The South Australian Tesla Battery

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Australian poet, Gullible Politicians, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, South Australian blackouts, South Australian Tesla Battery

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗔𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗧𝗲𝘀𝗹𝗮 𝗕𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘆

Politicians know little of power,
For they live in an ivory tower.
In an absence of gales,
When the sun also fails,
They will only have it for an hour.

— D.N. O’Brien

Tesla battery gives 1 hour of power

The Batty ABC

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ABC, ABC left bias, Australian Broadcasting Corporation, Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗮𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗔𝗕𝗖

The vampire that we call the ABC,
It sucks its life-blood from the public purse.
Its far-left propaganda isn’t free;
It costs a billion, and what is far worse,
It isn’t just the left that fund this curse,
For all of us give to this thirsty bat.
This Dracula in poor disguise we nurse,
And so the ABC grows sleek and fat,
And like a smug and condescending brat
It thinks it is untouchable, secure,
As all about it spreads its stinking scat —
Blights all it touches with its foul manure.
The ABC once was a source of light,
But now it’s just a pesky parasite.

— D.N. O’Brien

Animal Tales

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Animal Liberation, Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘀

Homo sapiens, they are the ones.
They are wise, all the daughters and sons;
And they think and they plan,
And so dominates — man.
(And that’s why chimpanzees don’t have guns).

Getting a bit tired of these crazy animal stories — you know what I mean:

“Lion rescues baby antelope from crocodile infested river! “
“Killer whale takes injured seal to hospital!”
“Eagle catches falling baby in mid air and delivers it to mother’s arms!”
“Unconscious man saved from speeding train as millions of ants drag him from railway tracks!”

No need to over-inflate animal IQs or credit them with human characteristics. Keep it up and pretty soon we won’t be allowed to eat them — I guess that’s the idea.

— D.N. O’Brien

Impeach Boris!

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Australian poet, Boris Johnson, Henry Dundas, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬!

Impeach the bad boy Boris! Hear our cry!
But we’re still counting votes! Don’t jump the gun!
The Tories won, so surely we will die!
Impeach the bad boy Boris! Hear our cry!
But we no longer do impeachments…….sigh…
Since Dundas no impeachments have been done.
Impeach the bad boy Boris! Hear our cry!
But we’re still counting votes! Don’t jump the gun!

— D.N. O’Brien

Leaving Gondwana

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australia, Australian poet, Centrifugal Force, Continental Drift, Gondwana, Gondwanaland, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

Leaving Gondwana

Now all alone, north-east it slowly drifts.
Just inch by inch the mighty mass it slides.
An island of gigantic size — it shifts,
As on its shores now beat the timeless tides.
Upon a sea of molten rock it glides;
It slips — it’s driven by a starry force —
An engine that within its body hides,
Propelling it far from its primal source.
It journeys on a strange uncharted course,
Escaping from its motherland; its home
Now far behind, yet it feels no remorse —
Young continents, like children, tend to roam.
No trail it leaves; there is no wake to west.
It never tires, and never will it rest.

— D.N. O’Brien

Oppressed Omnivore

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Australian poet, Omnivores, poem, poetry, Triolet, Vegans, Vegetarians

𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐞

I merely wish to have my share of meat.
Well we’ve decided meat is not for you.
But without flesh my meal is not complete!
I merely wish to have my share of meat.
Don’t tell me what I can and cannot eat!
Just settle down and eat your lentil stew.
I merely wish to have my share of meat.
Well we’ve decided meat is not for you.

— D.N. O’Brien

The Bears are Burning

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Australian bushfires, Australian poet, Greens oppose reduction burning, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

They’ve taken advice from The Woke,
So litter and undergrowth choke
The bush — burning’s banned,
So roos, possums, and
Koalas all go up in smoke.

— D.N. O’Brien

Collect Your Thoughts

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Australian poet, Bernie Sanders, Communism, Jeremy Corbyn, poem, poetry, Socialist Left, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet, Totalitarianism, UK elections, Useful idiots

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

Collectivism doesn’t work my friends;
How many times do you have to be told?
When communists take over freedom ends,
As hope and truth are banished to the cold.
The powerful then gather up the gold,
And give a little to their useful fools.
And all the rest must do as they are told,
Including giving up the family jewels.
Old Bernie and J Corbyn are just tools
Used by their hidden masters to gain power —
String puppets, and the puppeteers are ghouls
Who pull upon their strings from ivory towers.
The left and communists share the same bed;
Beneath their green facades they all are red.

— D.N. O’Brien

A Universal Question

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Agnosticism, Atheism, Australian poet, Creation of the Universe, God, poem, poetry, Science and the universe, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

𝐀 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

We sit upon a whirling tilted sphere,
That hurtles through a vacuum at high speed.
And if you don’t think this is rather queer,
You are my friend, a strange fellow indeed.
The Sun (an atom bomb) it is agreed,
We circle once a year. A satellite,
The moon we call it — like a silver bead,
It shines upon us on a moonlit night.
The stars above on starry nights give light,
And shooting stars sometimes at night they fall,
And though they are to us a splendid sight,
They’re meteors — not really stars at all.
Who set in motion this great cosmic dance?
Or could it all have happened just by chance?

— D.N. O’Brien

The Last (plastic) Straw

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Australian poet, Bans on plastic straws, Green madness, Plastic straws, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 (𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜) 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰

It is the last example of its kind.
It hides amongst the jumble in a drawer.
But to its fate the last straw is resigned.
It is the last example of its kind.
It knows that its death warrant has been signed;
That it’s the one remaining straw outlaw.
It is the last example of its kind.
It hides amongst the jumble in a drawer.

— D.N. O’Brien