Parliament Poems | Examples

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 care as long as they continue their families story.

Some just sit and take the money,
Other try for the bigger jobs, like bees around the honey.

Their lives all mapped out to get a companies directorship,
Whilst making sure their cronies are in and likely to get a substantial tip.

They are blind to what the real people need,
They look down their noses, they think they are a superior breed.

There is supposed to be separate parties with original idea's,
But none of them do and they can wreck the country, that's my fear.

Some say don't worry, things will change when we have the next election,
But it won't be any different, because we will still only have that limited selection.

PARLIAMENT

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

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 in a cage


Overgrown thyroid sat there 
his infantry lost in teeming 
townships blaring transistors
interrogators of another time
peeped at a polished tiger-eye
on his seat


Minds like noisy tools 
drilled atomic holes in 
the boardroom table
beaded headdresses falling 
from fat oozing french seams


They will learn Christmas carols
in mint retirement homes
when the table losses its legs


©GhairoDanielsPoetry1997

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 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!

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 through
Making a life for their family too
But some were pushed aside
Making their lives hard to abide

The Australian Parliament has apologised 
For the way First Nations were treated and ostracised 
So time marches on with some bridges mended
But it seems the progress isn’t good or as fast as intended 

So now we go from one issue to the next
Leaving Australians so perplexed 
How many times do we need to go through it again
I wonder when will this all find an end?

© Paul Warren Poetry

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 group they form

Such a parliament is a collective
Not a government, nor elective
Combining wisdom, is effective
Consider their hunting choices
Plans agreed among the voices

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 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.

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 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

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 voice so forceful yet hypnotic,
At once commanding and erotic.

I strove to erase her from my mind
But my confidence was undermined,
I was so ashamed that I shed a tear
And terminated my career.
 
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.

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 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

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 self before voiceless people

Like those whose seats you now possess
The bullion unites your voices 
Against a people expectant 
Because they pant for change anew 	

With ballots ready for harvest
You brandish your lack of virtue 
By offering us stale porridge 
To yet again sell you our rights 

When we resist the enticement 
You unleash vicious touts on us
To take that not freely given
As mandate of the populace

Our tolerance is expired 
Now we possess the raw courage
And are proud to bear our anger
In cleansing the debauched chamber

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 instead
For we know in coming years
Justice will be served and not more children’s tears.

© Paul Warren Poetry

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.

Parliament

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

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