Monkey Business

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Australian poet, Chimpanzees wage war, Innate instincts, Jane Goodall, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

Postmodernists say humans are the cause
Of all the problems of old Mother Earth.
They claim invasions, battles, bloody wars,
Weren’t present prior to our primal birth.
But such a theory is of little worth,
For so behave the monkeys – chimpanzees.
Of facts to back this up there is no dearth.
(Conclusions that most certainly won’t please
Those worshipers of Nature, birds and bees).
They prove that just like us these murderous apes
Will conquer, kill, and territory seize.
Our primate cousin also raids and rapes;
It’s not just us who have this fatal flaw,
For like us humans, chimpanzees wage war.

Chimps wage war

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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

Cemetery Road

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Australian bush poetry, Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Bush Poetry, Formal poetry, poem, poetry

Cemetery Road

It formed our northern boundary –
A rough dirt track that wound up to
Some toppled tombstones on the top
Of a bare hill. Occasionally
We’d see a motor car or two
Drive slowly up the road and stop,

And out would get some people who
Would walk amongst the scattered stones
And by a grave then stop, and stand,
And bow their heads. They were the few
Who stood above the mouldering bones
Deep down – embracing soil and sand.

I guess they were the ones who’d known
The dead who’d long been buried there.
It seemed that way, for they were old –
The ones who walked that overgrown
Old graveyard, hats in hand, heads bare,
In summer’s heat or winter’s cold.

But that was long ago, now those
Who visited back then have flown;
And who they were we’ll never know,
Nor why they came, and I suppose
They’ve gone the way of flesh and bone.
But some are not forgotten, so –

Now Cemetery Road is black
With tar, and tourists come to see
Where lie those ancient pioneers.
Each stone repaired, no chip or crack
To mar a curiosity –
That long ago was wet with tears.

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

To the Breakers

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Abortion on demand, Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

To the Breakers

The end of a long voyage is now reached.
Seaworthy she once was, and too, well-found.
But soon her rotted timbers will be breached.
For though wise sailors with their lead-lines sound
And cry: “Reverse or we will run aground!”
There is no slowing, it’s full steam ahead,
The course is set – they are disaster bound.
Her crew will pay a price for all the dead –
Each tiny body with its cruel crushed head
And splattered brain – each murdered little child –
A human being, ruined, wrecked, and red
With sacrificial blood – God’s gift defiled.
The ship ploughs on towards the breaking waves;
In its foul wake the slain sink to their graves.

Abortion up to 22 weeks to be decriminalized in Queensland

Concrete Canvas

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Australian grain silos, Australian poet, Painted silos, poem, poetry, Silo art trail Australia

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬

These stores of gathered golden grains,
Once sombre, dull, and grey,
That rise above the spreading plains,
Now on their walls display
In colours bright, all Nature’s gifts –
Fruits of the wide-tilled earth.
These towering works, the spirit lifts,
As lifted is their worth.

– 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.

Elephantitis

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Australian poet, Elephant in the room, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet

Elephantitis

Let’s face the facts – we need a bigger room.
The elephants have formed into a herd.
Should they stampede then it would spell our doom.
Let’s face the facts – we need a bigger room.
This meagre space must not become our tomb!
(Though elephants are neither seen nor heard.)
Let’s face the facts – we need a bigger room.
The elephants have formed into a herd.