Take all your dukes and marquesses and earls and viscounts, pack them into one chamber, call it the House of Lords to satisfy their pride and then strip it of all political power. It's a solution so perfectly elegant and preposterous that only the British could have managed it.
quote by Charles Krauthammer
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Politicalamity
Wars n rumors
Of wars, no one knows what for
Toys and soldiers
Deployed, on some foreign shore
Lords and rulers
Destroy, diplomatic rapport
Communists, dictatorships
Democracies, hypocrisies
Ask not what your country can do?
To a one world governmental zoo
Political, political
Politicalamity
Its an-ar-chy
Political, political
Politicalamity
Rick n poor
Salute your countrys colors
Less is more
When one oppresses the other
Pride n power
Decorated upon collars
Donkeys, bears n elephants
All paper-trained on parliament
Ask not what your country can do?
To a one world governmental zoo
song performed by by Extreme
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In Defense
You may say if you please, Johnny Bull, that our girls
Are crazy to marry your dukes and your earls;
But I've heard that the maids of your own little isle
Greet bachelor lords with a favoring smile.
Nay, titles, 'tis said in defense of our fair,
Are popular here because popular there;
And for them our ladies persistently go
Because 'tis exceedingly English, you know.
Whatever the motive, you'll have to confess
The effort's attended with easy success;
And-pardon the freedom-'tis thought, over here,
'Tis mortification you mask with a sneer.
It's all very well, sir, your scorn to parade
Of the high nasal twang of the Yankee maid,
But, ah, to my lord when he dares to propose
No sound is so sweet as that 'Yes' from the nose.
Ah, well, if the dukes and the earls and that lot
Can stand it (God succor them if they can not!)
Your commoners ought to assent, I am sure,
And what they're not called on to suffer, endure.
''Tis nothing but money?-your nobles are bought'?
As to that, I submit, it is commonly thought
That England's a country not specially free
Of Croesi and (if you'll allow it) Croesæ.
You've many a widow and many a girl
With money to purchase a duke or an earl.
'Tis a very remarkable thing, you'll agree,
When goods import buyers from over the sea.
Alas for the woman of Albion's isle!
She may simper; as well as she can she may smile;
She may wear pantalettes and an air of repose-
But my lord of the future will talk through his nose.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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In Defense
You may say, if you please, Johnny Bull, that our girls
Are crazy to marry your dukes and your earls;
But I've heard that the maids of your own little isle
Greet bachelor lords with a favoring smile.
Nay, titles, 'tis said in defense of our fair,
Are popular here because popular there;
And for them our ladies persistently go
Because 'tis exceedingly English, you know.
Whatever the motive, you'll have to confess
The effort's attended with easy success;
And-pardon the freedom-'tis thought, over here,
'Tis mortification you mask with a sneer.
It's all very well, sir, your scorn to parade
Of the high nasal twang of the Yankee maid,
But, ah, to my lord when he dares to propose
No sound is so sweet as that 'Yes' from the nose.
Our ladies, we grant, walk alone in the street
(Observe, by-the-by, on what delicate feet!)
'Tis a habit they got here at home, where they say
The men from politeness go seldom astray.
Ah, well, if the dukes and the earls and that lot
Can stand it (God succor them if they cannot!)
Your commoners ought to assent, I am sure,
And what they 're not called on to suffer, endure.
''Tis nothing but money?' 'Your nobles are bought?'
As to that, I submit, it is commonly thought
That England's a country not specially free
Of Croesi and (if you'll allow it) Croesae.
You've many a widow and many a girl
With money to purchase a duke or an earl.
'Tis a very remarkable thing, you'll agree,
When goods import buyers from over the sea.
Alas for the woman of Albion's isle!
She may simper; as well as she can she may smile;
She may wear pantalettes and an air of repose
But my lord of the future will talk through his nose.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Political Intelligence
Nobody said Apples for nearly a minute
I thought I should die.
Finally, though, the second sardine,
from the end, on the left,
converted a try.
(It brought down the house.
The noise was terrific.
I dropped my glass eye.)
Meanwhile Mr BaIdwin
managed to make himself heard.
He looked sad
but with characteristic aplomb said
keep calm there is no cause for alarm.
Two soldiers' crutches had sexual intercourse
on the spot with a little bit of fluff
from a lint bandage in the firing chamber
of a 12 inch gun.
People agreed not to notice.
The band played a little bit louder.
It was all very British.
poem by Arthur James Marshall Smith
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House Of Lords
The butler henry baker extinguishes the fires
Whilst sir fredrick harold robinson casually retires
Another day tomorrow cries alan crayon steel
All must be up early to have the morning meal
The maid comes with decanter and to the butler there
Said sir heres what you ordered ,
He said no one seems to care
It must be good to live in the house of lords
It must be good to live in the house of lords
The house is now in darkness before the coming day
But at five oclock that morning , the master passed away
The housemaid drew the curtains and the doctors watched the dawn
And the brother bendix sadly watched the gardener mow the lawn
It must be sad to live in the house of lords
It must be sad to live in the house of lords
Grandma mildred marshall was pouring out the tea
When she heard about the news of sir fredericks tragedy
The hall is now in sadness and everybody cried
On the banks of burntley river is where sir frederick lies
It must be sad to live in the house of lords
It must be sad to live in the house of lords
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Hilltops
Never did pain be a solution to the troubles ahead,
Pleasant news remained in existence for those with bread.
The bicycle was a decent invention, so bold and clever,
Not ever did the right of entry be attached to an achiever.
An abode was strict with lessons of excellence,
The same as goodness, the same as school and allegiance.
Then pride was to matter, even when it rained drops,
As this house of lords and ladies never meant hilltops.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The House of Lords is the British Outer Mongolia for retired politicians.
Here’s a Health to King Charles
Bring the bowl which you boast,
Fill it up to the brim;
’Tis to him we love most,
And to all who love him.
Brave gallants, stand up,
And avaunt ye, base carles!
Were there death in the cup,
Here’s a health to King Charles.
Though he wanders through dangers,
Unaided, unknown,
Dependent on strangers,
Estranged from his own;
Though ’tis under our breath,
Amidst forfeits and perils,
Here’s to honor and faith,
And a health to King Charles!
Let such honors abound
As the time can afford,
The knee on the ground,
And the hand on the sword;
But the time shall come round
When, ’mid Lords, Dukes, and Earls,
The loud trumpet shall sound,
Here’s a health to King Charles!
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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Disloyalty
Pull down the old hut, d’ye say, girls,
That H.R.H. shan’t see
The common place that used to do,
Years by, for your mother and me?
No!—not for a dozen Princes,
Nor lords nor dukes beside,
Will I pull down the poor old hut,
Where your mother lived and died.
Oh, I know that it’s old and crazy,
I know that it’s shabby and mean;
But it’s going to stand as it is, girls,
And I won’t erect a screen
To shut out the rambling shingle hut
From sight of this handsome place.
I should feel as is I had closed
The door in your mother’s face.
So if H.R.H. don’t like that hut
Himself and his lordly pack
May hump their blueys and go their way
Out on the wallaby track.
poem by Inez K Hyland
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F.M. Doll
Take my doll put on her pretty clothes
Now don't you soil her dress
Brush her hair, paint her lips like a rose
Cover up your mess
Strip baby strip 'cause your daddy is watching
Strip baby strip just for me
Strip baby strip show your mother knows nothing
Strip baby strip Just for me, oh
Someone say doctor is my friend
Bruising is his cause
Behind closing doors
Strip baby strip for the soul of your brother
Strip baby strip for his wife
Strip baby strip 'cause you know she's not willing
Strip baby strip by the knife, Yeah
I lost my doll, put on my pretty clothes
I wont soil my dress
I brush my hair, paint my lips like a rose
I cover up my mess
Strip baby strip for the soul of your mother
Strip baby strip for her life
Strip baby strip 'cause you know you're worth nothing
Strip baby strip by the knife
Strip baby strip 'cause your daddy is watching
Strip baby strip just for me
Strip baby strip 'cause you know you're worth nothing
Strip baby strip for me, oh yeah
song performed by by Queen Adreena
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Dukes Up
So you wonder how
Get em up, put em up
Get your dukes up now
Got no time no money, thats why
Get em up, put em up
Get your dukes up now
Soda fountain crowd
Button up, shut em up
Gettin fed up now
Got no time, no money, thats why
Get em up, put em up
Get your dukes up, now
song performed by by Modest Mouse
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The Lust For Power Is An Addiction
The lust for power is an addiction the Government their own praises do sing
And rubbish their main opposition as to Government they try to cling
The voters bombarded with propaganda right up until election day
The true fact of all politicians is they seldom do mean what they say
The winners take all of the glory and the winners they do celebrate
The prize it is great and worth lying for that's how they feel those who wish to rule the State
The lust for power is an addiction and not a harmless addiction 'twould seem
Without such power some people feel worthless and suffer of low self esteem
Some people become so power hungry that power to their egos is fuel
They feel it is their right to Govern that they have been born to rule
The Opposition as bad as the Government they too want power in the worst way
Any respect to their political opponents they have no desire for to pay
It is all about power and their egos power to them is the best thing of all
Their pride to them is all that matter though pride it can come before a fall.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Cha-cha Controversy
CHA-CHA CONTROVERSY
Melvin Banggollay
In the desire of those in power
In my own native land of wonder
People seems to be in danger
As the ambitious political leaders
Are making all means to cover
their curruptions with all power.
My land is crippled by controversy
from ZTE broad band anomaly,
Election frauds in the presidency,
human rights violations everyday,
Currupt political clans and hypocrisy,
Agricultural scams of the century
with joc joc bolante's mastery,
and Senate and congress rivalry
for the impeachment of the presidency
Where the congress seems to display
the power of numbers to dismay
the impeachment of Aroyo's glory
at the expense of the the sovereignty
of the people of this Filipino country.
Now they are deploying another power
with the congress magical number
To sustain the controversial term of power
of the president by amending the charter
of the constitution to a unicameral chamber
which would abolish the senate's power
to fiscalize the congressmen's fury
to enjoy their political machinery
in conspiring with the seat of the presidency
to serve the people or currupt the country.
Their greed for power, wealth and money
keep them so inspired to form conspiracy
even they had to lost their own dignity
as stewards of the people's sovereignty
as guardian's of a just and fair democracy
as trusted servant of the Filipino soceity
but sometimes the blame is not only
among the politicians of this country
but also among the many people of society
who voted them because of their money,
goons, political influences and machinery
and not on the basis of their honesty
and ability and skill to serve with dignity.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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If Power Alone Was the Ingredient
Is the power to be divisive,
Power given to provide one's own defeat?
Is the power to induce conflict misdirected?
Since this power driven,
Produces more of a madness.
Clear and complete.
If power alone was the ingredient,
To satisfy the masses as an instrument for peace.
Why does that power increase chaos?
And why is there little of that peace released?
If power alone was the ingredient,
To satisfy the masses as an instrument for peace!
Especially when no mention is made,
To a mixture fixed in spirituality...
With intent of purpose displayed to save!
If religiously applied,
By those who say...
They pray faithfully and obey!
And to 'who' and 'what'...
Generates a response to inflict those solutions,
To confuse with permission...
The ones listening who become impressed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The House of Lords, an illusion to which I have never been able to subscribe - responsibility without power, the prerogative of the eunuch throughout the ages.
quote by Tom Stoppard
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The Maypole
The May-pole is up,
Now give me the cup;
I'll drink to the garlands around it;
But first unto those
Whose hands did compose
The glory of flowers that crown'd it.
A health to my girls,
Whose husbands may earls
Or lords be, granting my wishes,
And when that ye wed
To the bridal bed,
Then multiply all, like to fishes.
poem by Robert Herrick
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Elephants & Flowers
Boy is lonely on a burning hot summer night
Hes looking 4 some action, hes looking 4 a fight
Hes looking 4 a saviour in a city full of fools
Maybe he just needs a good talker to give him a good talking 2.
Can we talk baby? strip down, strip down.
I think Im gonna fall in love tonight.
Elephants and flowers, hot sweaty light paints a picture red and gold
On a crowd of naked bodies stripped down to their very souls
How can he find a shy angel in a city so bold (so bold)
He cant even find a place 2 dance, this is rock and roll.
Strip down, strip down, elephants and flowers
Is everybody ready? here we go.
Love the one who is love, (love) the one who gives us the power, (power)
The one who made everything, (what? ) elephants and flowers (what will he do? )
The one who will listen when all others will not.
There will be peace 4 those who love God a lot.
Elephants and flowers. strip down. think Im gonna fall in love tonight.
When I do, there wont be no more (confusion)
There wont be no more (no tears)
There wont be no more enemies, so that eliminates all the fear
And there wont be no sorrow, (sorrow)
There wont be no pain, (no pain)
There wont be no ball and no chain
Strip down, strip down. elephants and flowers.
Boy is lonely on a burning hot summer night
Hes looking 4 an angel to hold him til the morning light
Here we go.
Love the one who is love, (well) the one who gives us the power, (power)
The one who made everything, (everything) elephants and flowers (oh, yeah)
The one who will listen when all others will not. (all others will not)
There will be peace 4 those who love God a lot.
Here we go.
Love the one who is love, (love) the one who gives us the power, (power)
The one who made everything, (what? ) elephants and flowers (what will he do? )
The one who will listen when all others will not.
There will be peace 4 those who love God a lot.
song performed by by Prince
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Pride is Power
Is pride power?
Think of that woman
Smugly ensconced on her
Backrest.
She would prefer to give
Of her wealth
Than beg for anything.
She is proud
And exerts power
Over her beneficiaries.
Think too about that
Beautiful girl
Who shakes her bottoms
This way and that
On the road;
She woos boys
But does not show it.
She is proud
And exercises power
Over her lovers.
Or is it the politician
Who preaches prosperity
At the political rally
Where voters assemble
After favors received.
He is proud
And exercises power over the electorate.
poem by Samuel Nze
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The Clock Tower Of Bahraich
In the middle of the city,
There is a tall and lovely tower,
It has become our dignity,
Which would be sign of British power,
It's stood for a century and to witness,
The changing moods of the town,
Sometimes becomes political greatness,
And sometimes emerges with religious crown.
poem by Mohammad Muzzammil
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Do You Want To Play House
Call me ready, call me ready or not
And Ill say yeah! yeah! yeah!
Give it all I got
Call me in the morning, when Im half asleep
Rivers runnin high on the mountain deep
Call me deadly, call me deadly serious
And Ill say yeah! yeah! yeah!
I couldnt care enough
Call me when you want to control the vice
Ill defend your honor when you roll the dice
Do you want to play house,do you want to play house
Playin in the house of love?
Do you want to play house,do you want to play house
Playin in the house,playin in the house of love
Call me over, call me over the top
And Ill say yeah! yeah! yeah!
Never wanna stop
Call me on hire when youre in your shell
Wanna be your fire, wanna ring your bell
Do you wanna play house, do you wanna play house
Playin in the house of love
Do you wanna play house, do you wanna play house,
Playin in the house, playin in the house of love?
Call me never, call me never say die
And Ill say yeah! yeah! yeah!
Take me alive
Call me undercover when you bake your bread
Wanna be your lover, wanna make your bed
Do you waana play house..........
(rankin, agnew)
Bob n weave music (dunfermline)
Copyright 1992 nazareth (dunfermline) ltd.
song performed by by Nazareth
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