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๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ

17 Monday Apr 2023

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

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

๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ย ๐๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ

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?

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

๐…๐ข๐œ๐ค๐ฅ๐ž ๐…๐ข๐ง๐ง๐ฌ

07 Friday Apr 2023

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

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

๐…๐ข๐œ๐ค๐ฅ๐ž ย ๐…๐ข๐ง๐ง๐ฌ

I see, the fickle Finns have joined NATO;

The Finns are unpredictable at best.

Which side are they on now? Itโ€™s hard to know!

I see, the fickle Finns have joined NATO โ€”

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.

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ƒ๐š๐ฆ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ

26 Sunday Feb 2023

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

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, Nord Stream Pipeline, poem, poetry, Triolet, U.S. blows up Nordstream gas pipeline

๐ƒ๐š๐ฆ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ

The Swedes know who blew up the gas pipeline.

But who it was, the Swedes they cannot say.

But having dived into the Baltic brine,

The Swedes know who blew up the gas pipeline.

Of them spilling the beans there is no sign โ€”

Theyโ€™re hoping that it all just goes away.

The Swedes know who blew up the gas pipeline.

But who it was, the Swedes they cannot say.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ โ€˜๐˜๐ž๐ฌโ€™ ๐•๐จ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ

25 Saturday Feb 2023

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Triolet

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Aboriginal 'The Voice' referendum, Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet

๐“๐ก๐ž  ๐’๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ  โ€˜๐˜๐ž๐ฌโ€™  ๐•๐จ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ

‘They think Iโ€™m voting ‘no’ โ€” Iโ€™m voting โ€˜yesโ€™!’

And then Iโ€™ll feign surprise when โ€˜yesโ€™, it wins!

Iโ€™ve been quite negative, therefore I guess

They think Iโ€™m voting ‘no’ โ€” Iโ€™m voting โ€˜yesโ€™!

It will be quite a thrill I must confess,

To cleanse myself of my ancestorsโ€™ sins.

They think Iโ€™m voting ‘no’ โ€” Iโ€™m voting โ€˜yesโ€™!

And then Iโ€™ll feign surprise when โ€˜yesโ€™, it wins!

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

๐Ž๐ซ๐๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐›๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š ๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐“๐ฐ๐š๐ญ

20 Monday Feb 2023

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

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Australia Day Awards, Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet

๐Ž๐ซ๐๐ž๐ซ  ๐จ๐Ÿ  ๐›๐ž๐ข๐ง๐   ๐š  ๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐š๐ง๐ญ  ๐“๐ฐ๐š๐ญ

Compliant twats are being decorated.

Each one will get a shiny piece of brass.

The devious, the fools, the overrated โ€”

Compliant twats are being decorated.

For their collaboration compensated,

For blindly taking it right up the arse.

Compliant twats are being decorated.

Each one will get a shiny piece of brass.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

๐๐€๐“๐Ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐†๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ญ๐จ๐ง

08 Wednesday Feb 2023

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Triolet

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, NATO, NATO expansion, poem, poetry, Triolet

๐๐€๐“๐Ž  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž  ๐†๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ญ๐จ๐ง

NATO is always pushing to the East,

Devouring all the crumbs the Russians left,

And lately has crumb-gathering increased.

NATO is always pushing to the East.

On Holy Russiaโ€™s carcass they would feast

If into many pieces it was cleft.

NATO is always pushing to the East,

Devouring all the crumbs the Russians left.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

๐†๐ฎ๐ง ๐Ž๐ฐ๐ง๐ž๐ซ ๐‘๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐€๐ซ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค

06 Monday Feb 2023

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Uncategorized

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Australian Firearm Owners proposed registration, Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Triolet

๐†๐ฎ๐ง  ๐Ž๐ฐ๐ง๐ž๐ซ  ๐‘๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง  ๐€๐ซ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค

Iโ€™m being added to a list of crims,

Because I have some guns I seldom shoot.

As the faint flame of freedom flutters, dims,

Iโ€™m being added to a list of crims.

Perhaps I should get tattoos on my limbs โ€”

A swastika โ€” a goose-stepping jack-boot.

Iโ€™m being added to a list of crims,

Because I have some guns I seldom shoot.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

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

30 Monday Jan 2023

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Uncategorized

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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

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