War of the Words

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, CNN fake news, Fake news, MSNBC, poem, poetry, Spenserian sonnet, Trump's tweets, Trump's war with the media

Trump grabs his gun and loads a telling tweet;
Takes careful aim and fires – another hit!
The media return fire – then retreat,
Regroup – once shining armour scorched and split;
It could not hold before Trump’s cutting wit.
They count their wounded – warning sirens sound!
Incoming tweet! – will Donald ever quit?
He’s got the scent – an Internet bloodhound
Who’ll keep on tweeting till they’re run to ground.
But they are not yet beaten – they’ll resist;
With fake news his positions they will pound.
They’re wounded so they’re dangerous – they’re pissed!
Their words are more explosive every day;
And they won’t let the truth get in their way.

At the Museum

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Conceptual Art, Fountain, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Marcel Duchamp, Marcel Duchamp's Fountain, poem, poetry, R Mutt

I dodged the urinal – gave it a miss;
I heard R. Mutt was there – taking the piss.

Fountain

Ash

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Australian bush poetry, Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Hervey bay, Moreton Bay Ash, poem, poetry

I spied a grand old ash,
Close by the shore, where crash
The waves on shining sand.
I asked it: “Here you stand,
And have for many years.
What laughter and what tears
Can you recall, old tree?
Your secrets tell to me.”

Sprang up a brisk sea-breeze
To rustle its grey leaves;
Its branches swayed and groaned,
And then to me it moaned:
“So long ago I saw
Upon this shining shore,
The campfires in the night,
And by their flickering light,
The dance of painted men;
I was a sapling then;
Now fully grown am I;
My trunk is thick, and high
And mighty do I stand,
But on the shining sand
I see no signs of men –
The ones I knew back then.
Their fires have long gone cold –
To ash – and I am old.”

Then quiet – the sea-breeze died,
And soft the giant sighed;
The waves crashed on the shore;
The old ash said no more.

Affected Agent

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, James Comey, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

The Democrats, James Comey wows,
For to bring down The Donald he vows.
Loud they cry “Raise the heat!”
But the tall guy’s effete –
What the British call “A big girl’s blouse.”

Green Men

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Jungle green, Jungle greens, poem, poetry

The green men came on through the rain and the mud;
Through the green that was stained with the blackest of blood.
And the fragments of iron from the leaden sky rained
As a fragment of green in the vast green they gained.

But the green that was gained was soon taken away,
And the green men lay crumpled and cold on the clay,
And the blood on the green, it became darker still,
As the green men, in silence, they counted their kill.

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

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.