𝐔𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬

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Australian poet, AZOV, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Russo / Ukraine war, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet, Zelensky

𝐔𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬  𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬

Pariah of the past, but now transformed

Into the sweetest state that one could find.

The neo-Nazi nation is reformed,

Unrecognizable, one of a kind;

AZOV atrocities left far behind.

Yes it’s a miracle, this new Ukraine —

It’s now by those who loathed it wined and dined!

It is a mystery, one racks one’s brain

To come up with a theory to explain

How such a lump of shit became a jewel.

A noble Abel where was once a Cain!

What’s more, its leader who once played the fool,

The idiot, the joker, and the queer,

Is now the shining knight who knows no fear.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, Nord Stream Pipeline, poem, poetry, Triolet, U.S. blows up Nordstream gas pipeline

𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥

The Swedes know who blew up the gas pipeline.

But who it was, the Swedes they cannot say.

But having dived into the Baltic brine,

The Swedes know who blew up the gas pipeline.

Of them spilling the beans there is no sign —

They’re hoping that it all just goes away.

The Swedes know who blew up the gas pipeline.

But who it was, the Swedes they cannot say.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 ‘𝐘𝐞𝐬’ 𝐕𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐫

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Aboriginal 'The Voice' referendum, Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐓𝐡𝐞  𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭  ‘𝐘𝐞𝐬’  𝐕𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐫

‘They think I’m voting ‘no’ — I’m voting ‘yes’!’

And then I’ll feign surprise when ‘yes’, it wins!

I’ve been quite negative, therefore I guess

They think I’m voting ‘no’ — I’m voting ‘yes’!

It will be quite a thrill I must confess,

To cleanse myself of my ancestors’ sins.

They think I’m voting ‘no’ — I’m voting ‘yes’!

And then I’ll feign surprise when ‘yes’, it wins!

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐚𝐭

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Australia Day Awards, Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫  𝐨𝐟  𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐚  𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭  𝐓𝐰𝐚𝐭

Compliant twats are being decorated.

Each one will get a shiny piece of brass.

The devious, the fools, the overrated —

Compliant twats are being decorated.

For their collaboration compensated,

For blindly taking it right up the arse.

Compliant twats are being decorated.

Each one will get a shiny piece of brass.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐆𝐚𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, Nord Stream Pipeline, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

𝐆𝐚𝐬  𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬  𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞  𝐭𝐨  𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭  𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞

It seems the pipeline blew itself to bits.

The Baltic Sea is a depressing place.

The pipeline basically just got the shits

With lying on the bottom with the plaice —

Another day of boredom could not face.

The gas cramping its bowels it could not vent,

For as it did, from Russia more would race,

And thus the pipeline’s dire predicament.

And so by an explosion it was rent,

And all accused the Russians — well of course!

While silent lay the pipeline, torn and bent

And lifeless, ruptured by internal force.

The U.S. did it? What a load of rot!

Relief came from a self-inflicted shot.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐀𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐔𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐫

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Rishi Sunak, Russo / Ukraine war, Snow White, Zelensky

(𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐬  𝐚𝐧  𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐛𝐲  𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰  𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞)

One says: “I lead the state Ukraine.”

The other says: “My dwarfish brain,

It calculates twill not be long

Until you sing a different song,

Unless we British help you out

By giving you some tanks — your clout,

And by extrapolation height,

Will then increase — what ho! Snow White!”

(A girl has walked into the bar —

she’s six feet six and quite bizarre.)

She says: “What is your dwarfish plan?

You both together make one man,

Pathetic though he still would be:

Conjoined Zelensky and Rishi.”

Then said the much reduced in size

Unto the apparition wise:

“Our plan, while keeping our heads low,

Relates to making lots of dough!”

“I see,” said she, “Fools, don’t you know

I am the goddess of the snow?

The earth I soon will freeze with ice

And lock the land in winter’s vice.”

Snow White then turned upon her heel

And said: “A breeze you soon will feel —

An icy wind from out the East.

This blinding blizzard so released

Will hold each hour in freezing night,

As sure as my name is….. Snow White.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ‘𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲’

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, Nordstream Pipeline, poem, poetry, Russo / Ukraine war

𝐓𝐡𝐞  𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦  ‘𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲’

All smashed upon the Baltic floor,

The remnants of an act of war.

Now take a moment to assess

The evidence — who made this mess?

Was not the Poles — no way they could,

And if they could, one doubts they would.

The Germans? They would be the last.

We’re running out of options fast.

The Russians blew their pipe apart?

Thus struck a blow at Russia’s heart?

Such logic would be badly flawed —

That Russia fell upon its sword.

So in the shadows one is left —

Was by its blow the pipe was cleft.

Who done it? That’s on many lips —

Who had upon that sea the ships?

Who thinks such acts are now the norm?

Who had the means, and too, the form?

Who now is led by the insane?

Who thought it had the most to gain?

It just requires a little thought

For doubt to be reduced to naught.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet, Zelensky

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐔𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐧  𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

His baby face is oh so innocent.

He is as honest as a boy could be.

Unlike the Russian thug, he isn’t bent,

And doesn’t poison people with his tea.

(Though some suspect he adds a little pee)

He always speaks the truth —he never lies.

How else could he now lead a land so free?

And all that talk of having Nazi ties,

Those swastikas reflected in his eyes,

ASOV Battalion murderers he leads,

Well all these accusations he denies —

The friendship of the West is all he needs.

We thought he was a funny harmless bloke,

But starting World War Three? That’s not a joke.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, NATO, NATO expansion, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐆𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧

NATO is always pushing to the East,

Devouring all the crumbs the Russians left,

And lately has crumb-gathering increased.

NATO is always pushing to the East.

On Holy Russia’s carcass they would feast

If into many pieces it was cleft.

NATO is always pushing to the East,

Devouring all the crumbs the Russians left.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐆𝐮𝐧 𝐎𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

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Australian Firearm Owners proposed registration, Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐆𝐮𝐧  𝐎𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫  𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

I’m being added to a list of crims,

Because I have some guns I seldom shoot.

As the faint flame of freedom flutters, dims,

I’m being added to a list of crims.

Perhaps I should get tattoos on my limbs —

A swastika — a goose-stepping jack-boot.

I’m being added to a list of crims,

Because I have some guns I seldom shoot.

— D.N. O’Brien