Best Prime Minister Poems
If I were Prime Minister
The air would be pure
Greenery would dominate
And nobody would be poor
Health would be a priority & Malta would flourish
Our land fully nourished
The Sandy beaches will light up across the Island
When the Moonlight hovers over its warm golden sands
We'll hear the sound of horses' hooves & that of a drum From Musical bands we''ll listen to the people hum
Couples will walk by hand in hand
Tourism will increase
Year after year
People flocking to visit to enjoy the Summer days & nights
In our beautiful Malta, our paradise
We'll hear the clinking of glasses
As People Celebrate life
All races welcome here
Girl or boy
Malta will be safe, there'd be nothing to fear
Criminals will be sent far far away
And we will live happily every single day!
Copyright@BrigittePace2019
Prime Minister of Canada, Justin Trudeau,
was born on Christmas night, I think under a star;
and became the 23rd Prime Minister of Canada,
and leader of the Liberal party;
son of former Prime Minister, Pierre Elliot Trudeau.
Justin is a kind, polite, fun loving man,
he was a snowboarding instructor, night club bouncer;
was a teacher, a boxer when younger,
and legalized marijuana in Canada to shut down illegal sales;
he wrote his memoir in 2014, a bit early Justin.
As Prime Minister, he apologized on behalf of Canada,
to the Indigenous People for wrong doings through history;
and also to other communities for transgressions of the past,
he has no fear to stand up to the USA President, any leader;
during his election campaign he always remained the gentleman.
Some, may find him too passive- I see his inner strength,
he is a wonderful representative for Canada;
with his movie star good looks, easy smile and laugh,
I love his upbeat personality and positive attitude;
and I am proud to call him my leader, my Prime Minister.
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February 5, 2020
Poetry/Ode/To Prime Minister Justin Trudeau
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1223-268-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Ode To A President, or Politician or Leader,
Past or Present, sponsor, Sheri Fresonke Harper
Fourth Place
John Howard,
No GST ever, if you vote me for Prime Minister
Remove tax from petrol
Change the word tax to levy and increase the levy to 48%
John Faye,
The average Australian should not be able
To afford a car or a house
John Howard,
Child overboard
Oh no, my advisers got it wrong
But it got Little Johnny voted back in
Just so he could outsource
The Australian job market
Make the Rich, filthy Rich
Remove middle class
And the Poor, become Poorer
Kevin 07
Apologizes to Australia's Indigenous peoples
Build a town for asylum seekers
Leads the revolution on education
Dives in, too fast, when insulating
Australians against the cold
Lets his soft heart over-rule
His heads when it comes to rules for refugees
Julia
Carbon tax here I come
After taxing the mega rich so they charge
Australians more for their products
Lady PM found the stolen generation
And made it a new business
While killing Liberal’s Work Choices
Julia is no Celebrant, Wayne Swan is no witness
But the government recognizes gays as
People with partners and taxes them accordingly
Julia will not preside over anyone’s wedding vows
She leaves that to the church
And lets the Pope interpret the Bible
To recognize same-sex marriages
Kevin Election
Abolish carbon tax
Palm off asylum seekers
Tony for PM
Ladies
Bare foot in the kitchen
All businesses are
Franchises or Chain Shops
Scrap family-owned business
Enforce all Little Johnnies policies
And make the Rich, Mega-rich
Confused?
Well don’t be
Let’s revert to
The mate system
Where mates look after mates
You can afford to go the pub for a beer
The electricity and gas bill is lower than the
IQ of a Politician
You can afford a new car every 2 years
Your house mortgage is paid off
Me Mate, The Prime Minister
Vote for Gordy
He’s unemployed and needs a job
*****knows what he’ll do
Hell knows how he’ll do it
But I guarantee we will all
Have one hell of a party doing it
Bare foot in the kitchen or wherever
It will be memorable
Time to vote
Time to party
Give Gordon Andrews your Vote
Me Mate, The Prime Minister
(c)2013 Gordon Andrews
Shri Lal Bahdur Shasthri,
Not only one time Prime Minister of India,
But also a PM since his birth,
PM,poor man,I mean!
Maggie Thatcher, Iron Maiden,
Tory PM, Kinnock hater,*
Left the country problem laden,
Voted in, she turned dictator.
*Neil Kinnock: Leader of the Opposition at the time
"We make a living by what we get,
we make a life by what we give."
Winston Churchill
aristocratic
leader destined for greatness
supercilious
Nobel prize winner
war correspondant
soldier
Britain's inexorable prime minister
diplomat par excellence
with bulldog tenacity
optimist
Winston
Churchill
Stammering Keir Starmer....
This Keir Starmer,
He's a Grandma harmer,
Not a ganja farmer.
He's a Bit of a dahmer,
Here in Britain,
Nothings calmer,
Like this Man,
Is a body embalmer.
Where's his charm-a,
A political armor,
In the House of Commons,
He’s a drama armer.
Policies not tighter,
A non-future igniter,
In the UK scene,
He’s a headline writer.
In this war though,
He's No kind of fighter.
His future's dark,
Though he promises brighter.
See,
Keir stammers so much,
He cant hold a damn lighter!
I bet you as well,
He's a cock 'n' ball biter.
Once hes been in your sheets,
They'll never again be whiter!
Spot the difference,
between him and a flying pig,
'F' is what you're looking for,
though lying ain't big.
Stammering Sir Starmer,
now he wears a minister's wig,
Hell Bent and broken,
he'll snap like a twig.
He can't handle his station,
like a dog can't a fig,
It's a toxication,
of our nation,
getting too big.
Causing damnation,
as he takes the public down,
With his damn inflation,
he's the unwanted,
Talk of the town.
Promises made,
but they're all just smoke,
In the halls of power,
He's a cruel joke.
Bent truths and twisted lies,
he's playing the game,
But the people see through,
they know his name!
All payments to past Prime Ministers shall stop
The Prime Minister, all Ministers, Politicians, Political Aids or Backbenchers whilst in their representative positions shall conduct themselves like Australian Ambassadors twenty four hours a day, seven days a week
The Prime Minister, all Ministers, Politicians, Political Aids or Backbenchers who are found guilty by a Judge of breaking the law, or found to be lying whilst acting like Australian Ambassadors shall resign
No Ministers, Politicians, Political Aids or backbenchers shall receive an income for a position they are no longer employed in
The Prime Minister, all Ministers, Politicians, Political Aids or Backbenches shall be taxed in accordance to MMTPM-003-Financial Policy
The Prime Minister, all Ministers, Politicians, Political Aids or Backbenches shall not be entitled to claim Luxury or Fringe Benefit Tax against the position they hold
Any political party that indicates it is an Australian party shall consist of first generation Australians or over
Any person nominated to be Prime Minister has to be at least second generation Australian or over
One vote for one person, no coalition or preferences are allowed to gain votes. No vote is transferable
One vote for Give Aussies A Go Party means that vote can only be used by Give Aussies A Go Party. In other words, first past the post wins
Electoral division may only be changed by vote. Voters must live in that division. Simple investment in that division is not sufficient qualification to vote.
Political members or any representative of any electoral division must be a resident in that division for minimum of ten years
Let the people vote for our leader
show Liz Truss we do not need her
a position of power growing weaker
can you dream if you’re not a believer
What if the people have lost confidence
and don’t want the Tories dictating events
we don’t want leaders who lack any sense
everyone now has to watch every pence
Tax breaks for the wealthy who wouldn’t notice more
that makes you self serving with not a care for the poor
serving more instability making us insecure
out of touch with a public who want to show you the door
It’s the Bank of England against political fakes
taking power for granted not realising the stakes
since the first day in power you’ve been making mistakes
we’ve got a Prime Minister that everyone of us hates
Killing dreams
Killing Queens
mad as it seems
Get out we screams
From Winston:
“When youth departs
—may wisdom prove enough”
To Winston:
“When spirit falters
—all will to then prevail”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
President Not Prime Minister
Can thin spaces be created by a Priest?
Closer to God and not distance increased
And about certain things I must be blunt
Trying to decide what I need and want.
How much longer must I have to wait
For standup comedienne to be candidate
Which I really already have actually heard
By them always have to be re-assured.
Will come back later and finish poem.
Am running out of battery.
Jim Horn
He was a charming gentleman and a much liked Prime Minister,
But suddenly insults hurled by the score, some hurtful, some sinister,
Wow, public's choice looks like mickey mouse,
Should be polished, talk well, not slouch,
Burnham watch out, politicians can read you well within global perimeters.
You talk a lot Andy, say things people want to hear,
It upsets me when I hear slogans that merely smear,
Starmer’s ego, hurt with each jeer,
And Mrs Starmer who shed a tear,
Don’t be too smug, many in 10 downing, want your cheer.
Joseph was sold from a pit by his brothers
To heathen traders of merchandise and spices;
Whilst traveling from Jordan to Egypt—
For Joseph a terrifying crisis.
When they reached Egypt,
He was sold to Potifer as a slave;
Soon appointed over the household,
Because of how Godly he behaved.
Potifer’s wife became his temptress;
such revenge for being shunned.
Joseph was cast into jail
For to lust he’d not succumbed.
He still trusted His God
And did not complain.
God had other plans for him;
In jail he did not remain.
Called from jail by the Pharaoh
To interpret his strange dream;
Rather like Daniel,
By the king he was esteemed.
A beam of Godly wisdom
That saved a nation from ruin;
Seven years of plenty,
Followed by seven years of famine.
Egypt had plenty in the storehouse,
Due to Joseph’s Godly wisdom.
His role of Prime Minister,
Pharaoh gladly did welcome.
From pit to Prime Minister,
Joseph was a savior to Egypt.
Saved from the pit and slavery—
By God himself equipped.
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2007-2011
our, handsome Trudeau-
grew a beard quite sinister,
oh, prime minister;
you look odd with a grey beard,
and black hair- it just looks weird !
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January 12, 2020
Poetry/Ode/oh, prime minister
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1216-073-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Keyola - a tanka variation meant to be a parady, satire,
silly, bawdy or political
Written for FGI Special - Word Play
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
I just watched Prime Ministers question time,
What a noise like monkeys trying to mime.
The speaker sits up in her chair,
Both sides shout the row filling the air.
This is the place from which our country is run,
To say it's run is really just a great big pun.
The MP's are there just for personal glory,
They don't really care as long as they continue their families story.
Some just sit and take the money,
Other try for the bigger jobs, like bees around the honey.
Their lives all mapped out to get a companies directorship,
Whilst making sure their cronies are in and likely to get a substantial tip.
They are blind to what the real people need,
They look down their noses, they think they are a superior breed.
There is supposed to be separate parties with original idea's,
But none of them do and they can wreck the country, that's my fear.
Some say don't worry, things will change when we have the next election,
But it won't be any different, because we will still only have that limited selection.