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Cancel Culture

28 Tuesday Jul 2020

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire

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Australian poet, Cancel Culture, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

๐‚๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ฅ ๐‚๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž

Iโ€™m hoping to be cancelled โ€” thatโ€™s my dream;
For cancelled versifiers are the cream.
Iโ€™m trying so hard to offend;
When will I meet my โ€œcancelledโ€ end?
Iโ€™ll take a cancellation for the team!

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Feelings

27 Monday Jul 2020

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Observation

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Australian poet, Emotional fragility, Feelings, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet

๐…๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ

Youโ€™ve empathy for them? Hey man thatโ€™s great!
But donโ€™t let fragile feelings take the wheel โ€”
Between fiction and fact discriminate.
Youโ€™ve empathy for them? Hey man thatโ€™s great!
But best reality you contemplate,
For reason keeps one on an even keel.
Youโ€™ve empathy for them? Hey man thatโ€™s great!
But donโ€™t let fragile feelings take the wheel.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Pat

26 Sunday Jul 2020

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

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Australian bush poetry, Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Shell shock, World War 2

Pat

To join his brothers he was keen.
In forty two at just nineteen,
With both he sallied of to war.
Though never under fire before,
Courage he showed, no lack of will,
But no rejoicing at the kill.
But then there rolled a hand grenade,
And with his life Pat almost paid.
Upon a stretcher he was placed.
With morphine were his veins then laced.
A brotherโ€™s hand upon each knee,
Pat asked: โ€œWhat will become of me?โ€
โ€œYouโ€™ve scored a homerโ€, they replied;
But twice under the knife he died;
For fragments lay close to his heart โ€”
Cold iron with which heโ€™d never part.
Evacuated back to home,
Not buried under foreign loam,
He thought now of the future peace
When murderous war would wane and cease.
So back to health young Pat was nursed,
For by good fortune he was cursed.
Brought back to life when all but dead โ€”
โ€œYouโ€™re fit to fight again.โ€ they said.
Too much to ask of one so young,
Scarred by the blast and by the gun;
And in the morning he had fled.
A note his elder brother read:
โ€œIโ€™m sorry Noel, Iโ€™ve done my best,
Iโ€™ll wait this war out in the west.โ€
A tear ran down a weathered cheek;
Noel knew that Pat was far from weak,
So three words with a steady hand
He wrote: โ€œBrother, I understand.โ€
The two boys fought three more campaigns;
Were members of the few remains.
They both returned in forty five,
And thus did all three boys survive.
Then Pat came back to pay his dues,
And to the state his honour lose;
But all three brothers then embraced,
For each had death in battle faced.
But Pat, the guilt bore all his life โ€”
Cared for his mother, took no wife,
Trod the straight path, and bless his soul,
Revered his brothers, Ron and Noel,
Who kept his secret โ€” his great shame โ€”
They knew that he was not to blame.
And when he lay on his death bed,
A doctor turned to me and said:
โ€œThose scars upon your uncleโ€™s chest โ€”
Theyโ€™re battle scars, we all have guessed.โ€
โ€œA hand grenadeโ€, I then replied,
“Itโ€™s not the first time he has died.โ€

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Chairman Dan

23 Thursday Jul 2020

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

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Australian poet, Chairman Dan, Dan Andrews links to Communist China, Dan Andrews Premier of Victoria, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Victoriastan

๐‚๐ก๐š๐ข๐ซ๐ฆ๐š๐ง ๐ƒ๐š๐ง

Hereโ€™s a tribute to brave Chairman Dan;
Heโ€™s the pride of Victoriastan.
Call him: โ€œBoof Head! Jug Ears!โ€ โ€”
Heโ€™s immune to all smears!
Heโ€™s our leader! Our hero! Our man!

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Thinking Nice Thoughts

21 Tuesday Jul 2020

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

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Anti-depressants, Australian poet, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

๐“๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐ข๐œ๐ž ๐“๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ

Iโ€™ve started thinking nice thoughts every day,
And magically the worldโ€™s a better place.
All existential threats have gone away.
No longer are there any foes to face.
Iโ€™ve thrown away my nunchuks and my mace.
My rifles I have flung into my lake
With all my ammunition โ€” every case.
Itโ€™s so easy to do, a piece of cake!
Nice thoughts are all you need, make no mistake!
Theyโ€™ll make your wordly worries disappear!
No longer do my limbs begin to shake
When I see scary things โ€” I have no fear!
(These pills the doctor gave me work so well,
I think Iโ€™d be exuberant in Hell!)

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Keeping Safe

20 Monday Jul 2020

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire

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Australian poet, castle keep, Covid-19 lock-down, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet

๐Š๐ž๐ž๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐’๐š๐Ÿ๐ž

The enemy has breached our flimsy walls!
Donโ€™t worry we are locked up in the keep.
From high above a startled sentry calls:
The enemy has breached our flimsy walls!
(And unlike us the enemy has balls.)
Our minders tell us to go back to sleep.
The enemy has breached our flimsy walls!
Donโ€™t worry we are locked up in the keep.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Muzzled

19 Sunday Jul 2020

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Australian poet, Covid-19 lock-down, Face masks, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Virus masks

๐Œ๐ฎ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ž๐

Heโ€™s wearing a mask โ€” what a sight!
Oh yes! He is muzzled alright.
I canโ€™t see his teeth!
Theyโ€™re hidden! Good grief!
How loudly he barks! Will he bite?

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Choke

17 Friday Jul 2020

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

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Australian 7th Division AIF, Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Formal poetry, Kokoda Trail, New Guinea, Owen Stanley Campaign, poem, poetry

(I was just a kid when I met this man in the very early sixties. He and a mate had called into our farm to see my father โ€” dad had been their platoon sergeant during the Owen Stanley Campaign (Kokoda Trail). Dad told us the story later or at least started to tell us before not being able to continue. He (the ex-soldier) had been in the prone position firing at the Japanese when a bullet had hit him between the eyes near the nose. Because of the position of his head the bullet had passed through his mouth and voice box and out the back of his neck narrowly missing his spinal column. The war was over for him but he made a good recovery apart from a pronounced speech difficulty. )

Choke

I met a man who should have been quite dead.
I listened hard to hear the words he said.
He had a scar between his pale blue eyes,
And one upon his neck, of greater size.

He was my fatherโ€™s friend, he said: โ€œGโ€™dayโ€;
But in a strange and strangled muffled way.
I saw a tear run down my fatherโ€™s cheek;
It was some time before my dad could speak.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

(Flag raising ceremony after the capture of Kokoda November 1942. My father, Sgt Allen Noel O’Brien is amongst these men.)

๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐‘ต๐’†๐’™๐’• ๐‘พ๐’‚๐’—๐’†

15 Wednesday Jul 2020

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

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Australian poet, Covid-19 lock-down, poem, poetry, Virus waves

๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐‘ต๐’†๐’™๐’• ๐‘พ๐’‚๐’—๐’†

It is an undisputed law โ€”
Waves roll forever to the shore.
And should one manage one to stave,
There follows soon another wave.
And where the ocean meets the land,
The waves will crash upon the sand;
Unfaltering they will attack,
And none but fools would hold them back โ€”
Would labour to turn back the sea;
Would waste their foolish energy.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Just Buying Time

14 Tuesday Jul 2020

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire

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Australian poet, Covid-19 lock-down, poem, poetry, Rhyming couplets

๐‰๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐“๐ข๐ฆ๐ž

The debt pit isnโ€™t bottomless and so,
The virus waits till they run out of dough.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

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