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Jez and the New Jerusalem

Maybot Jumps Ship

Parrot Peers at Democracy

Michael Heseltine for Prime Minister – and Leader of the Opposition at the same time – https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2018/dec/08/britains-youth-will-never-forgive-us-for-brexit-says-lord-heseltine… Continue reading Parrot Peers at Democracy

The Bird of Paradise Danced Last Night

The poet John Skelton lived in the reign of Henry 8th. He apparently wrote his satirical poem “Speak, Parrot” in the precincts of Westminster, from the sanctuary still precariously available in the minster there. In the poem, Galathea is a lady in

The Parrot, the Cage and the Pulpit

The tower pictured above is of the Tyndale Monument. This is situated north of Bristol, on the Cotswolds escarpment, above the village of North Nibley. The tower was built in Victorian times, for it was only then that people realised the extent of Tyndale’s influence over, and contribution… Continue reading The Parrot, the Cage and the Pulpit

Parrot Writes a Letter

The Soaring Bird

 

The soaring bird did ok last night. It soared all round the Clifton branch of Waterstones. So did the name of the late Pat Boyden, to whom the book is dedicated. Even Maybot and the American Minotaur made an appearance, since this is the… Continue reading The Soaring Bird

Parrot on the People’s March

The people marching in London today were without a prime minister, or a leader of the opposition, or for that matter an effective political party to represent their interests. With jumped up fantasists from the bottom league running this nation, the people out on the streets… Continue reading Parrot on the People's March

Parrot Finds Honour Lying Forgotten Among Our Ruins…

… and knows that honour must be the foundation of any future we might have.

The Background :

This latest little poem records actual events and an eloquent speech in the UK’s House of Commons in the Spring of 2015.

For… Continue reading Parrot Finds Honour Lying Forgotten Among Our Ruins...

Parrot’s Cage

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