Bony’s Grapeshot Solution

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A Whiff of Grapeshot, Australian poet, BLM protest march, Bony, Napoleon Bonaparte, poem, poetry, U.S. riots 2020

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐲’𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

A “whiff of grapeshot” was Napoleon’s fix,
To lay waste to legions of riotous pricks.
But that’s not acceptable practice today;
“You’ll pay in blood later”, old Bony would say.

— D.N. O’Brien

Extreme Wokeness

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, hypocrisy, poem, poetry, Triolet, U.S. riots 2020, Wokeness

𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

I see that you support the Marxist mob;
I envy you — you are so very woke.
While I assumed you were a well-heeled snob,
I see that you support the Marxist mob.
Encourage them to burn and loot and rob.
Watch thoughtfully while wealth goes up in smoke.
I see that you support the Marxist mob;
I envy you — you are so very woke.

— D.N. O’Brien

The Army of the Retired

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Political Correctness, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝

They are the only army that will fight.
(The regulars have mostly gone to ground.)
The only soldiers who will stand for right —
Their shackled comrades dare not make a sound.
The regulars are silenced — gagged and bound,
Intimidated — forced down on their knees.
No more are they for bravery renowned;
They have their orders — run, retreat, appease.
They are the victims of the new disease —
They are afflicted by postmodern germs.
With heads bowed low, pale platitudes they wheeze.
But those who’ve served are free to state their terms:
They won’t be silenced by the baying mobs.
They’ll fight with words. (They don’t fear for their jobs.)

— D.N. O’Brien

Blighted Bounty

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Australian poet, Irish Famine, poem, poetry, Triolet, Victim mentality

𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐲

My ancestors were Irish and oppressed;
Yes, I’m a famine victim by descent.
I’m doing fairly well, so who’d have guessed
My ancestors were Irish and oppressed?
Until I’m compensated I’ll not rest —
Until I’m richly paid I’ll not relent.
My ancestors were Irish and oppressed;
Yes, I’m a famine victim by descent.

— D.N. O’Brien

Charles the Third

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Australian poet, Greta Thunberg, poem, poetry, Prince Charles

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝

He isn’t blessed with lots of brains —
From thinking deeply Charles refrains.
He’s ruddy-faced — he hits the gin,
And Greta is his heroine.
And yes, he is a frightful bore,
But we’ve had stupid kings before.

— D.N. O’Brien

The Submission Position

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Australian poet, BLM protest march, Kneeling, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Taking the knee

The Submission Position

Degrading surrender I see.
They’re gutless as gutless can be.
They care not for facts —
Self-loathing attracts;
And so they have taken the knee.

— D.N. O’Brien

Castrated

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Australian poet, Castration, Formal poetry, Kneeling, poem, poetry, U.S. riots 2020

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

It isn’t surprising that eunuchs are kneeling,
Nor is it surprising that looters are stealing.
The eunuchs support them, (and that’s not surprising),
Encourage the rioters — bless the uprising.

—D.N. O’Brien

𝗟𝗲𝗳𝘁-𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝗴𝗶𝗰

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ANTIFA violence, Australian poet, Black Lives Matter riots, Defund the police, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, U.S. riots 2020

𝗟𝗲𝗳𝘁-𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝗴𝗶𝗰

This violence, this mayhem must cease!
And crime, it is on the increase!
I won’t have a gun!
So what can be done!
I know! Let’s defund the police!

— D.N. O’Brien

Infectious

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Australian poet, Black Lives Matter march, Covid-19 lock-down, poem, poetry, WuFlu lock-down

𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀

I’ve caught the fever! Come and march with me!
We’ll give them all a dose of anarchy!
Sure I’m infected! Should I give a damn?
I have to show how virtuous I am.

— D.N. O’Brien

Useful Idiots

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Australian poet, poem, poetry, Triolet, U.S. riots 2020

𝐔𝐬𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐈𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐬

The city burns — the idiots applaud;
Their virtue signalling is plain to see.
As fuel upon the raging flames is poured,
The city burns — the idiots applaud.
Their safety from such mayhem is assured,
For they’re as far from it as they can be.
The city burns — the idiots applaud;
Their virtue signalling is plain to see.

— D.N. O’Brien