𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐬

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Australian poet, Finland joins NATO, Finns, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞  𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐬

I see, the fickle Finns have joined NATO;

The Finns are unpredictable at best.

Which side are they on now? It’s hard to know!

I see, the fickle Finns have joined NATO —

One never knows which way a Finn will go;

He may march East but then turn and march West!

I see, the fickle Finns have joined NATO;

The Finns are unpredictable at best.

— D.N. O’Brien

700Z

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700Z, Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝟕𝟎𝟎𝐙

We heard the story of his sad demise.

Concocted, we all thought, but never said.

Out on parade beneath the warm blue skies,

We heard the story of his sad demise.

Was best to just pretend, most thought it wise,

And after all, an officer was dead.

We heard the story of his sad demise.

Concocted, we all thought, but never said.

Now fifty years have passed and memories fade,

And those who still remember, they are few.

No flowers upon a tropic grave are laid,

Now fifty years have passed and memories fade.

The past is gone, what’s done can’t be unmade,

But words can still be written, and be true.

Now fifty years have passed and memories fade,

And those who still remember, they are few.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, Nord Stream Pipeline, poem, poetry, Triolet, U.S. blows up Nordstream gas pipeline

𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥

The Swedes know who blew up the gas pipeline.

But who it was, the Swedes they cannot say.

But having dived into the Baltic brine,

The Swedes know who blew up the gas pipeline.

Of them spilling the beans there is no sign —

They’re hoping that it all just goes away.

The Swedes know who blew up the gas pipeline.

But who it was, the Swedes they cannot say.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 ‘𝐘𝐞𝐬’ 𝐕𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐫

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Aboriginal 'The Voice' referendum, Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐓𝐡𝐞  𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭  ‘𝐘𝐞𝐬’  𝐕𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐫

‘They think I’m voting ‘no’ — I’m voting ‘yes’!’

And then I’ll feign surprise when ‘yes’, it wins!

I’ve been quite negative, therefore I guess

They think I’m voting ‘no’ — I’m voting ‘yes’!

It will be quite a thrill I must confess,

To cleanse myself of my ancestors’ sins.

They think I’m voting ‘no’ — I’m voting ‘yes’!

And then I’ll feign surprise when ‘yes’, it wins!

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐚𝐭

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Australia Day Awards, Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫  𝐨𝐟  𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐚  𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭  𝐓𝐰𝐚𝐭

Compliant twats are being decorated.

Each one will get a shiny piece of brass.

The devious, the fools, the overrated —

Compliant twats are being decorated.

For their collaboration compensated,

For blindly taking it right up the arse.

Compliant twats are being decorated.

Each one will get a shiny piece of brass.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, NATO, NATO expansion, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐆𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧

NATO is always pushing to the East,

Devouring all the crumbs the Russians left,

And lately has crumb-gathering increased.

NATO is always pushing to the East.

On Holy Russia’s carcass they would feast

If into many pieces it was cleft.

NATO is always pushing to the East,

Devouring all the crumbs the Russians left.

— D.N. O’Brien