The Healing Process

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Australian poet, healing, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

Don’t fall for their bullshit term “healing”.
It’s your self-respect they’d be stealing.
They are the truth-haters.
Cave in to these traitors,
And soon to their gods you’ll be kneeling.

— D.N. O’Brien

Death of a Giant

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Australian poet, Decline of civilizations, Decline of empires, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Rise and Fall, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭

You’ve had your time for basking in the sun,
But everything must die, even a giant.
Your face is pale — your race is almost run —
No longer are you fearless and defiant.
You once were dominant and self-reliant,
But now the dwarves have tied you to the ground.
You have become pathetic and compliant —
With bonds of your own making you are bound.
The dwarves all cheer — a little man is crowned —
He reads his speech — the writing’s on the wall.
His dwarfish slurring words declared profound
By all the dwarves who engineered your fall.
You breathe your last; the sky is dull and grey.
A scribe records: a giant has died this day.

— D.N. O’Brien

Transformers

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Australian poet, poem, poetry, Trans women, Trans women in female sport, Triolet

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬

If they allow trans women to compete
In female sport, then female sport is dead.
In female sport men will be the elite,
If they allow trans women to compete.
The men will run the females off their feet,
And break their bones in any head to head.
If they allow trans women to compete
In female sport, then female sport is dead.

— D.N. O’Brien

Alternative WW2 News

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Australian Aboriginals, Australian poet, New Guinea Campaigns, Pacific War, poetry, World War 2

(What would have happened)

𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐖𝟐 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐬

In news, the Japs have taken The South Land!
The aboriginals put up no fight.
We’d left this wilderness of scrub and sand
Since its discovery, untouched; no hand
From the outside had guided it — each band
And tribe had been protected from the light.
In news, the Japs have taken The South Land!
The aboriginals put up no fight.

— D.N. O’Brien

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

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

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

Vexatious Vikings

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Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, No lock-downs in Sweden, poem, poetry, Swedish deaths from Covid-19, Swedish response to Covid-19

𝐕𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

There’s something wrong in Sweden,
From what I have been readin’.
Unlike us clowns
They’ve no lockdowns —
In deaths they should be leadin’.

— D.N. O’Brien

Approaching Critical Mass

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Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Oppression, poem, poetry

𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐬

It’s no secret, but lend me your ear:
Crowds are swelling; it’s coming, my dear.
They’ve had all they can take;
Soon their shackles they’ll break —
Their oppressors will tremble with fear.

— D.N. O’Brien

The Last Day

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poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲

I worked with a man who was young and smart;
He was honest too, as the day is long.
Forty years ago did our paths then part,
And I thought forever, but I was wrong.
When I’d last known him he was straight and strong,
But the man I met on the year’s last day,
To my memories he did not belong:
He was bowed and bent and his hair was grey,
And he said as I shook his hand: “G’day”
In a feeble voice, (Oh his hand was cold),
And he gazed at me in the strangest way,
And he softly said: “Well you have grown old.”

So we reminisced, then said our goodbyes,
And he shuffled off — with his two good eyes.

— D.N. O’Brien