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๐๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ž๐ซ ๐๐ž๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ž

30 Monday Jan 2023

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ANZAC Day, Australian poet, poem, poetry, Triolet

๐๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ž๐ซ  ๐๐ž๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ž

Australia Day has come and gone and well,

Like Anzac Day they say that it divides.

What, more divided? How on Earth to tell?

Australia Day has come and gone and well,

As long as we buy what the bastards sell,

Weโ€™re sure to finish up on different sides.

Australia Day has come and gone and well,

Like Anzac Day they say that it divides.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

๐„๐ฑ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐“๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ

30 Monday Jan 2023

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in War

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet

๐„๐ฑ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐“๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ

My neighbour has just bought a machine gun.

He says heโ€™s only bought it for defence.

He digging in โ€” itโ€™s looking like Verdun.

My neighbour has just bought a machine gun.

Heโ€™s buying ammunition by the ton.

Hostilities may very soon commence.

My neighbour has just bought a machine gun.

He says heโ€™s only bought it for defence.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

World War Zero

05 Monday Jul 2021

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

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Crimean War, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet, World War Zero

(โ€œThe Crimean War is one of the bad jokes of history.โ€ – Philip Guedalla)

๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐  ๐–๐š๐ซ  ๐™๐ž๐ซ๐จ

The Ottoman Empire is in decline โ€”

Six hundred thousand men prepare to die.

In Europe noble relatives sip wine โ€”

The Ottoman Empire is in decline.

The nobles fear the Russians wish to dine

On Turkey โ€” theyโ€™ll wage war on Nicolai.

The Ottoman Empire is in decline โ€”

Six hundred thousand men prepare to die.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

๐€๐ง ย ๐ˆ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ย ๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก

17 Thursday Jun 2021

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Observation

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Ancient Rome, Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet

๐€๐ง  ๐ˆ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐š๐ฅ  ๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก

Times are much like the dying days of Rome.

The parallels are too clear to ignore.

To roost, the chickens are returning home โ€”

Times are much like the dying days of Rome.

That history recorded in the tome,

Of plague, decay, decline, and civil war.

Times are much like the dying days of Rome.

The parallels are too clear to ignore.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Revision

01 Tuesday Jun 2021

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Observation

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poem, poetry, Revisionist history, Triolet

๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป

According to the present, judge the past;

Then all we once thought good weโ€™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 fatherโ€™s guilt upon the son.

According to the present, judge the past;

Then all we once thought good weโ€™ll know to shun.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Asymmetrical Warfare

10 Monday May 2021

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in War

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Asymmetrical Warfare, Guerrilla war, poem, poetry, Triolet, Unwinnable wars

๐€๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ  ๐–๐š๐ซ๐Ÿ๐š๐ซ๐ž

The powerful complain that itโ€™s not fair

When they are badly beaten by the weak.

When weaklings bring ignoble force to bear,

The powerful complain that itโ€™s not fair.

The weak by any means may trap or snare;

By treachery and cunning havoc wreak.

The powerful complain that itโ€™s not fair

When they are badly beaten by the weak.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Crystal Clear

05 Wednesday May 2021

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

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poem, poetry, Red China, Taiwan, Triolet

๐‚๐ซ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ฅ ย ๐‚๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ซ

Itโ€™s clear as crystal, so cannot be seen โ€”

Red Chinaโ€™s plan to take over the world.

They see no need to lay a thick smokescreen โ€”

Itโ€™s clear as crystal, so cannot be seen.

A bitter and revengeful war machine โ€”

On conquered isles their scarlet flagโ€™s unfurled.

Itโ€™s clear as crystal, so cannot be seen โ€”

Red Chinaโ€™s plan to take over the world.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

A Vow of Silence

29 Thursday Apr 2021

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poem, poetry, Triolet, Vow of Silence

๐—” ย ๐—ฉ๐—ผ๐˜„ ย ๐—ผ๐—ณ ย ๐—ฆ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ

For thirty years you havenโ€™t said a word;

But now weโ€™ll set you free to tell your tale.

Had you said anything we would have heard โ€”

For thirty years you havenโ€™t said a word.

You gave no hint, no clue to what occurred,

But now you may โ€” those secrets have gone stale.

For thirty years you havenโ€™t said a word;

But now weโ€™ll set you free to tell your tale.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

A Bottom-up Problem

27 Tuesday Apr 2021

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Observation

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democracy, Demos, poem, poetry, Triolet

๐€ ย ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ-๐ฎ๐ฉ ย ๐๐ซ๐จ๐›๐ฅ๐ž๐ฆ

The quality of a democracy

Depends upon the state of the demos.

Observe the voters โ€” for itโ€™s there youโ€™ll see

The quality of a democracy.

Do they choose to be safe, or to be free?

Love liberty, or couldnโ€™t give a toss?

The quality of a democracy

Depends upon the state of the demos.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

๐๐จ๐›๐ฅ๐ž ย ๐‚๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ย ๐‚๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง

23 Friday Apr 2021

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

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climate change, Climate Change Scam, Noble Cause Corruption, poem, poetry, Triolet

๐๐จ๐›๐ฅ๐ž ย ๐‚๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ย ๐‚๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง

Corruptionโ€™s fine when thereโ€™s a noble cause.

And noble causes multiply these days.

And whether Climate Change or pointless wars,

Corruptionโ€™s fine when thereโ€™s a noble cause.

The corporations kneel, and profit soars;

 The nobles choose the tune, the piper plays.

Corruptionโ€™s fine when thereโ€™s a noble cause.

And noble causes multiply these days.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

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