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๐๐จ ๐๐ž๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐†๐จ๐จ๐ ๐๐ž๐ฐ๐ฌ (๐š๐œ๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐…๐š๐œ๐ž๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค)

18 Thursday Feb 2021

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire

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

๐๐จ ๐๐ž๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐†๐จ๐จ๐ ๐๐ž๐ฐ๐ฌ (๐š๐œ๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐…๐š๐œ๐ž๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค)

In news to hand โ€œThe Newsโ€ has just been killed.
Who killed it? Facebook says theyโ€™ve no idea.
Its heart by some unknown force has been stilled.
In news to hand โ€œThe Newsโ€ has just been killed.
The vacuum that it leaves will soon be filled
By trivia, so thereโ€™s no cause for fear.
In news to hand โ€œThe Newsโ€ has just been killed.
Who killed it? Facebook says theyโ€™ve no idea.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Battle Dress

17 Wednesday Feb 2021

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

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

๐๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ƒ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ

Our generalโ€™s at the front charging the guns!
The Taliban are heading for the hills!
He hitches up his skirt โ€” clenches his buns!
Our generalโ€™s at the front charging the guns!
His bra is binding โ€” his mascara runs!
The Taliban are all preparing wills!
Our generalโ€™s at the front charging the guns!
The Taliban are heading for the hills!

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

What Bolsheviks?

16 Tuesday Feb 2021

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire

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

๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ฏ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ?

Who are these Bolsheviks you talk about?
You mean those harmless fools? They donโ€™t scare me!
Those crazy nuts who like to scream and shout?
Who are these Bolsheviks you talk about?
As sure as Iโ€™m a Russian, theyโ€™ve no clout,
No influence; my comrades all agree!
Who are these Bolsheviks you talk about?
You mean those harmless fools? They donโ€™t scare me!

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Transformers

06 Saturday Feb 2021

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Observation

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

๐“๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ฌ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ

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.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

At the Recruiting Office

06 Sunday Dec 2020

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire

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Australian poet, poem, poetry, Triolet

๐€๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ž๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐ž

No, we donโ€™t want you in the army son โ€”
Youโ€™re fit and strong and straight and youโ€™re a male.
Sure, itโ€™s a shame, but when allโ€™s said and done,
No, we donโ€™t want you in the army son.
No doubt you would be handy with a gun,
But kinder qualities must now prevail.
No, we donโ€™t want you in the army son โ€”
Youโ€™re fit and strong and straight and youโ€™re a male.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

๐€๐ง (๐ˆ๐ง๐ฃ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž) ๐’๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐•๐š๐œ๐œ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐…๐š๐ข๐ฅ

18 Wednesday Nov 2020

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire

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Australian poet, Covid vaccine, poem, poetry, Triolet

๐€๐ง (๐ˆ๐ง๐ฃ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž) ๐’๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐•๐š๐œ๐œ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐…๐š๐ข๐ฅ

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

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Trump the non-politician

20 Tuesday Oct 2020

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Observation

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

๐“๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฉ  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž  ๐ง๐จ๐ง–๐ฉ๐จ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ข๐š๐ง

Heโ€™s not a politician โ€” thatโ€™s the point!

He isnโ€™t a trained liar like old Joe.

If you want cunning, Trump will disappoint โ€”

Heโ€™s not a politician โ€” thatโ€™s the point.

Heโ€™s trying hard to straighten out the joint;

And heโ€™s not bent โ€” he doesnโ€™t need the dough.

Heโ€™s not a politician โ€” thatโ€™s the point!

He isnโ€™t a trained liar like old Joe.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Green Eyes

17 Saturday Oct 2020

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire

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

๐†๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐ง  ๐„๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ

I wonder why the ladies donโ€™t like Trump?

(He has a gorgeous wife and he is rich)

Melania is neither plain nor plump โ€”

I wonder why the ladies donโ€™t like Trump?

(He does prefer a shapely female rump)

Could it be jealousy? โ€” Itโ€™s such a bitch!

I wonder why the ladies donโ€™t like Trump?

(He has a gorgeous wife and he is rich)

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

The Slave

13 Tuesday Oct 2020

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Observation

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Australian poet, poem, poetry, Slave mentality, Triolet

๐“๐ก๐ž  ๐’๐ฅ๐š๐ฏ๐ž

Why would one choose to be a shackled slave?

The answer: that is how the slaveโ€™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 heโ€™ll not crave;

For danger around every corner lurks.

Why would one choose to be a shackled slave?

The answer: that is how the slaveโ€™s mind works.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

Unqualified Amy

12 Monday Oct 2020

Posted by Dennis N. O'Brien in Satire

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

๐”๐ง๐ช๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ข๐ž๐  ๐€๐ฆ๐ฒ

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

And sheโ€™s prolife, conservative and fair!

What clearer symbol of the hated right? โ€”

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 sheโ€™s prolife, conservative and fair!

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

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