Secrets

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Australian poet, CIA, John Brennan, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Spies, Top secret clearance

Secrets

Would you trust your plans to a spy?
A man who’d betray your trust – why?
Would you let him see
Your secrets – not me!
Don’t trust an untrustworthy guy.

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Hate Speech

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poetry, poem, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Australian poet, Social media censorship, Deplatforming, Silencing dissent, Freedom of Speech, Info wars, Hate Speech

Hate Speech

“Ban him! Banish him from here!” they screech.
“We must protect the foolish ears he’ll reach!
Silence him! No one must hear
His message – for it is too clear!”
(Indeed it seems they really do hate speech).

Temmuz

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"EZEL" Turkish drama series, Ali Pliers, Australian poet, Barış Falay, Ezel, poem, poetry, Rıza Kocaoğlu, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet, Temmuz, Turkish TV

{Spoiler alert for those who watch “EZEL”}

Temmuz

He is the homicidal maniac,
Who wears, each time he kills, a different pair
Of boots – once booted, Temmuz can attack.
With his blue eyes, at victims he will stare,
Then kill them in cold blood – he doesn’t care,
For he’s a contract-killer. With a knife
He’ll stab, and twist until the sinews tear.
He’ll kill a man; he’ll kill a child, a wife.
It matters not to him, he’ll take a life
Without a thought, for he is hard and cold.
His world is one of murder, blood, and strife.
But Temmuz, he will not be growing old;
The Turk will soon be buried with his boots,
When Ali fills his mouth with steel, and shoots.

The New Miss America

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Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Miss America 2018, Miss America swimsuit, poem, poetry

The New Miss America

She’ll be plain and dumpy – that’s true;
And boring as hell through and through.
She’ll wear no bikini,
Have tits teeny weeny,
And sport a one fifty IQ.

Miss America not to be judged on looks

Trace

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, death, Formal poetry, Ghosts, poem, poetry, Shades

The creaking of his empty chair.
In dead of night, a muffled moan.
A faint footfall upon the stair.

And though I know he’s cold as stone,
And too, I know there’s no one there,
These sounds I hear when we’re alone.

Strong and Diverse Melbournians

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Araluen Queensland, Australian poet, Balkanization, Divide and Rule, Division, Formal poetry, Melbourne Australia, multiculturalism, National Identity, poem, poetry, Queensland, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet, Strength in Diversity, Tribalism, Uncontrolled immigration, Victoria

I’ve just returned from Melbourne – it’s diverse!
I could have been in Europe – it’s so cool!
In fifty different languages they curse;
You’ll never find a more scattered gene pool!
I guess this happens when progressives rule –
Their progress means you can’t tell where you are!
You don’t like it? Hey man, you are a fool!
No longer do you need to travel far –
Just take a stroll – no need to drive your car –
It’s Africa! It’s Asia! – Middle East!
There’s yellow, white, and brown, and black as tar!
Humanity in all its forms – a feast!
Sad…..now I’m back in regional Queensland;
Damn! – Everyone I meet I understand.

Moor or Less

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Australian poet, DNA, Genetic traits, Genetics, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Moors, North Africa, poem, poetry, Spain

Moor or Less

Perhaps take a moment and pause,
To contemplate peoples and laws:
It seems in the main
That the people of Spain
Have temperaments much like the Moors.

North Africans and Spanish share genes

Trump Success Syndrome

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Australian poet, Bias against Trump, Donald Trump, Make America Great Again, Mass media bias, poem, poetry, Trump Derangement Syndrome, Trump success syndrome, U.S. economy booming, U.S. stock market new records

Trump Success Syndrome

Disaster! – for everything’s going so well!
And things could get better! Who knows! Who can tell!
Oh what would we give for a financial smash!
And for the stock market to stumble then crash!
For Korean peace talks to end in a mess;
There’s too much improvement – far too much success!
Trump’s kicked our Iranian friends in the nuts;
Told them to get lost! – how we hate Donald’s guts!
Sure, he gets along with that Netanyahu –
What would you expect? (we suspect Trump’s a Jew)
He’s moving our embassy, there in Israel,
To Jerusalem – and we’re hoping he’ll fail
At everything. At his proposed wall we wail –
For poor Mexicans we will go in to bat;
Their children will no doubt all vote Democrat.
Yes Trump’s a catastrophe – he never quits;
He’s driving us Democrats out of our wits.
If he keeps succeeding please pity our fate;
Here’s hoping the U.S. will never be great!

Hiding in the Herd

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Australian traditional poetry, Cowardice, False assumptions, Formal poetry, Group think, Herd mentality, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Pluralistic Ignorance, poem, poetry

My opinions most people eschew.
Of my musings, supporters are few.
So such thoughts I will hide
And pronounce with false pride
What I think is the popular view.

Causes & Effects

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Australian poet, cause and effect, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

“Politicians? – How can we respect them?
Of dishonesty we all suspect them.”
But you get, I’d observe,
Rulers that you deserve,
For it’s you and your like who elect them.

“The Muslims have fallen behind
Due to Islam – their thoughts are confined.”
No, I think you are wrong,
Were their intellects strong,
Towards Islam they’d not be inclined.

“Let’s ban sugar for it makes them fat!”
The self-satisfied socialist spat.
No the fat’s just a sign
Of their lives in decline.
Though it’s sad, sugar didn’t cause that.

“I’m unlucky!” the poor loser wailed.
“By bad luck I’m forever assailed!”
But as losing’s his aim
He will lose every game –
No – bad luck is not why he has failed.

“It’s my sixth and its dad’s gone away.
All these men, I just have to obey!
So it’s not due to me!”
Your bank statements….I see….
You have babies because babies pay.