Short Parliament Poems
Short Parliament Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Parliament by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Parliament by length and keyword.
Cockfight!
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my claim my right
in parliament
cockfight.
Clue!
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the sky lost blue
I have no clue
imagine a wanker joke
parliament gone up in smoke
brings in a rocket
hid deep in pocket
well guy fawkes you silly bloke.
The nation faced such doom and gloom
Men gathered in a basement room
The gunpowder plot
Was brilliant- NOT
And parliament never went boom
Lord Brexit nodded off in his chair
And, of course, Parliament did not care
When May gave him a prod
He exclaimed, "Oh my God!
Is it true we are already there?"
British soldier and statesman, Oliver Cromwell -
The Rump Parliament he sought to expel.
Some saw him as a hero of liberty.
Others condemned him for gross brutality.
all agitated
discussing monkey business
going bananas
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Chosen as Poem of the Day~3rd July 2015
There once was a man, who wanted gold,
As quickly as it came; his soul, he sold.
Cops tossed him behind bars
The judge called it all a farse
Now in the parliament, he is enrolled.
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
Smoldering diadems
unwrap our parliament.
Superstitious super-intelligence
composing the lost years ironed to death,
crisp,
and smooth,
yet still dead.
The world is ending,
yet I can only think of you.
"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.
Owl hooting cease now
The ears feast the dirge of night
One more rat is dead
Rat flesh shrinks tonight
Makes feast for tomorrow's barn
A new parliament
When the owl laments
The village waits bait in breath
So silence breathes peace
Brexit!
The dreaded word,
haunts us once again,
Oh!Visions of doom, burst and gloom!
lies and false promises spun in looms,
In Houses of Parliament rooms,
To craft election win,
And enforce,
Brexit!
A red- letter day Rictameter poetry Contest
Guy Fawkes, what
a guy, a gunpowder
plot to bring down
parliament in the blink
of an eye.
We remember
his attempt with a spark
in our eyes.
Build a
bonfire build a bonfire,
the fire is still alive. We
have not let it be forgotten,
the flame shall never die.
Form:
It is not a discouraging word
but, according to one, is a turd.
F-A-R-T
is not pretty
and in Parliament should seldom be heard
*bit of a row over use of the word “fart” during a session of the Canadian Parliament — search “canadian fart” to read the article on BBC news
Parliament today met
All in power chat
One by one get
Stand and sit
On this and that
Facts lies set
What to get?
What to let?
If not what?
Ball and bat
All in tongue shots
Summer that hot
Nation not lit
All now kept shut
Sudden power cut!
The Queen
Has caffeine,
A great cuisine,
And nothing in between.
Her name is Colleen,
With her middle name Jean.
She has a daily routine,
And eats a tangerine.
This isn't the best scene,
But there's a guillotine.
Off with their head and spleen.
Now Parliament can reconvene.
God bless the counter tenor
King of Kings, Lord of Lords
Member of my divine Parliament
Halos abounding and sounding
Of Celestial bliss and perfectude.
\Pitching pulchritudinous pitches,
Pushing me to transcendence.
No God can touch this
Nor man bring down.
God bless the counter tenor
'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!
I live in a garret on 59th street
above a bookstore and an Irish bar.
I listen to Classical music on a cheap
radio and smoke Parliament cigarettes.
I compose poetry. I feed my creativity
with whiskey through my afternoons and
write until my thoughts become mundane.
There are brief moments of brilliance.
God never asked me
to stand on guard for thee.
And neither should my country
to fight for their decree.
With none of us as equal
as all our countries thought.
And those who would wage war
when others went and fought.
Our parliament of parties,
where little sharing's done.
A requiem for a true Canadian,
were all our parties one.
Not an elders place for the old to stay
It’s that pearl’s parliament of now days
For one third of deaf,limb and dumb all pay
For their tones,bellies and long tongues this may
No one knows what they come to say
Any one knows they don’t listen to what we say
For schools many foundations they lay
At schools even for rain they didn’t stay!
The skies of Paris were lit up
in 1940, when the Luftwaffe
rained down armament...
Burned again in student riots
in 1968, with the protests
against parliament
Then again an apartment block
In 2019, Feb, arson after a
neighbours' argument
And now the skies light up once more
In 2019, now Our Lady's flames
on the firmament
(c) The Didds 2019
It’s like the Battle of Britain he moans
I can’t survive this bombardment he groans
And then he said Sh*t
That’s a direct hit
What kind of numpty films fireworks with drones
5 November is Guy Fawkes day in the UK in celebration of
Mr Fawkes and associates trying to blow up the Houses
of Parliament. Some would say he should have succeeded.
I
The topless tress became completely nude
As if they felt upcoming autumn’s mood
Cold sunny autumn sky reflected me
Awakening the raven of reality
II
Autumn topless tress
Before the winter’s freeze
A beggar at the Parliament
My heart forbids me: no lament.
Abandoned Meus square
Forgotten. Unaware
Rue de Commerce over here
Commerce is everywhere.
I guess weird is wonderful, eh,
Let's place the fair in welfare today,
Yeah, right, a quest for all our pollies,
Myriad challenges for equity,
True, misery loves comedy,
Someone writes their political scripts,
Listening to Parliament gives me the blip,
Best to off turn the switch,
Pray for a Lazarus economy,
Yes, misery loves comedy....
But, really not that funny!