𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐤

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, limerick, poem, poetry

𝐓𝐡𝐞  𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲  𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤  𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐤

Our tank, it did not have a flaw,

But we don’t have to think any more,

About whom we will fight,

What is wrong, what is right;

We just follow the Yanks into war.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭

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AUKUS alliance, Australian poet, Formal poetry, Neutral Australia, poem, poetry

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭

Forget them all — they’ve gone to Hell.

Old cherished friends? They’ve gone as well.

Forget alliances with fools

Who’ve broken all the golden rules.

Forget old comrades, they are dead.

Forget the past, and all they said.

Cut off the chains — lest pull us down

These pirates when their galleys drown.

Yes, free us from the deathly grip

Of foreign armour, plane, and ship.

We’ve paid the price for their mistakes;

Cast off these phonies — they are fakes!

They are not what they were before:

They talk of peace, but whisper: “war”.

Trust not in liars — trust our sea;

Prepare for our neutrality.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐛

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐛

Over silent sons blows the desert dust.
Over guns long stilled — over rifles’ rust.
To a sacred God the Sirocco moans
Of the sacrifice — of the shared bleached bones,
Where the Roman raised a defiant hand,
And is buried deep, neath a shroud of sand.

Was a victory — a first glimpse of Hell,
As a battle won — as a fortress fell
By an emerald grove and a sapphire jewel
In the great Sahara — a precious pool.

And the ones who fought and the ones who died
They have met perhaps on the other side —
The Australian boys from across the sea;
The reluctant soldiers of Italy.

— D.N. O’Brien

(Photo is of the Australians of 18th Brigade 7th Div 2nd AIF raising their colours over the fortress of Giarabub March 1941.)

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

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Australian poet, First Nations, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭  𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

First Nations? So how were these states defined?

By boundaries, by government, by laws?

By hordes and bands and tribes all intertwined?

First Nations? So how were these states defined?

By armies forcefully? By treaties signed?

By victories hard-won in bloody wars?

 First Nations? So how were these states defined?

By boundaries, by government, by laws?

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Soviet Union

𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬

The Soviets destroyed nobility.

The savages rose up to take control —

Harnessed the rest to serve futility;

And twenty million was the final toll.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫

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Australian poet, Dalai Lama, Formal poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞  𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫

Some Lama is now in the news.

It seems that he has some loose screws.

He did what? I see!

Well sonny if he

Says “Suck on my tongue!” Just refuse.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, limerick, poem, poetry, Shanghai

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚

I bought a shanghai from Shanghai.

It backfired and took out my eye!

(Shanghai — Australian sling-shot)

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬

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Australian poet, Bucha Ukraine, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Russo /Ukraine war, War crimes

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬

Who benefits from crimes of war?

Well not the Russians — that’s for sure.

Who profits from civilians slain?

I wouldn’t dare suggest……Ukraine?

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐬

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Australian poet, Finland joins NATO, Finns, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞  𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐬

I see, the fickle Finns have joined NATO;

The Finns are unpredictable at best.

Which side are they on now? It’s hard to know!

I see, the fickle Finns have joined NATO —

One never knows which way a Finn will go;

He may march East but then turn and march West!

I see, the fickle Finns have joined NATO;

The Finns are unpredictable at best.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐌𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, Homosexuality, limerick, Mark Latham, Mark Latham Tweet, poem, poetry

𝐓𝐨𝐨  𝐌𝐮𝐜𝐡  𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!

(for Mister M.L.)

Away with your grisly details

Of secrets of males upon males!

Such love is pristine!

It’s sacred and clean!

And that is the view that prevails!

— D.N. O’Brien