A Visit From the Truth Police

Tags

Australian poet, Facebook fact checking, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet, Truth Police

𝐀 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞

A knock upon the door disturbs the peace:
“We know you’re in there sir, let us inside!
We are, perhaps you’ve guessed, the Truth Police,
And we have solid proof that you have lied.
A certain lie you posted has been spied
By our Fact-checkers — open up the door!
There is no place to run, no place to hide!
We have our orders to enforce the law,
And liars like you no way will we ignore!
Now let us in! You lying terrorist!”
(They bash the door down, throw me to the floor,
Put in the boot.) “Now we are really pissed!
We asked you nicely — you would not comply.
Now you’ll learn facts are fiction — that’s no lie.”

— D.N. O’Brien

Babes in Arms

Tags

Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, pregnant soldiers

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐬

It’s their pregnant battalion men — run!
They are armed to the teeth — every one!
They’re a terrible sight!
And it’s not a fair fight!
For let’s face it — it’s two against one!

— D.N. O’Brien

A True Believer?

Tags

Australian poet, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐀 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫?

You say that you believe in God — I say,
Then surely you must strive to be a saint.
From His well-beaten path you must not stray.
You say that you believe in God — I say,
If that be so His word you must obey —
Faith’s burdens must be borne without complaint.
You say that you believe in God — I say,
Then surely you must strive to be a saint.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐧)

Tags

Australian poet, Covid-19, poem, poetry, Socialism, sonnet, The Great Reset

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐧)

All stuff (except for ours) the state now owns.
And by the state, we mean the global state.
Apart for your pathetic flesh and bones,
You’ve no possessions — we’ll decide your fate.
We’ll issue you with special mobile phones,
So we can listen in to all you say.
You’ll be observed around the clock by drones —
We must know where you go, and where you stay.
You need not fear as long as you obey
Our clear directives — do as you are told.
Make no mistake, all deviants will pay.
(In sweat and blood — since we have all the gold)

To Covid we must now extend our thanks —
We didn’t need those missiles, guns, and tanks.

— D.N. O’Brien

Creating a Flashpoint

Tags

Australian poet, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭

We need an insurrection to suppress!
Then we can justify complete control.
Our aim is revolution friends, no less.
We need to paint their hero black as coal,
And hope that they’ll react — that is our goal —
We’ll then portray them as the enemy.
We’ve kicked Trump out, and now we’re on a roll,
We must destroy the bastards totally!
So here’s the plan — I’m sure you’ll all agree:
Destruction of The Donald may suffice
To get them rioting — we’ll wait and see —
And if it does they’ll pay a heavy price.
But should this not provoke these “faithful” sons,
We know what will — we’ll take away their guns.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐍𝐨 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐬 (𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤)

Tags

Australian poet, Facebook bans news links in Australia, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐍𝐨 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐬 (𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤)

In news to hand “The News” has just been killed.
Who killed it? Facebook says they’ve no idea.
Its heart by some unknown force has been stilled.
In news to hand “The News” has just been killed.
The vacuum that it leaves will soon be filled
By trivia, so there’s no cause for fear.
In news to hand “The News” has just been killed.
Who killed it? Facebook says they’ve no idea.

— D.N. O’Brien

Battle Dress

Tags

Australian poet, poem, poetry, Trans soldiers, Trans women, Triolet

𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

Our general’s at the front charging the guns!
The Taliban are heading for the hills!
He hitches up his skirt — clenches his buns!
Our general’s at the front charging the guns!
His bra is binding — his mascara runs!
The Taliban are all preparing wills!
Our general’s at the front charging the guns!
The Taliban are heading for the hills!

— D.N. O’Brien

What Bolsheviks?

Tags

Australian poet, Bolsheviks, poem, poetry, Russian revolution, Soviet Union, Triolet

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐬?

Who are these Bolsheviks you talk about?
You mean those harmless fools? They don’t scare me!
Those crazy nuts who like to scream and shout?
Who are these Bolsheviks you talk about?
As sure as I’m a Russian, they’ve no clout,
No influence; my comrades all agree!
Who are these Bolsheviks you talk about?
You mean those harmless fools? They don’t scare me!

— D.N. O’Brien

Scat – a – Brains

Tags

Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, scat, Trump acquitted

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐭-𝐚-𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

The crazies we call Democrats,
Along with Republican rats,
Have failed to slay Trump —
They’re having a dump,
Then making a meal of their scats.

— D.N. O’Brien

The Healing Process

Tags

Australian poet, healing, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

Don’t fall for their bullshit term “healing”.
It’s your self-respect they’d be stealing.
They are the truth-haters.
Cave in to these traitors,
And soon to their gods you’ll be kneeling.

— D.N. O’Brien