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Monthly Archives: October 2019

The Mentalist

31 Thursday Oct 2019

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire

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Australian poet, Mental Health industry, poem, poetry, Psychiatrists, Rhyming couplets

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

Boys & Dolls

30 Wednesday Oct 2019

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

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Australian poet, Child abuse, Dolls, Femininity, Feminization, Formal poetry, Gun Phobia, poem, poetry, Toy guns

Boys & Dolls

Back when girls were girls and boys were boys,
Girls had dolls and boys had guns for toys.
Now the guns are nowhere to be found —
Only dolls are being passed around.

— D.N. O’Brien


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Dusk on the Farm in Winter

29 Tuesday Oct 2019

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

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Australian poet, poem, poetry, Shadorma

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

Sacred Sites

28 Monday Oct 2019

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

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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

Before

27 Sunday Oct 2019

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Observation

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Australian poet, Past lives, poem, poetry

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

Carbon Con Men

24 Thursday Oct 2019

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

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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

Broad Church

23 Wednesday Oct 2019

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire

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Australian poet, Broad Church, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Rhyming couplets

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡

It’s said that their church is so broad,
Few members believe in the Lord.

— D.N. O’Brien

Lost in Translation

21 Monday Oct 2019

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Observation

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Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

Lost 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

Simple Things

20 Sunday Oct 2019

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Observation

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Australian poet, Extinction Rebellion, Left-wing lunacy, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 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

Killing Time

19 Saturday Oct 2019

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Bush Poetry, Nature, Observation, Satire

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet

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

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