Parliament Poems - Poems about Parliament

The Mother of Parliament-- REALLY

I just watched Prime Ministers question time,
What a noise like monkeys trying to mime.

The speaker sits up in her chair,
Both sides shout the row filling the air.

This is the place from which our country is run,
To say it's run is really just a great big pun.

The MP's are there just for personal glory,
They don't really

PARLIAMENT

Parliament of owls 
Each big eyed head turns to speak
Yet to wit to who 

At the Edge

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

A Plague of Grackles

'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!

Old and New 2 : Boardroom

OLD AND NEW 2 : BOARDROOM 


Jackal preyed on dimpled dolls
smiling gold on slender wrist
nosing down a slippery path
scowling schoolboy promoted
beyond his mediocre castle


Mammals sat on polished teak
coiffed moustaches, tonged peaks
feeding unclipped grapevines 
old words and wounds
eating raisin muffins


Falcon scribbled notes
watching eyes serving 
newly ordained masters
legalese from a previous 
age flowed from fine shifting 
fingers

Go To Hell

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

Apology Accepted When

Do you hear what was done
Those years ago under the Australian sun
We came to what we were told
Was an empty land for the bold

Some had no choice as a convicts fall
When their sentence was at the old Bailey’s call
Free settlers paid their way here too
Thinking it was all for them to do

So hardships were worked

Parliament

PARLIAMENT

A gathering of owls so wise
Can you see it in their eyes
Open wide as if in surprise
With collective intelligence
And mindset convergence

Wisdom is so easily attributed
And no sign of being inhibited
As knowledge is contributed
To add collective experience
Discovery through prurience

A chance to share information
Decisions based on summation
No evidence of any frustration
Maybe huddled to keep warm
Into a modest

The Parliament of Freud

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

Out of Order

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

The Temptation of Hartley-Brewer

Oh Julia, Julia Hartley-Brewer,
I touched her knee when I hardly knew her.
A punch was threatened in my face
And in due course I fell from grace.

On Question Time her face occurred,
I hung upon Julia’s every word,
Her eyes emit intentions amorous,
Her knees quite hidden from those cameras.

I dreamt of her in see-through blouses,
Sliding fingers down my trousers,
A

Ekphrasis On House of Parliament At Sunset

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 Parliament

Your hallowed chamber shuts its doors
Against our constricted faces 
As our feet endure heated floors
Because of a million cases 

Before your oath, we gave the votes
In spite of sweltering coercions 
But now your tongue tags us felons
Because the multitude revolts 

You have corrupted the chamber
And shown contempt for citizens 
By putting gold before service 
And

Apology By the Australian Parliament For Institutionalised Child Abuse 22 October 2018

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

Stated In English Parliament - From E a Poe

"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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