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2020 Vision

30 Sunday Jun 2019

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2020 US Presidential Election, Australian poet, Democratic Party, Donald Trump meets Kim jong un, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, North Korea, poem, poetry

2020 Vision

Oh no! Trump is meeting with Kim!
How dare he go out on that limb!
What if peace prevails?
Dems! Pray that Trump fails!
Our chances are already slim.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

The Syrian Hill

27 Thursday Jun 2019

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Bush Poetry, War

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2nd AIF, 7th Division 2nd AIF, Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Hill 1054 Syria, poem, poetry, Syria, The Levant, Vichy French, Vichy French in Syria

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ฒ๐ซ๐ข๐š๐ง ๐‡๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ

In the cruel Levant lies the Syrian hill,
And the men who hold it have strength and will.
And two of the men who would take the height,
Mere boys when they landed, now men whoโ€™ll fight
The French and their vassals, the Senegalese.
From the distant south โ€” the Antipodes,
They are seen once more in an ancient land
Where the blood of their fathers, it stains the sand.
And soon will theirs flow on this rocky mound;
But now do they dig in the blasted ground.
And the shells fly near and the air it groans
As they shake the hill and the buried bones
Of the countless soldiers who here have died
For a sultanโ€™s dream or a far kingโ€™s pride.
Now their bayonets fixed for the last mad rush
That will seal their fate or their dark foes crush.
One looks to his right and his mate looks back,
As the air explodes โ€” then a shout:โ€Attack!โ€
One looks to his right and his mate lies there,
And glazed are his eyes and thereโ€™s blood in his hair.
But the charge is on and the sceneโ€™s a blur.
There are shouts and shells and the bullets whir.
At the Senegalese do their officers scream,
But it is the end of a mad French dream,
As the Frenchmen flee and the French flag falls.
And the Vichy French from their towering walls,
Now their last hope gone, fly surrenderโ€™s flag.
And upon the hill with a Frenchmanโ€™s rag,
With the tricolour is a bandage made
For a soldier wounded โ€” his mate is laid
With the others who on that day had paid
With their bright young lives for a barren mound.
Now I think of them when I hear the sound
Of a bugle blown โ€” of the boys who fell;
Of the wounded soldier I knew so well.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

{๐˜๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง 2/25๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜‰๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ 7๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜‹๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ 2๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ˆ๐˜๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ 1054, ๐˜š๐˜บ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ข 8๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜‘๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜บ 1941 ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ˆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜–โ€™๐˜‰๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ โ€” ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ โ€” ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜š๐˜บ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ 12๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜‘๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜บ}

Collateral Damage

25 Tuesday Jun 2019

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire, War

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Australian poet, poem, poetry, Triolet, War with Iran

๐‚๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ฅ ๐ƒ๐š๐ฆ๐š๐ ๐ž

Our enemies will die if we wage war;
We canโ€™t have that โ€” think of their wives and kids!
War will result in carnage โ€” blood and gore!
Our enemies will die if we wage war;
And we must love our enemies, therefore,
Weโ€™ll do whatever any tyrant bids.
Our enemies will die if we wage war;
We canโ€™t have that โ€” think of their wives and kids!

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Watchdog

24 Monday Jun 2019

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Observation, Sonnet

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Australian poet, Facebook Algorithm, Facebook censorship, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

Watchdog

The Facebook algorithm never sleeps.
Itโ€™s watching everything you post or view.
It scrutinizes Facebook friends and peeps.
Right now Iโ€™m sure that it is watching you!
Its methodology is nothing new โ€”
It looks for keywords in the things you post,
And phrases will get its attention too.
It haunts the Facebook pages like a ghost,
And if it catches you, you may be toast!
And so be careful with your use of words,
For Facebook is a temperamental host.
The algorithm is controlled by nerds
Who think that they know best whatโ€™s good for you,
Despite the fact that theyโ€™re a brainwashed crew.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Suffer the Little Children

23 Sunday Jun 2019

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire, War

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Australian Jihadists, Australian poet, Children of Islamist terrorists, Formal poetry, ISIS, Islamic infiltration, Islamic State, Islamization, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Nieveta, poem, poetry

๐’๐ฎ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐‹๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐‚๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ง

What chance that these little Jihadies,
(The offspring of murderous baddies)
Now helpless and small,
No danger at all,
Grow up to be just like their daddies.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Terrorist’s kids to come home

Beyond the Pale

23 Sunday Jun 2019

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Alan Joyce, Australian poet, Israel Folau, Israel Folau sacking, poem, poetry, QANTAS, Rugby Australia

๐๐ž๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐š๐ฅ๐ž

The short gay Irishman named Joyce,
He has a quite annoying voice.
The faith of footballer Israel,
Joyce says is way beyond the pale.
(Itโ€™s not a trendy โ€œlifestyle choiceโ€).

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Latham attacks QANTAS Joyce

Hate Speech

19 Wednesday Jun 2019

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Australian poet, censorship, Hate Speech, hate speech laws, poem, poetry, Triolet

Hate Speech

I hate to tell you this, but hateโ€™s been banned;
All hated hate has been replaced by love.
And though your hate I fully understand,
I hate to tell you this, but hateโ€™s been banned;
Thereโ€™ll be no hate allowed throughout the land.
And just in case you missed the news above:
I hate to tell you this, but hateโ€™s been banned;
All hated hate has been replaced by love.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Far Right

18 Tuesday Jun 2019

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Australian poet, Far-left, Far-right, poem, poetry, Triolet

Far Right

Iโ€™m to the right, thatโ€™s obvious Iโ€™d say.
No youโ€™re far-right, thereโ€™s no such thing as โ€œrightโ€!
Youโ€™d best take a turn left, and right away!

Iโ€™m to the right, thatโ€™s obvious Iโ€™d say,
And to the right is where I wish to stay;
But you, it seems, are spoiling for a fight โ€”
Iโ€™m to the right, thatโ€™s obvious Iโ€™d say.
No youโ€™re far-right, thereโ€™s no such thing as โ€œrightโ€!

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Resurrection: Ertugrul

14 Friday Jun 2019

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Historical, Observation, Satire, Sonnet, War

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DiriliลŸ: ErtuฤŸrul, Ertugrul, Kayi tribe, Netflix shows, Oghuz Turk, Osman I, Petrarchan sonnet, President Erdogan, Resurrection - Ertugrul, Turkish TV shows, Turkmen

Resurrection: Ertugrul

Ertugrul bey, you are as strong as steel.
No blade can blunt or block your slashing sword.
You are of all the Turks the greatest lord,
And all the other beys at your feet kneel.
And should one not, your daggerโ€™s edge heโ€™ll feel
Cold on his throat โ€” heโ€™ll gather no reward
In Heaven when his blood is spilled, outpoured
From severed veins. His martyrdom youโ€™ll steal.

But having sung your praises now I say:
Why are the Templar and Byzantine Knights
You fight, such awful swordsmen? Not a scratch
Your Alps receive while killing them. Oh pray
Tell me, is this your dream? One-sided fights?
In dreams the strongest foes we all outmatch.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

The Netflix TV series โ€œResurrection: Ertugrulโ€, or to give it its Turkish name: โ€œDiriliลŸ: ErtuฤŸrulโ€ is a very entertaining, if perhaps somewhat inaccurate (as far as we know) portrayal of the Oghuz Turk hero and leader, Ertugrul of the Kayi tribe. His tribe had been driven out of present Kazakhstan, or maybe present day Iran, in the time of his father, Suleyman Shah, either by the Mongols or other Turkmen tribes.

Ertugral was the father of Osman I, the founder of the Ottoman Empire, and we know that because Osman I had coins minted showing Ertugrul as his father โ€” virtually nothing else is known about Ertugrul.

Turkish folk law however, paints a very heroic and colourful picture of Ertugrul and his Kayi tribe, and it seems the writers of the TV series (5 series to date, each of some 90 episodes) have drawn from this rich source (plus their copious imaginations) to produce an action-packed, often bloody, and always profoundly Islamic spectacle.

The show is not just about Ertugrul of course. In the first series he is just one of two young brothers, sons of Suleyman Shah, but as time goes on he becomes the central character. There are other major characters โ€” I wonโ€™t go into that here as the plots can be very complex, but suffice to say, there are good and evil Turks, evil Mongolians and Christians (yes pretty much only evil), and of course beautiful women (Turks and Christians). The Islamic scholar and mystic, Ibn Arabi, drifts in and out, and seems to have a personal interest in Ertugrul and his tribe. His long lectures to enraptured audiences can get a little painful at times, but there is the FF button on the remote.

The basic story outline is that the Turks are moving further into Anatolia and coming into contact with the Byzantine Empire frontier and this is resulting in clashes with the Christians. Initially the clashes are with Templar Knights and they are characterized as very evil indeed, but later the fighting is with the knights of the Byzantine Empire. At the same time they are having to fight off the advancing Mongols to the north and east. It is an imaginative prelude to Osman I establishing his initially quite small Ottoman Empire in Anatolia โ€” an empire which would spread far and wide in the centuries following his death.

The acting is excellent, (Iโ€™ve never seen actresses who are better at crying than these Turkish women), the fighting (mainly sword-fighting, and Iโ€™ll come to that later in more detail) scenes are bloody and skillful, and the acrobatics of the guys whoโ€™ve just received a killer chop to the throat or chest, spectacular โ€” I didnโ€™t realize that a sword-fighter who receives such a blow does 2 or 3 midair spins before landing (awkwardly) or that a fighter receiving an arrow in the chest flies 6 feet off the ground โ€” the stunt men are brilliant. The main actors themselves seem to do their own stunts, and their horse-riding skills are quite remarkable.

Ertugrul is usually accompanied by a small but incredibly skilled and deadly (and lucky) group. There are about 10 or so in the group but Iโ€™ll only mention 2 here, as the others tend to change from time to time as they are either killed (rare) or move on to somewhere else. These two are Turgut, a big handsome Alp (Alp is Turkish for hero) who swings his battle axe with deadly results, and Bamsi, a strange sort of bumbling but good-natured fellow who takes great delight in removing numerous infidel heads with his two swords. He finishes up the chief Alp of the Kayi tribe strangely enough.

Iโ€™ve seen this group and even fewer beat off and kill scores of Christian Knights without any of them suffering so much as a minor flesh wound. Their fighting skills have to be seen to be believed, (Or not believed). The skills of the Christian Knights (apart from their commanders) are pitifully inadequate, despite hours and hours of practice. On top of that they wear white robes with a great big red cross emblazoned in the center โ€” a handy aiming point for a Turk arrow or scimitar.

Iโ€™m presently up to episode 28 of the 4th series and have noticed a gradual but interesting change in one particular aspect of the show. Perhaps you guessed it โ€” religion.

The show is always very pro Islam and thereโ€™s no doubt of course that it is propaganda, but with each new series the Islamic component increases. The shouts of โ€œAllahu Akbar!โ€ increase greatly in number and frequency, and โ€œInshallahโ€ becomes the most common word uttered. The Christians meanwhile are becoming more and more evil and the (good) Muslims more saintly and admirable.

Still, I guess it was made mainly for a Turkish audience and that country has plenty of problems. Maybe this is more than just TV; perhaps it is an attempt to instill pride in the Turkish people as a whole through Islam. Maybe insulting the non Muslims in Turkey is not a problem, and I guess if you really believe in the writings of the Koran and Islamโ€™s other holy books โ€” if you really believe that Muhammad rode to the seven heavens on a winged horse, plus all of his other miracles, youโ€™re not going to be too worried about the feelings of a few billion people outside of Turkey.

From all accounts the further east one goes in Turkey the more religious, the more fundamentalist the people are, and the faster they are reproducing. The western Turks are generally much more moderate apparently, more Western, and like the West not doing much in the way of breeding โ€” I dare say they are worried about being swamped by their eastern cousins. On top of that they have the Kurds and whatโ€™s left of ISIS and the Syrians, plus their own internal tribalism to worry about.

But if this show is anything to go by, if these Turks can really handle being outnumbered 10 to 1 and still win, then we had better watch out if they decide to resurrect their Empire, their Caliphate! After all, Ertugrul often talks of conquering the whole world in the name of Islam.

That said, itโ€™s still a damn fine show! โ€” Iโ€™ll bet President Erdogan doesnโ€™t miss an episode.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Secrets

13 Thursday Jun 2019

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Observation

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Australian poet, National Security, poem, poetry, State secrets, Traitors, Treason, Triolet

๐’๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ

From public knowledge, some things must be kept,
Or else our enemies will also know.
We have no love of secrecy โ€” except,
From public knowledge some things must be kept.
Our enemies at spying are adept โ€”
They seek to know all of our secrets, so,
From public knowledge some things must be kept,
Or else our enemies will also know.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

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