𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫

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Australian poet, Dalai Lama, Formal poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞  𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫

Some Lama is now in the news.

It seems that he has some loose screws.

He did what? I see!

Well sonny if he

Says “Suck on my tongue!” Just refuse.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐌𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, Homosexuality, limerick, Mark Latham, Mark Latham Tweet, poem, poetry

𝐓𝐨𝐨  𝐌𝐮𝐜𝐡  𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!

(for Mister M.L.)

Away with your grisly details

Of secrets of males upon males!

Such love is pristine!

It’s sacred and clean!

And that is the view that prevails!

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐆𝐮𝐧 𝐎𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

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Australian Firearm Owners proposed registration, Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐆𝐮𝐧  𝐎𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫  𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

I’m being added to a list of crims,

Because I have some guns I seldom shoot.

As the faint flame of freedom flutters, dims,

I’m being added to a list of crims.

Perhaps I should get tattoos on my limbs —

A swastika — a goose-stepping jack-boot.

I’m being added to a list of crims,

Because I have some guns I seldom shoot.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐁𝐮𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞

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ANZAC Day, Australian poet, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐁𝐮𝐲𝐞𝐫  𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞

Australia Day has come and gone and well,

Like Anzac Day they say that it divides.

What, more divided? How on Earth to tell?

Australia Day has come and gone and well,

As long as we buy what the bastards sell,

We’re sure to finish up on different sides.

Australia Day has come and gone and well,

Like Anzac Day they say that it divides.

— D.N. O’Brien

Winter Offensive

The ground it slowly freezes in Ukraine,

So soon the Russians will be making tracks.

Upon the wounded Earth the rockets rain,

As to Donbas the Russians turn their backs.

The engines roar; the tanks roll north and west;

On frozen-solid soil they race ahead —

Steel warriors that never pause to rest,

Unlike, beneath the snow, the stone-cold dead.

— D.N. O’Brien

Attrition Ammunition

The West is now clearly insane,

It’s sending more shells to Ukraine.

Though the war is lost,

 Who cares of the cost?

It’s worth it to prolong the pain.

— D.N. O’Brien

NATO

𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗢

The Cold War ended — what a shame!

Now NATO had one chance for fame.

One chance to keep itself alive.

One chance for NATO to survive.

Its Raison D’être put to bed

It must expand or drop down dead,

And so it gazed unto the East

In that direction saw a feast —

Some nations who could join its pact,

And NATO of course honour lacked,

So Russia’s cries fell on deaf ears,

And NATO’s moves entrenched its fears.

Then NATO looked at the Ukraine,

Its oil, its coal, its fields of grain,

And said: “Come join us in our fold,

We promise greenbacks, graft and gold.”

But Putin said: “Forget it mate!

Ukraine will stay a neutral state

Or else we’ll blow it all to bits!”

Zelensky, scared out of his wits,

But quite safe in his acting role

Then said to NATO: “Bless my soul,

I think perhaps we should give in

For that would be the lesser sin.

I know this Putin pretty well,

He may just send us all to Hell!”

But NATO said: “Do as you’re told.

You’ll win an Oscar, maybe gold.

You’ll take out the Nobel Peace Prize —

Listen to us for we are wise.

We, NATO, will most surely win —

Fight to the last Ukrainian!

So you must now prepare for war

Train up the NAZIs at your core,

Though you of course are just a Jew,

A figure head — that’s nothing new.”

So after 7 years of war,

Putin no longer could ignore

His fellow Russians in Ukraine,

The thousands dead, their constant pain,

Zelensky sitting on his ass,

The rockets raining on Donbas.

And so at last, his patience lost,

And knowing, great the coming cost,

He gave the order to attack;

To stretch Ukraine upon the rack

Of bloody war, as NATO cheered,

As peace, the state that NATO feared,

Was then consigned to flaming Hell.

And o’er Ukraine the acrid smell

Of burning flesh suffused the air,

As NATO in its Western lair

Winked at its friends who make the guns;

And mothers grieved for slaughtered sons.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐔𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 / 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬

𝐔𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 / 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚  𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬

Peter the Great

Was six feet eight.

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Some say even longer,

And Russia stronger.

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Zelensky may be a comic figure,

But even clowns can pull a trigger.

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“Okay we’re neutral”, Zelensky said

And with three words he raised the dead.

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Then Putin said: “About Donbas……

We’ll talk instead of kicking ass.”

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Zelensky said: “You ask no more?”

Putin replied: “You’d rather war?”

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫

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EU, NATO, Ukraine

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨  𝐎𝐮𝐫  𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫

Nothing may now be believed.

A web by the spiders is weaved,

And innocent flies

Are trapped by its lies;

And neighbouring spiders deceived.

— D.N. O’Brien

A Vow of Silence

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poem, poetry, Triolet, Vow of Silence

𝗔  𝗩𝗼𝘄  𝗼𝗳  𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲

For thirty years you haven’t said a word;

But now we’ll set you free to tell your tale.

Had you said anything we would have heard —

For thirty years you haven’t said a word.

You gave no hint, no clue to what occurred,

But now you may — those secrets have gone stale.

For thirty years you haven’t said a word;

But now we’ll set you free to tell your tale.

— D.N. O’Brien