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Regime Change

03 Friday Feb 2023

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Sonnet, War

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Putin, Russo / Ukraine war, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet, Ukraine, Vladimir Putin

๐‘๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž  ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž

Itโ€™s out! The truth is spoken by the West:

Itโ€™s not about the people of Ukraine!

The leaders of โ€˜Utopiaโ€™ confessed

(Though anyone possessing half a brain,

Who has the sense to get out of the rain,

Knows they donโ€™t care for Ukraineโ€™s sovereign rights.)

Itโ€™s all about regime change, Iโ€™ll explain:

Itโ€™s Putin who is squarely in their sights. 

It is for this their foolish proxy fights.

Putin holds back the poisoned Western tide

That sweeps across the world โ€” dimming the lights.

The West wishes to have a puppet guide

Great Holy Russia to the wrecking yards,

And Putin, Nemesis, holds all the cards.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

๐€ ๐„๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐งโ€™๐ฌ ๐•๐ข๐ž๐ฐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐‘๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐š ๐’๐š๐ง๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ

17 Tuesday Jan 2023

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire, War

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, poem, poetry

๐€ ๐„๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐งโ€™๐ฌ ๐•๐ข๐ž๐ฐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐‘๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐š ๐’๐š๐ง๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ

The Russians supply us with great gobs of gas,

But weโ€™ll tell the Ivans: โ€œStick it up your ass!โ€

Weโ€™ve got solar panels and wind-power too.

Weโ€™ll have electricity up the kazoo!

The Russians will starve and the ruble will tank.

(Weโ€™ve got our American allies to thank!)

Damn! Here comes the winter โ€” itโ€™s getting quite cold.

(The Chinese and Russians are buying up gold)

Our windmills arenโ€™t turning, and grey is the sky!

The lights are not working and no one knows why.

The Russians are flogging their gas to the East.

The ruble by huge leaps and bounds has increased.

The temperature now drops to minus degrees.

If it gets much lower than we will all freeze,

But not so the Russians, theyโ€™re happy and warm.

I look out the window โ€” weโ€™re in for a storm,

A snow-storm that is, well Iโ€™m hungry and tired,

The sanctions, Iโ€™m starting to think, have backfired.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

World War Zero

05 Monday Jul 2021

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Historical, Satire, War

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Crimean War, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet, World War Zero

(โ€œThe Crimean War is one of the bad jokes of history.โ€ – Philip Guedalla)

๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐  ๐–๐š๐ซ  ๐™๐ž๐ซ๐จ

The Ottoman Empire is in decline โ€”

Six hundred thousand men prepare to die.

In Europe noble relatives sip wine โ€”

The Ottoman Empire is in decline.

The nobles fear the Russians wish to dine

On Turkey โ€” theyโ€™ll wage war on Nicolai.

The Ottoman Empire is in decline โ€”

Six hundred thousand men prepare to die.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Fools Rush In

04 Sunday Jul 2021

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Observation, Sonnet

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

Fools Rush In

Into the void now left, (for God is dead),

Flow swiftly, weird beliefs and strange ideas.

To fill the vacuumed space within each head,

Advance the cults and creeds of crazy seers;

Of Eastern mystics, deviants, and queers.

The ancient faith is now consigned to trash,

As rise once more the superstitious fears.

Cathedrals and their icons burn to ash,

As statues of old heroes fall and smash.

But history will warn โ€” so itโ€™s wiped clean,

And those whoโ€™d dare remind us feel the lash.

The frightened masses fear to intervene,

As evil men are uplifted and praised,

And massive monuments to madness raised.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

A Reasonable God

29 Tuesday Jun 2021

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Observation, Sonnet

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Devils by Fyodor Dostoevsky, Formal poetry, Friedrich Nietzsche, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

A Reasonable God

โ€œSo soon belief will end and leave a void;

A godless empty placeโ€, the thinker said.

โ€œWhen all the faiths that filled it are destroyed,

And all that they stood for is cold and dead.โ€

And so the writer, with a sense of dread,

Foretold how men would kill their deities.

Would have no need of them โ€” their daily bread

Would still be theirs; thereโ€™d be no need to please

Imagined gods; to fall down on their knees

And pray to empty space; was scienceโ€™s turn

To rule the minds of men. The poles would freeze;

The tides would rise and fall, the sun would burn;

No gods or their fair angels would be missed.

The new God, Science, would rule with an iron fist.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

๐ƒ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐

24 Thursday Jun 2021

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Observation, Sonnet, War

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Civil War, Disunity, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

๐ƒ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐

Itโ€™s obvious; the split is now too wide.

There is no chance such gaping wounds can heal.

There is no common ground โ€” a stark divide;

No compromise; no way to cut a deal.

But stay united for the common weal?

Forget it โ€” that would surely end in woe.

A separation will a truth reveal โ€”

That old one โ€” all will reap but what they sow.

For oneโ€™s intent is high, the otherโ€™s low;

And natureโ€™s laws suggest the first will win.

Itโ€™s time to end this endless to and fro;

The union must now take it on the chin.

The best outcome would be a swift divorce;

A civil warโ€™s unthinkable of course.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

A Discarded Inauguration Day Sonnet

30 Saturday Jan 2021

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire, Sonnet

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Formal poetry, Inauguration Day Poem, Joe Biden inauguration, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

๐€ ๐ƒ๐ข๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐๐ž๐ ๐ˆ๐ง๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ƒ๐š๐ฒ ๐’๐จ๐ง๐ง๐ž๐ญ

In praise of Joe this poem I have writ.
But Iโ€™ll not mention any of his flaws โ€”
His hair-sniffing, his groping, all that shit;
His keen support for all those foreign wars.
I love him, for heโ€™s opened many doors
For me, a budding poet laureate.
Oh I know old Joe farts โ€” at times he snores;
But heโ€™ll be dead before long โ€” you can bet
Your house on that. Still, let us not regret
Selecting this frail, barely conscious guy
To lead our fast decaying nation โ€” let
Him show the way as all the old ways die.

Iโ€™ll start again and throw this in the bin.
Iโ€™ll write some whiny waffle โ€” that should win!

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Certa Cito

27 Sunday Dec 2020

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Historical, Observation, Sonnet, War

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121 Signal Squadron, Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Formal poetry, Gough Whitlam, poem, poetry, Royal Australian Signal Corps, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

๐‘ช๐’†๐’“๐’•๐’‚ ๐‘ช๐’Š๐’•๐’

The plan is hatched by foolish faceless men.
The squadronโ€™s fate by treachery is sealed.
The method and the why, the where, the when,
Is to the gathered malcontents revealed.
All that the patriotic have concealed
Will be exposed just when the time is right;
The squadron will be banished from the field โ€”
Its troops will be destroyed without a fight โ€”
All trace of it will fade into the night,
And none will mourn its swift and sure demise;
And on its fate no one will shine a light.
But those who filled its ranks โ€” its ears and eyes,
Who served and sweated on that Asian Hill,
They know how easily mere words can kill.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Taken

29 Sunday Nov 2020

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in General

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Australian traditional poetry, poem, poetry

๐“๐š๐ค๐ž๐ง

Oh pretty girl, now you grow old,
As does the boy who caught your eye.
But you were taken โ€” bound with gold,
And who would break the seal? Not I.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Domino Theory

09 Wednesday Sep 2020

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Belt and Road, Chinese aggression, Chinese expansionism, Chinese infiltration, Chinese spying, Domino Theory, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Vietnam War

Domino Theory

The โ€œDomino Theoryโ€? โ€” Man, thatโ€™s so old hat!
We Chinese know many ways to skin a cat.
No need to send armies โ€” make deals! โ€” we can buy
Left wing politicians in blink of an eye!
In Aussie, a target, we have Labor guys
On payroll โ€” have also an army of spies!
We lease port of Darwin โ€” these Aussies so dumb!
We gain naval access for miserly sum.
Take over Australia? It not very hard.
If they try to stop us we play racist card!
Weโ€™ll liberate shortly the folk in Hong Kong;
To Mao theyโ€™ll be bowing before very long!
And in South East Asia no need to wage war;
Our sneaky takeover those bozos ignore.
For we have a plan that we call โ€œBelt and Roadโ€.
(Means world domination in our secret code).
Yes โ€œDomino Theoryโ€ is rubbish you dunce!
Now dominoes, they all fall over at once!

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

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