Best Parliament Poems
all agitated
discussing monkey business
going bananas
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Chosen as Poem of the Day~3rd July 2015
Categories:
parliament, humor,
Form:
Senryu
stupendous silhouette of castle
piercing through hazy fog
reminds me of your shadow
as you come to meet me at twilight
mixed hues of spectral sky
reflected in dreamy water
in furrowed thick impasto
of amber and sandstone
are glowing ember
of your undying love.
Notes: Claude Monet painted a series of impressionist oil paintings of the Palace of Westminster, home of the British Parliament, in the autumn of 1899 and the early months of 1900 and 1901 during stays in London. All of the series' paintings share the same viewpoint from Monet's window or a terrace at St Thomas' Hospital overlooking the Thames and the approximate canvas size of 81 cm × 92 cm (32 in × 36 3/8 in).They were, however, painted during different times of the day and weather conditions. This one was during sunset. ( Photo and reference credits to Wikipedia).
20 May 2021
For "All Yours ( May 20) Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Brian Strand
1st place
Categories:
parliament, appreciation, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis
"Much I marveled this ungainly Foul to hear discourse so plainly
Though its answer little meaning;
Bereft of all that I adore."
Further sitting there in English parliament I wondered
What this monstrous Panting "mother"
Meant.
Categories:
parliament, abuse, humor,
Form:
Free verse
My Member of Parliament
Is a Gentleman
If You doubt, go to Hell
You will find him there!
Categories:
parliament, allegory
Form:
'News' may simply be
an acronym,
North, East, West, South,
Space-time continuum
Headlines capture minds—
Imagine the water cooler buzz
if the front-page news was:
"A Plague of Grackles!"
"A Murder of Crows!"
"A Conspiracy of Ravens"
"A Parliament of Owls"
Bird's-eye views of
All that's news!
Categories:
parliament, bird, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Parliament is an umbrella of the people by which
All those who have read books of satire and sarcasm
Regularly shelter and gossip wisely and vigorously
Legal issues as hailstorm threaten to tear hopes.
In formal ways one with Cutting Mouth guides them
And forwards the results of the wise gossip
Mainly for ratification by Chief of Chiefs into acts but
Everyone who has read books of satire has hidden eyes
Necessary to act as microscopes to identify virus
The group of Chief of Chiefs and his cadres may contract
Categories:
parliament, allusion, political,
Form:
Acrostic
‘That’s not my elephant’ bellowed
Saturn from his throne
He pointed his ringed finger
At the spaghetti haired Olympian Jove
‘It’s his creation’, he shouted
Jove rose from his jewelled chair
And taking the hand of Goddess Ella
Bent down and peered from the sky
Pointing towards the tiny second graders
He smiled and shook his locks
Saturn seeing the tiny ones
Riding the huge pachyderm
Felt his anger abating
And passed the bill of rights
Onto Jove to create
These magnificent beasts
For the pure pleasure of seeing
A little child smile with glee
Categories:
parliament, funny
Form:
Free verse
Along the centuries-old Drostdy walls
and sidewalks lined with cypresses
Scents of late orange blossoms
envelops you
Conjuring up foggy memories
The street burning your bare feet:
An initiating walk-on-fire
Categories:
parliament, childhood, city, environment, growing
Form:
Free verse
My Member of Parliament is a gentleman
If you doubt
Go to Hell
You will find him there
Why do you look back
In chock? Are you shocked?
No my friend
I have not been to hell
Surely heaven too awaits
If I do not vie
For a seat next time
Go to hell, my brother
If it's true as they say
In the corridors of hell
There are liars and other animals
There are fires and other confetti
Special demons who eat fire
Go to hell, you will find him there
My Member of Parliament
He is gentleman, he said
With his stinking lip
He farted promises
And vowed to return
For miles he lied
This side, when he vied
Go to hell
You will find him there!
Categories:
parliament, political,
Form:
Free verse
The Parliament of Freud
In youth the infernal triad posture and prance
Like the kindergarten of the lower house;
Bit players on the eternal stage of life,
Pawns in the cosmic joust of evolution
Development and decay.
ID pork-barrels the marginal seats, whilst
Ego duns the sleeping ears with rhetoric,
And Super-Ego wrings its hands in despair.
The chattering classes look up with indifference
Before continuing on their way, playing out
Their own little drama on a parochial stage.
Yet at some point in life, wisdom prevails
And the tussle of ID with Super-Ego abates, as
One tempers its selfish demands and the
Other decides she’ll be right, so that
Ego finally gets a grip on reality.
Categories:
parliament, analogy, irony, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
AT THE EDGE
Red velvet I step into the abyss
If I choose
I see crystal clear at the edge
Ancient cries of turmoil
Grips of control, men being boys
Boys being men
On the other side of the edge
White eagles fly to the right
or in circles
Owls hoot as they please
Silver stars beckon endlessly
A Prince leans from a window frame
Overlooking Sea ruled by Poseidon
of wondrous waves and spuming whales
searching for Circe with a Venus lock
Crossed legs in black socks
Eyes twinkling enticement
fear barely perceived
At the edge of the world Suns
are rounded rainbows
Cries of hunger rise and die
Selfish give in crumbs
with eyes longing to arrive
here too, while Buddhists
drink tea in golden cups
Here you fall so deep and
Speak to Zeus, if he wants to reply
Transplant minds and let thoughts
fly into blank cells
Broaden eternity, if you wish
Jump back into black or forward
to seek the flint
carrying you round about
At the edge it is dangerously
Exciting in the moment
Nothing else
In the moment at the
Edge
©GhairoDanielsPoetryandSong1998
WATCH ON YOUTUBE @ghairodanielspresence Under Title : Red Carpet : AT THE EDGE
{ Note : This poem was written whilst I was working in Parliament. The first words, Red velvet, was a image coming from the red carpet rolled out, outside my office, on the way to the National Assembly, where a President of another country was due to walk on, into the National Assembly for speech-giving.
The image of a Prince comes from a Minister of State, who I was due to have a meeting with, after lunch. He was leaning from his office window towards the National Assembly building. As I looked up into his face, all I saw was a Great Sea with spuming whales. In the next few minutes I was opposite him looking at his crossed legs in black socks talking about why a piece of legislation was important. Strange. )
Categories:
parliament, change, creation, deep, extended
Form:
Free verse
Some words have such power
To us who hear them in this hour
To know when children alone cried
And justice for them was denied
Evil once ruled when children were abused
Their anguish was the truth then refused
To soothe the damage that was done
Sorry is said from everyone
Harken world we have now said
The deeds done are believed now instead
For we know in coming years
Justice will be served and not more children’s tears.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
parliament, abuse, child abuse,
Form:
Ballad
Fine
speeches
on the ear-
do not change the
tune
Categories:
parliament, political,
Form:
Lyric
You build mansions from the bricks of their hunger,
wear jewels from the taxes we pay.
there will be no room for repention,
when we fight back bringing your judgment day.
we've been screaming for centurys
but we've never been heard.
in a rich nation of poverty,
whos children need to be fed.
No jobs for the men
who've worked for forty years.
once comfortable, now penniless
as you drink champagne from their tears.
As the poets all fall to their knees
and you kill all our sons in your war,
when civil mutiny is brought upon you,
you'll wonder what your greed was really for.
Naive thinking you'll always be in control,
there are more of us than there is you.
it will take just one man to stand up
and fight for what is true.
Revolution is that stench in the air,
air that is thick with devastation.
I advise that you dig out your armour,
the civillians are done being patient.
Categories:
parliament, political
Form:
No beautiful face on sale; Bazar is out of order
Fairyland - O dear goddess Ishtar! - is out of order.
I was alone at home, we'd to spend the noon together
Now, she rings aft' afternoon: my car is out of order!
Life is not that simple that few words on paper decide:
Words are limited - leading quasar is out of order!
"My speech is not contrary to public benefit - think..."
In Parliament, members' seminar is out of order.
"We can't measure depth of sea, sorry captain! we're stranded-
Sea breeze is against our ship route, sonar is out of order."
We may attack own cities at this impatient moment;
Enemy jets are coming, radar is out of order.
April 01, 2022
Categories:
parliament, adventure, creation, future, history,
Form:
Ghazal