Best Parliament Poems

Owl Parliament is now in session, so be quiet please.
All whistles, hoots, growls, grunts and screeches need to cease.

As the largest of you all, I’m in charge, you see.
Not to mention, I have killed four warthogs and a monkey!

Sir Snowy thinks we need to show...

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all agitated

          discussing monkey business

                   going bananas


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Chosen as Poem of the Day~3rd July 2015...

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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...

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"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....

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My Member of Parliament
Is a Gentleman
If You doubt, go to Hell
You will find him there!...

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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...

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‘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...

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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...

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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...

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Fine
speeches
on the ear-
do not change the
tune...

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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...

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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...

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'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!
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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...

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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...

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