Best Margaret Thatcher Poems
Robin Hood, man in tights
Julius Caesar, might makes right
Alexander, called "the Great"
Sitting Bull, righteous hate
Robert the Bruce, Attila the Hun
Charlemagne, Napoleon
Hear the call of the alpha male!
Warriors leave a bloody trail.
George Washington, man on the spot
JFK and Camelot
Thomas Jefferson, renaissance man
Abe Lincoln took a stand
Ronald Reagan, Richard III
Henry VIII, Harry Byrd
Hear the call of the alpha male!
In politics it's all for sale.
Hemingway, Shakespeare, Kant, and Plato
Chaucer, Shelley, Cicero, Cato
Voltaire, Dickens, Rene Descartes
Byron, Lawrence, Jean-Paul Sartre
Hear the call of the alpha male!
Some prefer to write the tale.
Wolfgang Mozart, dead so young
Leonard Bernstein's song is sung
Picasso, art you love to hate
Ludwig Beethoven, voice of Fate
Bach, Lennon, and Shostakovich
Monet, Manet, Buddy Rich
Hear the call of the alpha male!
Art and music fill some sails.
Joe Montana, football star
Michael Jordan raised the bar
Wayne Gretzsky, Hall of Fame
Jesse Owens changed the game
Rockne, Ruth, Gehrig, Orr
Chamberlain, Beckham, Man O' War
Hear the call of the alpha male!
Athletic prowess up for sale.
Tyrone Power, Harrison Ford
John Glenn, Sir Thomas More
Edmund Hillary, John Donne
Albert Einstein, Brigham Young
James Dean, Alvin York
Margaret Thatcher, Robert Bork
Audie Murphy, Mohandas Gandhi
Chris Columbus, Walter Ralegh
Hear the call of the alpha male!
Now it's time to end this tale.
Woe to she who hears his cry,
Destined, like as not, to die;
For alpha males blaze bright and sweet,
But she-moths burn inside their heat.
Categories:
margaret thatcher, funny, hero, humorous, men,
Form:
Light Verse
Invisible ladies! You see them ev’rywhere,
In sensible raincoats and Margaret Thatcher hair.
Standing at bus-stops, watching the bus go by:
Waiting at crossings,
Letting the traffic splatter mud in their eyes …
Invisible ladies, all in their “middle years”.
Invisible ladies:
No hopes, but so many fears …
SO polite! So ladylike!
Just don’t mind us, don’t make a fuss … Wouldn’t be right …
But deep inside, there’s such a rage …
You’ll catch it too, this vanishing plague
Called MIDDLE AGE!
Invisible ladies … shopping bags all akimbo:
Moving like zombies, each in her private limbo.
Pushing a trolley at ASDA or Sainsbury:
Examining prices,
Searching for bargains – ever more desp’rately …
Invisible ladies, choosing the longest queue …
The one with the baby:
Babies, they’re visible to …
SO polite! So ladylike!
Just don’t mind us, don’t make a fuss … Wouldn’t be right …
But deep inside, there’s such a rage …
You’ll catch it too, this vanishing plague
Called MIDDLE AGE!
Invisible ladies! When somebody barges by,
Instead of complaining, they always apologise!
They oughta get angry, and maybe get pushy too:
Say, “HEY! Look AT me!
See, I’m a PERSON, really very like you!”
Invisible ladies, everyone knows one …
They live in our houses …
You probably call yours “MUM!”
(This is an anthem for all fifty-somethings - Chaps too!)
Categories:
margaret thatcher, funny, people, song-lyric
Form:
Verse
Politician Margaret Thatcher
No man could match her
First lady Prime Minister at number ten
It had always been a man till then!
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She was nicknamed 'the Iron lady' during her term in office
1/23/19
Categories:
margaret thatcher, humorous, political, power, woman,
Form:
Clerihew
GOOD LITTLE GIRLS
DO AS THEY'RE TOLD
OBEY ALL THE LAWS
UNTIL THEY GROW OLD
BAD LITTLE GIRLS
DO AS THEY PLEASE
LET DOWN THEIR HAIR
AND RUN WITH THE BREEZE
THERE IS A DIFFERENCE
BETWEEN RIGHT AND WRONG
SO PAY ATTENTION
AS WE MOVE ALONG
GOOD LITTLE GIRLS
HAVE MADE SOME REALLY BAD CHOICES
WHEN THEY LISTEN TO ALL
THE POLITICAL VOICES
BAD LITTLE GIRLS
HAVE MADE REALLY GOOD CHOICES
THEY THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX
AND NOT ALL THE VOICES
THE NEW WORLD ORDER
WOULD HAVE YOU BELIEVE
NOTHING IS GOOD
UNLESS IT'S THEY WHO CONCEIVE
MARGARET THATCHER
WAS A BAD LITTLE GIRL
SHE THEN WENT ON
TO SHAKE THE WORLD
I REALLY DO LIKE
BAD LITTLE GIRLS
IT'S A JOY TO KNOW
THEY'RE ALL OVER THE WORLD
Categories:
margaret thatcher, character, confidence, hero, history,
Form:
Rhyme
My childhood memories of the 1970s in England
Flared trousers
Platform shoes
Long hair, sideburns, beards
Abba and beautiful Agnetha
Raleigh Chopper
The Exorcist
Open shirts
Lava lamps
John Travolta and Olivia Newton John
Starsky and Hutch and Charlie’s Angels
Star Wars
Decimal currency
Three piece suits, long collared blouses
Hendrix, Callas, Elvis and Bolan die
Carry on films with Sid James
Brut and Hai Karate
David and Angie Bowie
Margaret Thatcher
Workers strikes
Jack Horne for Nette's TwentyNet contest
Categories:
margaret thatcher, nostalgia
Form:
Verse
Margaret Thatcher died
And so did Mouseketeer Annette.
Just one of them is somebody
I never could forget.
For she was part of childhood,
In my home, just like a friend,
Until she disappeared
When Mickey Mouse Club had to end.
Her movies didn’t thrill me;
Seems like boys liked them the best,
Which made me wish that someday
I’d have something like her chest.
I never did; yet she remains
A vision from my youth,
A Mouseketeer forever
(Not my favorite one, in truth).
So Thatcher’s long obituary
Wasn’t one I read.
Annette’s, which brought me to my past,
Was what I read instead.
Categories:
margaret thatcher, death, people,
Form:
Rhyme
The Demise of MT
Margaret Thatcher is dead
But her legacy lives on.
She went to world against
The working classes
And won
She was a visionary of evil
And her message of hate
Prevails.
A strong leader
An elected dictator never
Seen before.
One hope the likes of her
Will never reappear.
Categories:
margaret thatcher, political,
Form:
Blank verse
“Margaret Thatcher you ain’t!”
“You ain’t old Reagan in paint!”
slinging mud
with a thud
terrible taunts tossed to taint
Categories:
margaret thatcher, nonsense, political,
Form:
Limerick
I saw the top twirl
As he whispered over again to the crowd,
“You must be the change you wish to see in the world”
I breathed in his air as he did the same to me.
I could feel his presence,
His pressure
And yet he had no name.
He was homeless, he was free.
His speech ran through my bones
As he injected me with,
“Where do we belong in this world?
What are our hopes and dreams?
Are we glad to be alive?
Have we seen this world?
Have we explored it inside and out?
Have we discovered something we know nothing about?
Have we made a difference?
Have we made a change?
See this world spins around like this top in my hand
And I am surrounded by hims and hers.
The lights that make this world glow,
brightens our knowledge
And decides what we know.
This world is made up of scientists poets and theorists,
Writers, musicians,
Engineers and lyricists.
That is not a dream,
This is a part of reality.
The King had a dream, he wrote his own speech.
And Mrs. Parks was a black women and didn’t move from her seat.
Margaret Thatcher First woman Prime Minister in Britain.
Obama First black Leader in U.S.A.
They all made the change that effects us today.
But is it enough?
Like this top that twirls,
“You must be the change you wish to see in the world”
Take in this pressure,
It’s the world you’re after.
The decisions,
The chances you take,
Makes you…
Or causes disaster.
Like a hurricane or a typhoon
Maybe a tornado or a monsoon.
Punishment is natural and the effects are crucial
But what can you do to contribute to
To change…
The child that cries at night with no mother.
The prostitute that runs the street with every other brother.
The girls.. Date Rape.
The homosexual beat on because he’s not straight.
HIV and sexually transmitted diseases.
Things happening because of our reasons.
We blame it on each other and who’s pointing at me
We put the blame on everyone else except the person we see.
So this world is just like this top the twirls
“You must be the change you wish to see in the world”.
As I walked off I recaptured my thoughts
And loosened my brain.
I felt a change go through my mind
And my body was sore
I knew I must be the change I wish to see in the world.
Categories:
margaret thatcher, warworld, change,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Politics, sport and religion, I refused in public to debate
But now that I am Late
I never rated Mohammed Ali as the greatest pugalist
Admittingly he could swing a good fist
Margaret Thatcher as British Prime Minister in my soul still leaves a burning
As she said more than once, the lady’s not for turning
To even comment on black, white, muslim, Hindu or any race or creed
Would put me standing in the shoes of the racialist indeed
So now that you have all read the things I wanted to say when I was in the room
Do one thing out of respect for me and get your muddy boots off my tomb
Categories:
margaret thatcher, absence,
Form:
Epitaph
Before
Before the world was made from space
Before the creation of the human race
Before the planting of the very first seed
There was the emotion of Love and the concept of need
Before the Good Lord made Adam and Eve dance
Before Cupid invented the idea of romance
Before politicians decided the position of their stance
There was little to divide us, it was left up to chance
Before the decisions were made to Govern,
Before Hansel and Gretel were put in the oven
Before the dinosaurs roamed the Earth
Before Mary herself gave the first Virgin Birth
Before Socrates spoke to his very first student
Before any activism or poitival movement
Before the first winter froze the very first trees
Before Romeo lost Juliette and was bought to his knees
Before Mozart composed his very first song
Before the concept of right and wrong
Before the notion of monetary exchange
Before the first book turned its very first page
Before the great Wisdoms that came from the sky
Before the grand visions in Leonardo Davinci’s genius eyes
Before the incisions by the very first surgeons
Before the decisions were decided as urgent
Before the great rulers like Caesar, Khan and Cleopatra
Before the great politicians like Barak Obama and Margaret Thatcher
Before Ludwig Van Beethoven’s very first composition
Before the first cancer patient was put in remission
Before they invented the human genome
Before ET got to eventually phone home
Before man walked on the surface of the moon
Before Frank Sinatra sung a moment too soon
Before the Human Rights Council was developed in The Hague
Before mankind developed courage or could recognize the brave
Before Nicola Tesla invented electricity
Before Elon Musk developed this concept for free
Before the woke generation ran away with the social narrative
Before feminist theory lost part of its prerogative
Before society became synonymous with technology
Before youthful ambition was lost to cynical ideology
Before Mohammed Ali put on his first boxing gloves
Before we all agreed that something undefined comes from above
Before the Noah sailed his arc and sent his peaceful dove
Before it was all invented, this world evolved from the essence of Love
The End
Copywrite Elizabeth Moroz 2023
Categories:
margaret thatcher, 12th grade, appreciation, art,
Form:
Rhyme
Margaret Thatcher
thought no one could match her.
Her hair was laquered, never a mess;
she bought her knickers from M&S.
She did as she wanted to do -
and love her or hate her it's true -
she thought she was right,
ignoring the plight
of millions in the dole queue.
The poll tax was a big mistake;
her name was hated in its wake.
Replaced by Major, 'No,' she cried.
Some even partied when she died.
Categories:
margaret thatcher, political,
Form:
Clerihew
I want to jump through my skin
from the pages of print and have intercourse with you
my mind is off on an even keel
the unfolding of hands
at the diner at noon the slippery spoon
you want to impeach Trump but then who is left
a life of no regrets
Margaret Thatcher and the spinning wheel
beggars with no big deal
the thousand loosened horse men in the street
only the phantom should preach
to neck behind the microphone
the naked zombie & the telephone
alone with hands searching for its *****
art has changed the notion of thought
a zombie soul can't ever be bought
with hands to hold upon the nucleus
The phamtom is living under my bed
it comes to me in a dream at night to fright
picks up my soul and carries it across the room
draws strength from the conclaves of darkness
with a pitchfork in hand eager to understand
the remedy of suspicion
a soul in derision
Categories:
margaret thatcher, anxiety, art,
Form:
Free verse
Did Discover That Trump Is Diabolic
We did discover Trump was diabolic;
Symbolic of problem that is Systolic;
Does need some stroll,
Through weight control;
Way above head becoming psychotic.
Jim Horn
Fear What We Hear from Trump
What we hear from Trump always fear;
Never can make things perfectly clear;
Pay ransom,
For enthusiasm;
Give a kick in the rear then disappear.
Jim Horn
Facts that you may have forgot,
Even if cold or some times hot;
Not sure,
Of cure;
So go ahead and give it a shot.
Wife called me a great back scratcher;
Yogi Berra had been a great catcher;
Need prime minister like Margaret Thatcher;
In rye they needed a catcher and thrasher;
Who was the best party crasher?
How many ever had a good smasher;
On did you learn to be latcher;
Of tires can possibly become a patcher;
On Saturday Night Live ever saw a Trump enactor;
Made people mad who became a hater;
Like Patriots many records shatter.
Be tight end who knows which way to scatter.
Have you ever heard feet go pitter pater.
Can you think of any or many or not any at all?
Jim Horn
Categories:
margaret thatcher, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
See Saw, Margery Daw,
Marguerite - a pearl of a name…
stateswoman, socialite, singer?
No, a servant, soldier, and spy.
Could she be a latent
Margaret Thatcher?
No she's clearly a servant,
a nurse to prisoners of war.
Margarita, clearly a picture,
which brings to mind a debutante?
No, she's clearly a "soldier"
a POW herself soon enough.
Marguerite/a Musical,
does she dream of singing?
No, she's clearly a spy; In 1946
she received the Medal of Freedom.
She was the subject of the movie,
The Great Raid in 2005;
and she shared her story
in an autobiography - Miss U.
See Saw, Margery Daw,
Meet Margaret Utinsky
a pearl in Manila, World War 2
a Pearl of the Orient.
Categories:
margaret thatcher, 11th grade, books, war,
Form:
Free verse