First

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, poem, poetry

Go forth brother and clear the way,
As you did for me when we both were young.
On your final journey you leave this day,
As the prayers are said and the bells are rung.

Long ago at the front you led,
And made as we trekked, here and there a mark,
To guide us back to a leafy bed:
A chevron white, on a tree’s brown bark.

Blaze a trail to the great unknown,
And on each trunk carve an arrowhead;
So if by then it be overgrown,
I will see the scars, and your path I’ll tread.

{In memory of Danny Allen O’Brien Warrant Officer class 1 27/04/1947 – 29/05/2016 R.I.P.}

Subversive Shaikh

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Australian poet, Australian poets, Australian traditional poetry, Formal poetry, Imam Shaikh M. Tawhidi, Islamic infiltration, Islamic State, islamic Terrorism, Islamization, jihad, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

Relax, settle down and be calm.
There’s no need to sound the alarm.
Cover your ears and eyes;
Oh, you think they tell lies?
So does the enlightened Imam.

Imam Shaikh M. Tawhidi shakes Islamic establishment

The official website of Shaikh Mohammad Tawhidi

Dicky Wiki

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, wikipedia

I take little notice of Wiki,
For it has become rather tricky;
It leans to the left,
Is of balance bereft,
And its editors liberal and cliquey.

Islamic Creep

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poetry, poem, Australian traditional poetry, limerick, Formal poetry, Islamization, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Islamic infiltration, Australian poet, Emmanuel Macron elected President of France

A useful idiot has been elected.
The alternative? – She was rejected.
So dysfunctional France
Staggers on in a trance,
And more terror attacks are expected.

The Pink Bits

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Australian Imperial Forces, Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Colonialism, poem, poetry, The British Empire, The Pink Bits

It was in an imperial army he fought;
For the pink bits were ours, and that’s what he was taught.
Now the pink bits are gone and they’ll never come back,
For they’ve fallen, and festered, and faded to black.

Ishmael

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Herman Melville, Moby Dick, Nantucket, pequod, poem, poetry, Sperm whale, Whaling

We have rescued a sailor
Of Pequod the whaler;
She sailed from Nantucket, well-found.
His name it is Ishmael;
He says that a white whale
Sent her to the bottom – all drowned

But he – all were lost;
In the sea they were tossed;
All was smashed up to splinters and gore.
It’s a blood chilling tale
Of a man killing whale;
Of revenge, and of madness and war.

Ahab was the master;
This sorry disaster
Relates to his ivory peg.
The story began
In the Sea of Japan
Where the white whale, it bit off his leg.

Revenge Ahab needed;
No warnings he heeded;
Now all except Ishmael are dead.
This captain insane
With a hate addled brain,
All the rest, to destruction, he led.

Now the monster and he,
They are spliced, in the sea,
In the depths where leviathans sound.
And they never will rise;
Ishmael saw with his eyes,
That by line and by lance they were bound.

The Getting of Wisdom

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Wisdom

The young are now wise, we are told.
Indeed, some are clever, some bold;
And our praise they may earn,
But in time they will learn
That the wise are invariably – old.

Take Your Pick

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Bashar Assad, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Syrian gas attack

Something happened but I don’t know what.
Who is lying and who’s talking rot?
Are we just being used?
I don’t know – I’m confused;
I admit I can’t follow the plot.

Why has truth become so hard to find?
How can it, from this mess be divined?
Which ones seek to deceive?
Just who can we believe?
Fact and fiction seem somewhat entwined.

The Russians? The US? Assad?
The rebels or ISIS? – It’s hard!
Fox news or left media?
It would be speedier
To shuffle, and then pick a card.

Anti-Gun Culture (an ANZAC Day sonnet)

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Anti-gun movement, ANZAC Day, australian formal poetry, Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Gun culture, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

“So you have guns – my god, you must be nuts!
I couldn’t bring myself to hunt and kill,
For I’m allergic to all blood and guts,
And when I see it, down my spine a chill
It travels, and I have to take a pill.
I think all senseless shooting should be banned.
I’ll campaign for disarmament until
There’s not a single gun throughout the land.
If necessary, from your cold dead hand
I’ll take your gun if you will not comply.
This is my cause – I hope you understand.”
“Your threat is clear – and yes, I’d rather die;
My life and liberty I owe to guns
Once wielded by my country’s bravest sons.”

A Cunning Plan (Hypothetically)

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Formal poetry, Gas attack in Syria, ISIS, jihad, poem, poetry

We’ve got a problem guys – the pres
Now likes Assad – or so he says.
We need to turn his views around.
We need some action on the ground
In Syria, to make Trump see
That he is wrong – this chemistry
Between him and this chump Bashar
Has gone a little bit too far.
OK let’s get things moving fast;
Our allies – well they’re quite aghast
That peace may pretty soon break out
In Syria – we’re not about
To let that happen – here’s the plan:
The rebels – look I’m not a fan,
But we support them – yeah I know
They’re bastards, but Assad must go.
Obama, late lamented chief,
It was his wish – now I’ll be brief:
We’ll give these fiends a little rope;
They’ll hang Assad– or so we hope;
They’ll set him up – commit a crime;
Blame it on him – just like last time.
What will they do? – What heinous deed?
It’s up to them – are we agreed?
We’re not involved! – no not a bit;
It gives me gas to think of it.
But I’m quite sure it will be bad.
Imagine Trump – he’ll be quite sad;
He’ll be incensed; he’ll be enraged.
(The fool won’t know it’s all been staged)
We’ll urge him then to swiftly act.
By all our allies we’ll be backed.
We’ll bomb the Syrians to Hell.
The hordes of refugees will swell.
Strong man Assad will surely flee
And rebel armies will be free
To murder and to subjugate.
Al Qaeda and Islamic State
Will fight each other – what a mess!
(Well I’m excited – I confess)
And all the other Muslim shits
Will chop each other into bits!
Once gone for good – the threat of peace,
All talk of compromise will cease.
Russian expansion will be checked,
And Putin’s plans will all be wrecked.
It’s all we need – just one attack,
And Syria is back on track.