Jonathan Poems - Poems about Jonathan

Tale UNTOLD --dedicated verse to Jonathan Ectonaut

Tales untold who so fights the dragon;
Blessed endowed with light that over shadows;
Rush of wins, battles crossed, racing wagon;
Blinded hunter lights the sparks;

Who am I to apologize for genocide;
Whomsoever am I to jump off bridges and fly;
Where am I as said dragon whispers in my ear;

Memory bold 
Action gold
Tales untold

In thus the tale of the

Jonathan

The loss of a child, can be quite hard, to bare,
it’s just not the natural order and it will never seem fair.
Our children are everything, we give them our all.
They get every hug and kiss, and we pick them up when they fall.

I remember a little boy who I have not seen, in quite a

The Un-Gloomy Jonathan Roumie

Just a girl online -- in Cali --
Watching the March 4 Life Rally

Starting with Jonathan Roumie
A talk hope-filled & un-gloomy!

Sir Jonathan Smoot

Here lies Sir Jonathan Smoot
Unfortunately wearing only one boot,
He tangled with an alligator
And failed to say, “I’ll see you later!”

written January 15, 2022

While Skeptic Attempts To Comprehend the Legacy of Jonathan Edwards

Alternately titled: Get out of my head mister chatterbox!

While inside me noggin legions
of monstrous demons abhor
protest being force fed
arcane and obscure
assaying into religious dogma
hence mind chatter goes full bore
thus crafting poem quite a difficult chore,
one lightweight bag of bones
basketcase weave gotta deplore,

nevertheless mine tincup rattled
courtesy garden variety eyesore
athwart slip stream
of space/time continuum
twenty two minus
seven years

The Epitaph of Jonathan Jones

Rest in Peace if you can Jonathan Jones
As the spirit departs your flesh and bones
For years you led a philandering life
Now lie fore'er next your embittered wife


Contest:  A Funny Epitaph
Sponsor:  Jesse Rowe
9/14/18

Goodluck Ebere Jonathan

GOODLUCK JONATHAN.E
Goodluck Ebere Jonathan.
You are not only my ally,
But our allies.
We idolize you.
A man is a man,
When he does something to,
Be remembered of,
A man is a man when he or,
She refuses to changes his or,
Her color.
My ally,
 A man is a man when,
He maintain his integrity
A man is a man when,
He or she refuses to

Jonathan Fox

Jon always does a Rubix Cube, 
Before swims for his nerve, 
He’s a self-confessed motorhead, 
Loves driving Lamorghini’s. 

Born on the 30th of May in 1991,
With mild Cerebral Palsy, 
He has a BTEC in sports, science, 
And trains in Manchester. 

He is coached by Mick Massey, 
And in Beijing won silver,
In the 100m backstroke, S7

Jonathan Booth

Jonathan studies at Huddersfield New College, 
A BTEC in sports development and fitness, 
He has Charcot Marie Tooth as his baggage, 
Which by physiotherapy has a tight harness. 

He trains in the swimming pool determinedly, 
Of Huddersfield Leisure Centre extensive, 
With Kirklees Active Leisure’s team happy, 
To measure his swim performance active. 

He swims in

Jonathan Drane

Jonathan was a self-employed plumber, 
Before a diagnosis of corneal dystrophy, 
So he moved out as a plumbing worker, 
And began playing judo professionally. 

He’d done judo as a youth, came easy, 
And won his 1st dan at the age of 18,  
So took his first senior competition flee, 
In the 2010 Welsh Open,

Jonathan Paterson

Jonathan has been to three Paralympics, 
Beijing in China, London 2012 and Rio; 
He’s a Motherwell midfielder in the mix, 
Who’s entry was the 2006 CP Euros so. 

He travels the world with team Scotland, 
Which he sometimes captains proudly, 
But he’s also captained the other hand, 
Of ParalympicsGB, in Beijing adeptly. 

He holds Scottish

Jonathan Broom-Edwards

Tall as they come, this man is 1 metre 85,
A basketball player inspired by the 2012s,
To compete in disability sport so to thrive, 
At the high jump, his practice bookshelves.  

Loughborough students encouraged him,  
To work on his basketball leaps by trying, 
To high jump. He was so taken, no whim, 
With the

Jonathan From Liberia

HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE MIRRORS THE FACE OF GOD.

HIS SMILE BRIGHTENS THE WORLD AROUND HIM.

BEING OF OPEN HEART AND MIND,

HE CAME THROUGH THE SUFFERING AND TURMOIL.

ALMOST BEATEN TO DEATH,

HE ENDURED THE PAIN AND TORTURE FROM ANOTHER HUMAN BEING.

STILL, HIS SPIRIT AND ENDURANCE OF LIFE,

LED HIM AWAY FROM HIS HOME COUNTRY.

HIS PURITY OF HEART LED HIM TO

Jonathan

Hello sweetheart   
How's mommy's little angel?
I can't believe you'll soon be seven  
Oh how time passes by  
It seems like yesterday you were born

It's such a beautiful day 
I thought I would share it with you 
The sun is shining so bright  
And the sky s so blue
The birds are

Jonathan Swift

Jonathan Swift's
priorities could sell for a dime,
for his greatest wish
was to be big and small, all at the same time.



NOTE: Jonathan Swift was the author of Gulliver's Travels.

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