The Mentalist
From just a molehill he will make a mountain
For you to climb — your money he’ll be countin’.
— D.N. O’Brien
31 Thursday Oct 2019
Posted Satire
inThe Mentalist
From just a molehill he will make a mountain
For you to climb — your money he’ll be countin’.
— D.N. O’Brien
30 Wednesday Oct 2019
Posted Observation, Satire
in29 Tuesday Oct 2019
Posted Bush Poetry, Nature, Observation
inTags
Dusk on the Farm in Winter
Night falling,
soft-lowing cattle
walk slowly
single file.
A cold westerly blowing.
The shutters rattle.
— D.N. O’Brien
28 Monday Oct 2019
Posted Bush Poetry, Observation
inTags
Australian Aboriginal sacred sites, Australian bush poetry, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Sacred sites
𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬
Scared sites are not so much revered —
As noted, avoided, and feared.
— D.N. O’Brien
27 Sunday Oct 2019
Posted Observation
inTags
Before
By accident, by old age,
By disease or war —
Perhaps we’ve all been killed by
One of these before.
— D.N. O’Brien
24 Thursday Oct 2019
Tags
Australian poet, Global Warming Scam, Man-made Climate Change scam, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet
Carbon Con Men
A gas called CO2, that is inert;
That plants breathe in to make the planet green;
A harmless clear trace gas that wouldn’t hurt
A fly, is now malevolent and mean.
(Though skeptics whisper: “It is sweet and clean”)
Invisible it is — its molecules,
No matter how one strains, just can’t be seen.
There is a theory, (it’s believed by fools)
That this rare gas a raging furnace fuels,
Which makes the planet warm to a degree;
But should it be reduced, the planet cools.
(A colder Earth a better Earth would be?)
This theory’s pushed by shysters with a flair
For making lots of moolah out of air.
— D.N. O’Brien
23 Wednesday Oct 2019
Posted Satire
in𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡
It’s said that their church is so broad,
Few members believe in the Lord.
— D.N. O’Brien
21 Monday Oct 2019
Posted Observation
inLost in Translation
Be strong — of the strong there’s a dearth.
And be not afraid of your worth.
And proclaim what you think.
To your knees do not sink.
The meek won’t inherit the Earth.
— D.N. O’Brien
20 Sunday Oct 2019
Posted Observation
in𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
They have more things than they have ever had.
The problem is the simple things they’ve lost.
They march and block the streets — they’re clearly mad —
They have more things than they have ever had.
The simple things, they say, were very bad.
Discarding simple things comes at a cost.
They have more things than they have ever had.
The problem is the simple things they’ve lost.
— D.N. O’Brien
19 Saturday Oct 2019
Posted Bush Poetry, Nature, Observation, Satire
inTags
𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞
The farmer deals with death most every day.
Without death there would be no milk or meat.
The young are mostly shot or sent away —
The farmer deals with death most every day.
“But killing’s cruel!”, the well-fed people say —
The farmer says: “I kill, so you may eat”.
The farmer deals with death most every day.
Without death there would be no milk or meat.
— D.N. O’Brien