Killing Time

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

The farmer deals with death most every day.
Without death there would be no milk or meat.
The young are mostly shot or sent away —
The farmer deals with death most every day.
“But killing’s cruel!”, the well-fed people say —
The farmer says: “I kill, so you may eat”.
The farmer deals with death most every day.
Without death there would be no milk or meat.

— D.N. O’Brien

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Peer Review

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Antropogenic Climate Change Scam, Australian poet, Peer Review, poem, poetry

Peer Review

While eating my meal of beef stew,
I perused your paper — a few
Lines I read — saw nothing new,
Though honestly I’ve not a clue
About what you’ve written,
You could be bullshittin’,
But count it as a peer review.

— D.N. O’Brien

Prayer for a Half-Nut

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Antropogenic Climate Change Scam, Australian poet, Green fanatics, Greta Thunberg, poem, poetry, Rhyming couplets

Prayer for a Half-Nut

I’ve witnessed the ravings of Greta.
I pray that the poor girl gets better.

— D.N. O’Brien

Little Pride

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Australian bush poetry, Australian poet, Australian politics, David Littleproud, poem, poetry, Rhyming couplets

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞

“It’s liquid gold” smart money cried,
And Littleproud has little pride.

It’s desert where the brave abide,
But Littleproud has little pride.

Fresh waters flow out with the tide,
But Littleproud has little pride.

The plains are parched, the ocean’s wide,
But Littleproud has little pride.

The fools upon the hill decide,
And Littleproud has little pride.

Today another farmer died,
Still Littleproud has little pride.

The hot wind blew, her tears it dried,
But Littleproud has little pride.

“It’s Climate Change” his lips they lied,
Oh Littleproud, you’ve little pride.

— D.N. O’Brien

Littleproud

To the Shining City

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Australian Capital, Australian Capital Territory, Australian poet, Canberra, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲

To Canberra I’m heading — I’ve been told
To pack a coat, for it may well be cold.
I’ve sharpened up my old pick-axe,
And I’ll be filling lots of sacks —
In Canberra the streets are paved with gold!

— D.N. O’Brien

The Coalmine Cat

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Anthropogenic Climate Change scam, Australian poet, Canary in the coalmine, Coalmine canary, Greta Thunberg, poem, poetry

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐭

{𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘢 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘨}

Once an anti-coal canary,
In the gloom pulled faces scary.
Smiled, then grimaced, gave a frown,
From her perch fell upside down,
To the bottom of her cage.
(This bird should be on the stage).
There she lay asphyxiated.
(She was acting). With breath bated
Came a miner to remove her;
He with soft sounds sought to sooth her.
But she lay still and pretended
That coal-gas had her life ended.
So the miner sniffed the warm air
But no gas could he detect there.
Thus he knew the bird was lying —
She was acting — wasn’t dying.
So he called the coalmine cat.

And that was the end of that.

— D.N. O’Brien

Infidels

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, islamic Terrorism, Nigerian Christian genocide, Nigerian Christians massacred, Nigerian Islamic terror, poem, poetry

𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐬

They bury them under the sod.
Yet why is this not on the news?
They’re Christians — remember the Jews?
I see — they pray to the wrong god.

— D.N. O’Brien

Nigerian Christians Massacred

Postmodern Fluidity

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Post modernism, Postmodern fluidity

All is fluid – no solidity.
All’s subjective and relative see.
There’s no truth and no lies —
All can be otherwise.
Some examples — see if you agree:

Moon Fluidity

That is not the moon – it is a ball,
An illusion – it’s not there at all.
It’s a suspended fruit.
It is not absolute.
It’s an egg balanced on a black wall.

Planet Fluidity

Earth, Venus, the blue planet Mars;
All are relative as are the stars.
Whether rocky or gas
They’re no fixed form or mass —
Same applies to those blinking pulsars.

Sun Fluidity

The Sun is a nuclear fire?
Of your absolutism I tire.
It’s not fixed — it can be
What you want — can’t you see? –
It may be logic’s funeral pyre.

Universe Fluidity

Anything you may think it to be
Is the universe — now let us see:
An expanding balloon,
A celestial tune
For a bass, played with due gravity.

— D.N. O’Brien

Sale! — Eva’s Underwear!

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Adolf Hitler, Australian poet, Eva Braun, Eva Braun's underwear sale, poem, poetry

Sale! — Eva’s Underwear!

They’ve sold the pants of Eva Braun.
Her nightie too, (stained, slightly torn).
The underpants in good condition,
Free of burns from gas ignition,
Ready to some ass adorn.
(It’s claimed that they were seldom worn).

Eva’s knickers

A National Disgrace

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Australian poet, Balkanization, Division, Formal poetry, Internationalism, multiculturalism, Nationalism, No borders policy, Open borders policy, poem, poetry, refugees, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet, Tribalism

A National Disgrace

Nations? Such a concept is outdated!
All borders on all maps must be erased.
Counter-views will not be tolerated.
No fences will be built, walls won’t be raised.
By multitudes our kindness will be praised —
By billions who are striving to be free
To flood our richer lands — they’ll be amazed
By all the wealth and beauty they will see.
From all their worn-out wastelands they will flee.
On our accumulated fat they’ll feed.
And with them they’ll bring war and anarchy.
Old hatreds will be nurtured, bloom, and breed.
There’ll be no nations — tribal ways again
Will triumph and bring misery to men.

— D.N. O’Brien