The Order of Things

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, Natural laws, Natural order, Order, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet, Wedgetail Eagle

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

All things are ordered — why then is this so?
All can be calculated, all comply
With laws of nature. All the things that grow
From out the earth and all that walk, and fly,
And swim, and too, the rocks, the clouds, the sky —
No thing escapes these fundamental laws.
Rock decomposes, living creatures die,
Clouds cloak the sky, and down the rain it pours,
According to the laws — the eagle soars
Upon wings of incredible design —
Each feather is a wonder without flaws.
Is order flowing from a source divine,
Or do these laws exist by accident?
By God or accident — they’re heaven-sent.

— D.N. O’Brien

Wedge Tailed Eagle (Aquila audax)

The Gurley Police

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Australian bush poetry, Australian poet, Formal poetry, Gurley NSW, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞

The Gurley police are not small.
The Gurley police are quite tall.
They’re big brave and strong,
So don’t get me wrong —
They’re not really girly at all.

— D.N. O’Brien

{Photo D.N. O’Brien}

The Slain

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Ancient Greek Mythology, Australian poet, Homer, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet, The Iliad, The Trojan Plain, The Trojan War, Troy

The Slain

In ancient times a certain poet wrote
A mighty poem of a dreadful war:
The corpses on the battlefield will bloat
Until their comrades take that ground once more.
The gashes that the spears and arrows tore
Are here described in detail — every kill;
The splattered brains, the lifeless eyes, the gore,
The clattering armour — all flow from his quill.
The flower of youth all bloodied, wrecked and still;
Their beauty lost upon the hallowed plain
That lies before the city on the hill.
A catalogue of courage, death, and pain,
Yet not a tome where war is glorified —
A tale of love — of men — and how they died.

— D.N. O’Brien

Glacier Pops Clogs!

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Anthropogenic Climate Change scam, Australian poet, Formal poetry, Glaciers, Holocene Age, Ice Ages, Pizol glacier, poem, poetry, Swiss Alps

𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬!

The Holocene is where we are —
Twixt ice ages, but not that far
From when the Earth was glacier-bound,
When climes were cooler, just around
10,000 warmer years ago.
And now some glaciers still grow
Whilst others shrink — some disappear,
But there’s no need for you to fear —
The Pizol was worn out and old,
There was no pulse — it was ice-cold.

— D.N. O’Brien

Pizol Glacier Dies

Peer Review

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Antropogenic Climate Change Scam, Australian poet, Peer Review, poem, poetry

Peer Review

While eating my meal of beef stew,
I perused your paper — a few
Lines I read — saw nothing new,
Though honestly I’ve not a clue
About what you’ve written,
You could be bullshittin’,
But count it as a peer review.

— D.N. O’Brien

Prayer for a Half-Nut

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Antropogenic Climate Change Scam, Australian poet, Green fanatics, Greta Thunberg, poem, poetry, Rhyming couplets

Prayer for a Half-Nut

I’ve witnessed the ravings of Greta.
I pray that the poor girl gets better.

— D.N. O’Brien

Little Pride

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Australian bush poetry, Australian poet, Australian politics, David Littleproud, poem, poetry, Rhyming couplets

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞

“It’s liquid gold” smart money cried,
And Littleproud has little pride.

It’s desert where the brave abide,
But Littleproud has little pride.

Fresh waters flow out with the tide,
But Littleproud has little pride.

The plains are parched, the ocean’s wide,
But Littleproud has little pride.

The fools upon the hill decide,
And Littleproud has little pride.

Today another farmer died,
Still Littleproud has little pride.

The hot wind blew, her tears it dried,
But Littleproud has little pride.

“It’s Climate Change” his lips they lied,
Oh Littleproud, you’ve little pride.

— D.N. O’Brien

Littleproud