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๐“๐ก๐ž ๐†๐ข๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐’๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฆ๐ฌ โ€œ๐‡๐จ๐ฐ ๐ƒ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฒ!โ€

21 Tuesday Mar 2023

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Rise of China


๐“๐ก๐ž ย ๐†๐ข๐š๐ง๐ญ ย ๐’๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฆ๐ฌ โ€œ๐‡๐จ๐ฐ ย ๐ƒ๐š๐ซ๐ž ย ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฒ!โ€

How dare the Chinese grow so strong!

Fe fi fo! Fe fi fo! Fe fong!

Diminutive race!

They should know their place!

China number one? Thatโ€™s so wrong!

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

700Z

19 Sunday Mar 2023

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

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700Z, Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet


๐Ÿ•๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐™

We heard the story of his sad demise.

Concocted, we all thought, but never said.

Out on parade beneath the warm blue skies,

We heard the story of his sad demise.

Was best to just pretend, most thought it wise,

And after all, an officer was dead.

We heard the story of his sad demise.

Concocted, we all thought, but never said.

Now fifty years have passed and memories fade,

And those who still remember, they are few.

No flowers upon a tropic grave are laid,

Now fifty years have passed and memories fade.

The past is gone, whatโ€™s done canโ€™t be unmade,

But words can still be written, and be true.

Now fifty years have passed and memories fade,

And those who still remember, they are few.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

๐๐ฎ๐› ๐’๐ฎ๐› ๐’๐š๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ

15 Wednesday Mar 2023

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire

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AUKUS, Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, U.S. and U.K. sell subs to Australia

๐๐ฎ๐›  ๐’๐ฎ๐›  ๐’๐š๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ

An incontinent man with a second hand sub,

And a dwarf and a drongo, walked into a pub.

There three stools did they take, sat and breasted the bar,

And the man flashed the sub, said:โ€Iโ€™ve more in the car.โ€

Then the midget piped up:โ€I have new ones to sell!โ€

Said the drongo:โ€Iโ€™m sold! Wrap the old ones as well!โ€

Now the drongo we know is an Australian clown,

And the midget resembles a prune with a frown.

And then last but not least, the incontinent man

Having sold off some subs looks in vain for the can.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

๐Œ๐จ๐›๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Œ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž

13 Monday Mar 2023

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Moby Dick, Nord Stream Pipeline, poem, poetry

๐Œ๐จ๐›๐ฒ ย ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ย ๐Œ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž

The latest theory has been hatched,

Of how the pipeline was despatched:

That to keep the Krauts cold

Those damned Russians, weโ€™re told,

Sent a whale with explosives attached.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ก ๐…๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐จ๐ซ…….?

10 Friday Mar 2023

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

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Albo - Anthony Abanese Australian PM, Australian poet, Drag Queens in schools, Formal poetry, National Disability Insurance Scheme, poem, poetry

๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ก ย ๐…๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ย ๐…๐จ๐ซ…….?

Weโ€™re fighting for the bastards bound for Hell.

Weโ€™re fighting for the drones who cannot spell.

Weโ€™re fighting for the men whoโ€™ll never work.

Weโ€™ll fight as hard as we once fought the Turk.

The N.D.I.S.? Yes weโ€™ll fight for that!

Weโ€™ll fight for every filthy scheming rat!

Weโ€™ll fight for gay parades in Sydney Town!

(Where Albo should have worn a pretty gown…)

Weโ€™ll fight so that our kids can hug drag queens,

And so they can watch pornographic scenes.

Weโ€™ll fight for those who rewrite history,

But fight against religious mystery.

Weโ€™ll fight with enemies, against our friends.

Weโ€™ll fight against whatโ€™s right โ€” until it ends.

Weโ€™ll heed the call, and off to war weโ€™ll go,

To fight for all the things that bring us low.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

๐’๐ฅ๐ข๐œ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐“๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก

09 Thursday Mar 2023

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

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Nord Stream Pipeline, Occam's Razor, poem, poetry

๐’๐ฅ๐ข๐œ๐ข๐ง๐  ย ๐“๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก

Confused by the spin and the lies?

Youโ€™ll find Occamโ€™s Razor applies:

Look at motive and means.

Look at who spilled the beans.

Then itโ€™s simple: the Yanks did it guys.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐งโ€™๐ฌ ๐Ž๐›๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐‚๐ก๐จ๐ข๐œ๐ž

07 Tuesday Mar 2023

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Acts of War, Australian poet, Formal poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Nord Stream Pipeline, poem, poetry, U.S. blows up Nord Stream2

๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐งโ€™๐ฌ ย ๐Ž๐›๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ย ๐‚๐ก๐จ๐ข๐œ๐ž

โ€œI can turn off those valvesโ€ Putin said,

โ€œSo no gas to the Germans is fed.

Itโ€™s the simplest of jobs โ€”

Just a twist of some knobs;

But Iโ€™ll blow up our pipeline instead.โ€

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

๐๐š๐ค๐ก๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ญ

05 Sunday Mar 2023

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in War

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Australian poet, Bakhmut, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Russo / Ukraine war, Stalingrad


๐๐š๐ค๐ก๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ญ

Bakhmut is rubble โ€” blasted streets

Like Stalingrad. Of all defeats

These two portray what comes of schemes

Of madmen โ€” slaves to wicked dreams.


Bakhmut stumbles and then falls.

Dead bodies by the tumbled walls,

Their helmets wrapped in emerald bands,

Their rifles clutched in frozen hands.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

๐–๐ž ๐๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ž๐ ๐Œ๐ž๐๐ฏ๐ž๐

03 Friday Mar 2023

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

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Australian poet, Eastern Front WW2, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Russian Bear, Syrian Campaign ww2, WW2


๐–๐ž ย ๐๐ž๐ ย ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ย ๐‘๐ž๐ ย ๐Œ๐ž๐๐ฏ๐ž๐


(At an Australian Field Hospital in the Lebanon, June โ€™41)


The wounded soldier on his bed

(He came quite close to being dead)

Lights with a flaring match a fag,

Then reads the headlines of the rag:

โ€˜Of Russia We Must All Beware!โ€™

โ€˜We Cannot Trust the Russian Bear!โ€™

Next morn the paperโ€™s passed around,

And laughter is a frequent sound.

It seems the Reds have joined the war,

And on our side; the rag therefore

Now prints the headlines staid and wise:

โ€˜Behold Our Glorious Allies!โ€™

โ€˜Great Holy Russia Joins Our Cause!โ€™

So goes the course of paper wars.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

๐”๐ค๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐Œ๐ž๐ญ๐š๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ

28 Tuesday Feb 2023

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

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Australian poet, AZOV, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Russo / Ukraine war, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet, Zelensky

๐”๐ค๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง๐žโ€™๐ฌ  ๐Œ๐ž๐ญ๐š๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ

Pariah of the past, but now transformed

Into the sweetest state that one could find.

The neo-Nazi nation is reformed,

Unrecognizable, one of a kind;

AZOV atrocities left far behind.

Yes itโ€™s a miracle, this new Ukraine โ€”

Itโ€™s now by those who loathed it wined and dined!

It is a mystery, one racks oneโ€™s brain

To come up with a theory to explain

How such a lump of shit became a jewel.

A noble Abel where was once a Cain!

Whatโ€™s more, its leader who once played the fool,

The idiot, the joker, and the queer,

Is now the shining knight who knows no fear.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

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