𝐍𝐨 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐬 (𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤)

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Australian poet, Facebook bans news links in Australia, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐍𝐨 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐬 (𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤)

In news to hand “The News” has just been killed.
Who killed it? Facebook says they’ve no idea.
Its heart by some unknown force has been stilled.
In news to hand “The News” has just been killed.
The vacuum that it leaves will soon be filled
By trivia, so there’s no cause for fear.
In news to hand “The News” has just been killed.
Who killed it? Facebook says they’ve no idea.

— D.N. O’Brien

Battle Dress

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Australian poet, poem, poetry, Trans soldiers, Trans women, Triolet

𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

Our general’s at the front charging the guns!
The Taliban are heading for the hills!
He hitches up his skirt — clenches his buns!
Our general’s at the front charging the guns!
His bra is binding — his mascara runs!
The Taliban are all preparing wills!
Our general’s at the front charging the guns!
The Taliban are heading for the hills!

— D.N. O’Brien

What Bolsheviks?

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Australian poet, Bolsheviks, poem, poetry, Russian revolution, Soviet Union, Triolet

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐬?

Who are these Bolsheviks you talk about?
You mean those harmless fools? They don’t scare me!
Those crazy nuts who like to scream and shout?
Who are these Bolsheviks you talk about?
As sure as I’m a Russian, they’ve no clout,
No influence; my comrades all agree!
Who are these Bolsheviks you talk about?
You mean those harmless fools? They don’t scare me!

— D.N. O’Brien

Transformers

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Australian poet, poem, poetry, Trans women, Trans women in female sport, Triolet

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬

If they allow trans women to compete
In female sport, then female sport is dead.
In female sport men will be the elite,
If they allow trans women to compete.
The men will run the females off their feet,
And break their bones in any head to head.
If they allow trans women to compete
In female sport, then female sport is dead.

— D.N. O’Brien

At the Recruiting Office

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Australian poet, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐀𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞

No, we don’t want you in the army son —
You’re fit and strong and straight and you’re a male.
Sure, it’s a shame, but when all’s said and done,
No, we don’t want you in the army son.
No doubt you would be handy with a gun,
But kinder qualities must now prevail.
No, we don’t want you in the army son —
You’re fit and strong and straight and you’re a male.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝐀𝐧 (𝐈𝐧𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞) 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐥

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Australian poet, Covid vaccine, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐀𝐧 (𝐈𝐧𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞) 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐥

It seems a shot of water may suffice —
Immunity of the placebo kind.
According to our medical advice,
It seems a shot of water may suffice.
And to be sure, we’ll give it to them twice;
And then observe the power of the mind.
It seems a shot of water may suffice —
Immunity of the placebo kind.

— D.N. O’Brien

Trump the non-politician

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Donald Trump, Joe Biden, poem, poetry, Triolet, U.S. Presidential Election 2020

𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐧𝐨𝐧–𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧

He’s not a politician — that’s the point!

He isn’t a trained liar like old Joe.

If you want cunning, Trump will disappoint —

He’s not a politician — that’s the point.

He’s trying hard to straighten out the joint;

And he’s not bent — he doesn’t need the dough.

He’s not a politician — that’s the point!

He isn’t a trained liar like old Joe.

— D.N. O’Brien

Green Eyes

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Australian poet, Donald Trump, female jealousy, Melania Trump, poem, Poetry algorithm, Triolet

𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬

I wonder why the ladies don’t like Trump?

(He has a gorgeous wife and he is rich)

Melania is neither plain nor plump —

I wonder why the ladies don’t like Trump?

(He does prefer a shapely female rump)

Could it be jealousy? — It’s such a bitch!

I wonder why the ladies don’t like Trump?

(He has a gorgeous wife and he is rich)

— D.N. O’Brien

The Slave

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Australian poet, poem, poetry, Slave mentality, Triolet

𝐓𝐡𝐞  𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞

Why would one choose to be a shackled slave?

The answer: that is how the slave’s mind works.

With life so short from cradle to the grave,

Why would one choose to be a shackled slave?

He fears the world, so freedom he’ll not crave;

For danger around every corner lurks.

Why would one choose to be a shackled slave?

The answer: that is how the slave’s mind works.

— D.N. O’Brien

Unqualified Amy

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Amy Coney Barrett, Australian poet, poem, poetry, Triolet

𝐔𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝  𝐀𝐦𝐲

A wife with seven kids, and straight, and white!

And she’s prolife, conservative and fair!

What clearer symbol of the hated right? —

A wife with seven kids, and straight, and white!

Comrades rise up! Take to the streets and fight!

This is outrageous! This, we will not bear!

A wife with seven kids, and straight, and white!

And she’s prolife, conservative and fair!

— D.N. O’Brien