𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕕

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Archibald Portrait Prize, limerick, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Postmodern art

𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕕

One needn’t have skill or be wise,

To take out the coveted prize;

But postmodern mates

And inherent traits

Admired by the judgemental eyes.

— D.N. O’Brien

Revision

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poem, poetry, Revisionist history, Triolet

𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻

According to the present, judge the past;

Then all we once thought good we’ll know to shun.

The flag must fly forever at half-mast.

According to the present, judge the past.

Let history be shattered by the blast,

And heap the father’s guilt upon the son.

According to the present, judge the past;

Then all we once thought good we’ll know to shun.

— D.N. O’Brien

The Damned

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damned, poem, poetry

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐝

Damned for living in a time

When to care was not a crime.

When it seemed that it was best

To take them from a befouled nest.

Accused of genocidal war.

Damned forever after for

Trying but to save a kid.

Damned no matter what they did.

— D.N. O’Brien

Repetition

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couplet, epigram, poem, poetry, rebounding universe theory, repetition

Repetition

Love life, but do not fear its end —

Your next one’s waiting round the bend.

— D.N. O’Brien

Хлеб и цирки

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Bread and Circuses, Communism, Juvenal, limerick, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Russian revolution

Хлеб и цирки

Before they could tend to the rot,

The nobles were gulaged or shot.

And all things that were good,

And the crosses of wood —

Bread and circuses replaced the lot.

— D.N. O’Brien

Age

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Aging, Bird song, poem, poetry

𝐀𝐠𝐞

Oh to be a bird at dawn,

Knowing not when it was born.

Sings its song as if its first.

By no memories accursed.

Lives each day as if its last.

Doesn’t count the seasons past.

Cleverer than any sage —

Has no wish to know its age.

— D.N. O’Brien

Dead End

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Lies, limerick, poem, poetry

Dead End

The carcass, corruption it leaks,

Yet rises it up, and it speaks:

“By The Lie we were led

To this land of the dead,

So be warned of the havoc it wreaks.”

— D.N. O’Brien

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The Same

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Bird trapping, Finches, poem, poetry

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞

The finches look the same to me

As those I trapped so long ago.

They flit about the bunya tree

And look at me as if they know

Me from before, when I was young.

Perhaps they are the same bright birds,

For I recall the same tunes sung —

And quite unaltered are their words.

— D.N. O’Brien

Broad Tents (and Churches)

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broad churches, Broad tents, limerick, poem, poetry

Broad Tents (and Churches)

Within a broad tent you reside,

But what if the tent is too wide?

What if some tent dwellers

Aren’t trustworthy fellas —

What If you’re not on the same side?

— D.N. O’Brien

Geriatric Geezer Galvanizes Gaza Goons

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Democrat support for Palestine, Hamas, Israel, Joe Biden, limerick, limerick poems, poem, poetry, Rocket attacks

𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜  𝐆𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐫  𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬  𝐆𝐚𝐳𝐚  𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬!  

Their rockets rain down on Israel,

As Biden, their hero, they hail.

All gains blown to bits

By Democrat shits —

The Donald’s peace train they derail.

— D.N. O’Brien