Explosive Orders

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Alexander the Great, Australian poet, Joe Biden signs executive orders, poem, poetry, Rhyming couplets

𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

As quick as lightning Joe’s hand signs.
He should be warned he’s laying mines.

— D.N. O’Brien

A Discarded Inauguration Day Sonnet

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Formal poetry, Inauguration Day Poem, Joe Biden inauguration, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

𝐀 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭

In praise of Joe this poem I have writ.
But I’ll not mention any of his flaws —
His hair-sniffing, his groping, all that shit;
His keen support for all those foreign wars.
I love him, for he’s opened many doors
For me, a budding poet laureate.
Oh I know old Joe farts — at times he snores;
But he’ll be dead before long — you can bet
Your house on that. Still, let us not regret
Selecting this frail, barely conscious guy
To lead our fast decaying nation — let
Him show the way as all the old ways die.

I’ll start again and throw this in the bin.
I’ll write some whiny waffle — that should win!

— D.N. O’Brien

Homo sapiens 2

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Australian poet, Homo sapiens, poem, poetry

𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒔 2

Before the Earth is burned to ash,
Before the stars and planets crash,
The dinosaurs will rule again;
In time will disappear, and then
Will dawn once more the era when
Will rise the worriers — wise men.

— D.N. O’Brien

The Invader

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australia, Australia Day, Australian poet, Invasion Day, poem, poetry

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Invader you call him, this true native son?
When enemies threatened he took up the gun.
His father before him — his father before —
His father before him — they went off to war.

And there in lands foreign these fathers and sons,
They fought the invader — they silenced his guns.
Those men who lie buried far over the sea,
Those fathers and sons, died for you — and for me.

— D.N. O’Brien

A Giant Awakens

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australia, Australia Day, Australian poet, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

𝐀 𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐬

You slumbered in the south whilst all around,
The world closed in as daring men set sail.
Before long would your barren shores be found,
As eastward did the roaring forties wail.
These sailors and their nations, would prevail —
Your stone-age people would be swept aside;
Their ancient ways dispersed before the gale.
They’d built no walls to stop the rising tide;
Your moat was crossed; they had no place to hide.
And so did you awaken — and in fright!
As to the world your eyes were opened wide.
You rose from sleep — emerged into the light,
And saw the old ways were forever dead.
Your heart was filled with hope — and too with dread.

— D.N. O’Brien

Facebook Cometh!

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Australian poet, FaceBook, Formal poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡!

Their “fact checkers” haven’t a clue,
For facts, they will say, are not true;
They’ll call your facts lies —
Best don your disguise —
Big Facebook is coming for you!

— D.N. O’Brien

Ring In Rider

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Joe Biden, Kamala Harris, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, MSM bias, poem, poetry, ring in

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫

The journalists move behind Joe.
They figure they’ll go with the flow,
And chart a safe course —
Bet on the right horse.
(No matter the jockey’s a hoe).

— D.N. O’Brien

Good for (Big) Business

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Australian poet, Big corporations, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 (𝐁𝐢𝐠) 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

Dissenters, the chosen are purging.
“Comply with directives!” they’re urging.
“Just do as you’re told;
We’ll shower you with gold!”
The stockmarket? No surprise — surging!

— D.N. O’Brien

Joe Blow

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Australian poet, Inauguration Day, Joe Biden, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

𝐉𝐨𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐰

You’ve banished Donald to the flaming pit;
So take the throne that you have slyly earned.
Joe, you have shown that surely does the shit
Float to the top — the tide of truth you’ve turned.
Your gaze averted as the cities burned;
As BLM supporters took their loot.
You and your Democrats were unconcerned
When masked ANTIFA thugs put in the boot.
Who would have thought that a demented coot
Would lead the greatest country on the Earth?
But votes were harvested — low-hanging fruit,
And even rotten windfalls were of worth.
Though you’re a husk that time will blow away,
Wake up Joe! It’s Inauguration Day!

— D.N. O’Brien

Da

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Australian poet, Free Speech, Gulags, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

𝐃𝐚

Be careful what you say aloud.
Reactionaries not allowed.
Laugh the mob: “You’re insane!
You’ve gulags on the brain!”
The Russians don’t laugh quite as loud.

— D.N. O’Brien