Best Churchill Poems
Outrider early morn,
When training hours are borne,
They are the needed arm,
Sun, cold, wind, rain or storm,
Outrider in the sun,
Whose work is never done,
Where horses on the run,
Keep bettors having fun,
Outrider in the cold,
Ones with hearts so bold,
Their stories often told,
Of skillful ways they rode,
Outrider in the rain,
Sha'n't wait the weather wane,
Is there to help again,
When loose ones run insane,
Outrider in the wind,
An utmost needed friend,
May everywhere they wend,
Such godspeed be with them,
Outrider in the night,
No fear, no fame, less light,
Night racing at its height,
Make safe the riders plight,
Outrider by and by,
Whether wet or weather dry,
They heed the riders cry,
They're the best, we can't deny,
Many "Thanks" we horsemen reply.
Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill
Never paid his overdue bill
His amazing memory no one could fight
Because a Shakespeare play he could recite
Entry for contest of Andrea Dietrich
A Clerihew
In the foggy isle of Britannia, many men have sought
Out fortune and fame.
But one man's legacy remains, as steadfast as the walls
Of parliament, a single voice echos, thunders across historical
Reference, and it's meaning sound is crystal clear, We shall
Never surrender, it has become this man's epitaph,
Behold the Prime Minster, Winston Churchill.
A stout figure head of reason, during a time
Of global madness, lighting the fuse of justice,
On an international stage.
Awakening the old sleeping lions fury, it's roars sounding,
Crashed as a tidal wave, against the walls of ignorance’s
Injustice.
The British cannon's announced their coming, these
Fighters champion for freedom, and liberty, we will
Fight them by land or sea, and emerge victorious,
This elder gentleman so did speak.
Harken young soldiers of the brave heart, our time is at hand,
Shall we not shake the fists of anger's vengeance at them.
For those whom hide beneath a blood stained flag,
A symbolic sign of purity, behold a nation's lie is exposed.
A stout figure head of reason, during a time
Of global madness, lighting the fuse of justice,
On an international stage.
Awakening the old sleeping lions fury, it's roars sounding,
Crashed as a tidal wave, against the walls of ignorance’s
Injustice.
The British cannon's announced their coming, these
Fighters champions for freedom, and liberty, we will
Fight them by land or sea, and emerge victorious,
This elder gentleman so did speak.
Harken young soldiers of the brave heart, our time is at hand,
Shall we not shake the fists of anger's vengeance at them,
Those hiding beneath a blood stained flag symbol of purity.
Hell's storm broke lose upon the distant land,
It's dark shroud blanket, relieved cruelties ugly offenses
Against humanity.
Did thus the world mourn their lost kindred, and the lion
Fell asleep once more, after shaking it's golden main free from,
The feathers of war.
In the annals of history, an old man sits beside a large lion,
Petting him until it rests at calms ease, lighting up a cigar,
Winston Churchill’s vision will not completely fade away,
For his words ring eternal, we shall never surrender.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Winston
Politician, Leader, Orator, Prisoner of War
Son of Lord Randolph and Jennie, husband of Clementine, father of five
Lover of cuban cigars, trenchcoats, and hats
Who feels love, compassion and righteous anger
Who fears defeat, failure, and Adolf Hitler's victory
Who would love to see the end of WWII, Hitler's downfall, and World Peace
Resident of Chartwell in Kent, South East London, England
Churchill
Writing Challenge 2 - Bio Form- January 2019 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart aka "Broken Wings" (Winner: 2nd Place)
Date written and posted: 01/28/2019
Sir Winston Churchill
His wit and charm lives on still
Whiskey always touched his lips
For every morning he took a sip
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5-29-15
Born in 1874 Sir Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill
Nicknamed Winnie, with a Bulldog spirit ~ resembled my Bulldog Bill
In thinking time sat on his ‘Throne’, Lord Privy Seal rang Winston’s phone
Yelling his retort said, ‘Tell him I can only deal ~ with one s*** at a time’
22nd January 2019
Contest: Educate Me with Humour - Leader Clerihew
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
4th place
Sir Winston Churchill was a British writer, military leader and statesman. Twice named prime minister of the United Kingdom, he was known for his bulldog spirit and his rousing rhetoric; he also won the Nobel Peace Prize for Literature in 1953. Churchill became the first civilian in the 20th century to be given a state funeral, which is normally reserved for kings and queens only. For three days and three nights, Churchill lay in state in 900-year-old Westminster Hall as more than 300,000 mourners filed past the casket, hewn from English oaks taken from his family estate. Such was the country’s admiration for Churchill that Queen Elizabeth II broke with monarchical tradition to attend a funeral for someone outside of the royal family. Even more unusual, the queen gave precedence to one of her subjects and arrived at the cathedral before the former prime minister’s casket.
17th November 2020
Contest Name QUAT-RO your four line Contest
Sponsor Brian Strand
N/A
Churchill's appeal reflects a unique parentage
combining American and British heritage.
Winston Churchill, diplomat, lived with criticism,
Britain’s unstoppable prime minister showed
bulldog tenacity coupled with optimism.
His determination was revolutionary
His optimism looked beyond the problem.
Surrender was not in this man's vocabulary.
In his words, indecision leads to mayhem.
Arrogance accounts not for the hand of God.
Avoidance weakens a man's spirit.
Architect of victory in war we applaud.
"We make a living by what we get,” his quote
(but) we make a life by what we give." he wrote.
In parliaments of war and glory
You moved in ways marking life's truth,
To seal a vow of destined mission
Guiding your path…a brazen, uplifting voice
Sparked by this incessant passion which ignited
A nation besieged by roars of combat.
For you came providently into a world
Ripped by shadows of battleground's unrest;
As the taste for liberty against a Fuehrer's tyranny
Sought brave callings to round the fire,
To wrestle, capture, and break this nemesis…until
A gathering of storm strode along
Barriers of Dunkirk's dilemma, unity among
Friendly nations, and decades of unequaled integrity--
Oh, such ultimate victory hailing mankind's spirit !
In modern times' need for a righteous governance,
Society whispers your name... another comeback, yet
After long moons of patriotism, of unflagging devotion,
Heaven’s stars called your name…
Finally, resting among divine kings.
Tribute Verse Contest of Brian Strand
Sir Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill
a Prime Minister with many a skill.
Though his ideals by some were not favoured,
his victories by many were savoured.
Churchill admired for his sharp wit,
a smoker, drinker, far from fit!
his stoop, his walk, his walking stick,
World doubted if his campaign would click?
he had vision, great leader must,
with which reduced Hitler to dust,
when cornered in a losing war,
he fought back and emerged a star!
despised though for his attitude,
was saved by wit often when rude,
“I would give poison, if your wife”
“I would drink it!” was his reply.
9th Place Premier contest
Clerihew poetry contest
Written 30/12/2020
Regina McIntosh sponsored
THE LION IN THE WINTER
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May, nineteen-forty~
France bleeds out,
a crimson tide.
jackboots goose-step across Europe,
a continent silenced
gagged by swastikas.
They thought him broken~
the old lion, his mane frosted,
a relic of an empire,
a voice too gravelly,
a toothless roar,
too old.
September bleeds
into a desperate autumn.
He sees the maps,
the relentless gray advance~
the English channel
a fragile moat against the tide
of Reitstiefel und Hakenkreuze.
He stands,
a lion in the winter,
and roars:
“We shall fight on the beaches,
we shall fight on the landing grounds,
we shall fight in the fields and in the streets,
we shall fight in the hills;
we shall never surrender.
His words, like granite,
hang in the air,
thick with battlefield smoke
and hope~
hurled against the storm,
a lifeline thrown to a teetering nation.
The island stands,
Churchill’s darkest hour,
forged into a beacon.
Reitstiefel und Hakenkreuze. (army boots and swastikas)
WINSTON CHURCHILL
A Commoner and not a lord,
He spent his life,
And round his bedside,
Stood only his children, and his wife.
His stroke was fatal,
At 8 am on the 24th day
Of January in the year 1965,
God paved his way.
A genius, an orator,
A husband loving and so mild,
A man who swayed the masses,
In fact “History’s Child”.
We did fight on the beaches. We with our allies
won the war.
We fought for democracy, for peace forevermore.
Churchill held a nation in his palm and swore we’d
never surrender.
But that was not peace time that was war and his
grit and guile we will always remember.
They’ve called on characteristics of that time,
stealing thoughts from great minds bent on defending
nations. This insults the memory of those who died
fighting for peace amongst all nations.
We, this nation lost so many lives defending democracy
and freedom.
A government that not only tells us lies now thinks to
defy the law of our great nation.
Democracy was so hard earned, fascism was turned
away from the shores of this nation.
For the memory of all those lives who died we must
hold democracy and freedom in our hearts and minds
and never extinguish the fires of these burning lights.
Burning lights that gave all colours and cultures salvation
in this our truly great British nation.
Grand Citations of The Still Sober
In Neared Radios of Fresh October
And one had in mind a Graham Greene
But - Lo! - Some Newly Discovered Being:
“Greene had a bit got sensational,
His rejection not intentional.
Next, Some Writer with Proverbial Gun
But-Sorry-Rubber Bullets of Fun
A Gordimer Admirer piteous
But to Nobel “Pharisee-Righteous”
And therefore, should not cross The Gate
At its Precincts continue to wait…
A Rock Musician surprised by it:
He hadn’t realized The Candle lit:
Said to have delayed Letter of Thanks,
Afraid of Enemies’ Armored Tanks!
But his had been Years of Passion
What he did poetically fashion.
Churchill for “Speeches that fought Hitler”
How dare you hold such effort littler?
Pleasantest Surprise: Albert Camus?
With Dagger-Point Sentences he slew;
Calculate it: at just Forty Four
Clarity had him pushed to The Fore…
Nobel Prizes don’t aim to surprise
But might keep coming as A Surprise!
Liquored up, Churchill liked to converse.
Talking politics, Winston would curse:
“All democracy’s trash!
We don’t act: we rehash.
But the other ‘arrangements' are worse."