Pro-Putin Poet

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Russia, Russian poets, Vladimir Putin

Pro-Putin Poet

I’m moving to Russia to sing Putin’s praises.
I’ll live on the steppes where wherever one gazes
One sees far horizons, her vast open spaces,
Her beauty, her bounty. I’ll travel to places
Where never again will I hear folk complaining
Whenever from dull skies it’s snowing or raining.
I’ll go to the cities and see all their wonders,
And study the past and the Soviet blunders.
I’ll write formal verses that praise Vladimir,
And hope that he’ll have me around for a beer.

– D.N. O’Brien

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Is the Pope a Catholic?

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Australian poet, Fay Wray, King Kong, poem, poetry, Pope Francis, Triolet

Is the Pope a Catholic?

Dear Francis — both religions can’t be true.
If one is right, the other must be wrong.
The Muslims understand this — why don’t you?
Dear Francis — both religions can’t be true;
And there’s no way to reconcile the two.
You’re trying to match Fay Wray with King Kong!
Dear Francis — both religions can’t be true.
If one is right, the other must be wrong.

Pope claims God wills diverse religions

A Classic Correction

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Australian poet, Feminism, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Moby Dick, poem, poetry, Political Correctness, Revisionism

A Classic Correction

I think I’ll rewrite “Moby Dick”.
Of all its sexism I’m sick!
Ahab will be gay,
Crew trans – by the way,
The heroin, black – “Moby Chick”!

– D.N. O’Brien

Hayne the Hero

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Australian poet, Banking Royal Commission, Formal poetry, Kenneth Hayne, poem, poetry, satire

Hayne the Hero

The public are gleefully waiting
To find out the findings of Hayne.
A blood-bath they’re anticipating;
Their bank-hatred will never wane.
There’ll be no more talk – no debating;
The headmaster’s raising his cane.
The socialists are salivating –
Shareholders expect lots of pain.

– D.N. O’Brien

Banking Royal Commission

Reversal

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Australian poet, Civilizational decline in the West, Historical revisionism, Italian sonnet, Petrarchan sonnet, poem, poetry, Postmodernism, Revisionism, Socialism, sonnet

Reversal

The time has come to watch the old ways fall,
As from the bottom rises what once fell –
What has decayed and has decay’s sweet smell.
What once loomed large will shrink until it’s small,
And lowest things will rise to be the tall.
And thick will float the flotsam on the swell,
As downward sink the sainted souls to Hell.
The oldest lies will be believed by all.
Past heroes will be vilest villains now.
All once thought right will surely now be wrong.
The noble and their courage men will curse,
As those once brave down to the cowards bow.
Admired will be the weak – reviled the strong,
And what was true will be quite the reverse.

– D.N. O’Brien

Shivering in Summer?

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AGW, Australian poet, Climate Change Alarmism, Corrupt climate change scientists, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Media alarmism, poem, poetry

Shivering in Summer?

Now listen up! – I am so old,
I remember when summers were cold –
Before global warming;
Before mass-conforming;
Before such untruths could be told.

Before scientists were bankrolled;
Before foolish minds were controlled.
No! – we had heat-waves,
Now boffins are slaves –
They’ve traded their ethics for gold.

– D.N. O’Brien

Building Balls

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Australian poet, Border walls, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Walls

Building Balls

Over time a weak nation it falls,
So it’s best that your borders have walls,
For they work! – loudly praise them –
But who then to raise them? –
A man with extremely large balls.

– D.N. O’Brien

A Tiny Minority

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Australian poet, Man-eating sharks, poem, poetry, Tiny minorities, Triolet

A Tiny Minority

Leave sharks alone! They mostly don’t eat men!
The few that do we must re-educate.
I feel I have to make that point again –
Leave sharks alone! They mostly don’t eat men!
Out of a thousand sharks no more than ten
Eat people, so stop spreading your shark-hate!
Leave sharks alone! They mostly don’t eat men!
The few that do we must re-educate.

– D.N. O’Brien

Relaunching Madonna

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Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Madonna, Madonna's butt, poem, poetry

Relaunching Madonna

I’ve just seen Madonna’s strange ass –
A malformed and misshapen mass.
I hope the old dame
Avoids any flame;
It could be a build-up of gas!

Madonna’s Butt

The (Very) Silent Majority

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, Islam - Religion of Peace, Islam - the majority are peaceful, Islam in Australia, Islamic infiltration, Islamization, jihad, Jihadists, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet, Terrorist lone wolves

The (Very) Silent Majority

They are the great majority, we’re told;
No need to worry – they are on our side.
They’re all contented sheep within the fold;
No wolf amongst them wears a woolly hide.
And all the men who’ve made such claims have lied,
And still about these peaceful lambs they lie.
By all, such allegations are denied.
(Although there’s evidence one can’t deny.)
So innocents who walk the streets will die,
And few amongst this flock will say a word.
Their shrouded shepherds they will not defy;
They will not bleat – no protest will be heard.
They tell us they are all opposed to hate;
And yet, this virtue, seldom demonstrate.