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

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.

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.

Vercingetorix

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Ancient Rome, australia traditional poetry, australian formal poetry, Battle of Alesia, Battle of Gergovia, Formal poetry, Gallic Tribes, Gaul, Julius Caesar, Roman Triumph, Vercingetorix

Armed with spear and bow and sword,
So advanced the Gallic horde.
At Gergovia struck a blow;
Laid the Roman legions low.
At Alesia – fortified,
There the legions, they defied;
But besieged by Roman might,
Weakened, they gave up the fight.
Vercingetorix the bold,
On his horse adorned with gold,
Swiftly then to Caesar went;
Rode a circle round his tent,
Then dismounted at his feet,
Flung his armour, took his seat
On now uncontested ground;
Looked to Caesar, made no sound.
So to Rome he was conveyed;
In captivity he stayed.
Soon, said Caesar: “While he lives,
To the tribes, false hope he gives.
He, to Rome, no loyalty feigns,
At my Triumph, bound in chains,
Let this King, to all the Gauls,
Show how low their saviour falls;
Then to foil his Gallic tricks,
Strangle, Vercingetorix.

Turning the Tables

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Formal poetry, ISIS, Islamic infiltration, islamic Terrorism, Islamization, Jihadists, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, London terror attacks, poem, poetry

“Get used to it folks,” says the mayor,
“In a way it is really quite fair.
Sure there’ll be disasters
For we’re now the masters
And finally we’re getting square.”

Turnbull and Shorten

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Bill Shorten opposition leader (Labor), Formal poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Malcolm Turnbull Prime Minister (Liberal), poem, poetry

Two idiots speak with one voice.
Our foes, how they laugh and rejoice,
As we sit here becalmed,
Desperate and disarmed,
With no prospect, no future, no choice.

Rights

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australian formal poetry, Australian traditional poetry, Formal poetry, poem, poetry

Your rights, young fellow, you demand;
But rights to food and shelter and
The right to liberty and land –

By your forefathers, these were won;
By sacrifice, and by the gun.
Young man, take heed, be thankful son;

Such rights as you enjoy are rare.
Your rights? Observe what others bear;
Those with but one – to breathe the air.

Lament of the Coddled

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

Oh blackest day of all our days on Earth!
A tragedy we’ll surely not survive.
Protected from reality since birth,
Provided for, we’ve never had to strive
(Unlike the working class) to stay alive.
We huddle in safe spaces and we cry.
We congregate like drones within a hive,
Aware that our annihilation’s nigh.
Now from our lips a great collective sigh
Bemoans the victory of one so bad,
So mean; we shout unto the heavens – why?
This triumph of the misinformed – so sad,
Fixes our fate; there’s naught that we can do;
Our multicoloured world has turned to blue.

Merry Tolerant Christmas

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Christmas celebrations, Christmas protests, Formal poetry, Islam in Australia, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Spenserian sonnet

Let’s celebrate, but sensitively, right?
We must acknowledge that we could offend,
And good God! – we don’t want to start a fight;
We’re flexible, for heaven’s sake – we’ll bend.
(For principles don’t matter in the end)
Our celebrations could be misconstrued.
(The Crusades are not easy to defend)
Our revelling may be considered rude.
Some may think Christmas trees and tinsel crude,
For it’s a different god these folks obey;
He may judge us licentious, loud, or lewd.
So think of others on this Christmas Day;
Those from those nations less diversified,
Where “Merry Christmas!” gets you crucified.

Congratulations and Celebrations!

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Che Guevara, Clinton loses, Donald Trump wins election, Fidel Castro dies, Formal poetry, poem, poetry

Hooray! What a great week or two!
Trump won, Clinton lost, Castro too
Checked out – went below to join Che;
Good guy triumphed – two shits went away.