To My Justin
In the garden of my heart, I’ve wandered wide,
Through paths of many men, I sought a guide.
With dreams of Mr. Right, I danced in the night,
But each time I was wrong, lost in the light.
Yet here you stand, my prince, my knight,
In your arms, I’ve found my truest delight.
You’re the hero of my story, the calm in my storm,
With you, my love, I’ve finally found my form.
Without you, dear Justin, I’d drift and I’d sway,
You’re the anchor that keeps my fears at bay.
Though you drive me to madness, with quirks that confound,
In the chaos of love, it’s you I have found.
One moment I’m fuming, wanting to choke,
Then laughter erupts, and I’m wrapped in your cloak.
You see through my layers, my heart laid bare,
In a world full of noise, you’re the breath of fresh air.
So here’s to you, my love, on this special day,
With every heartbeat, I cherish you more in every way.
For in this wild journey, you’re my guiding star,
Happy birthday, my darling, my love, my czar.
Forever yours,
Odette aka Laurie
‘Faced with a fight I don’t back down’,
He, blowing last trumpet his own,
PM and Party Head,
Somewhat misty eyed, said
With heavy head on losing crown.
______________________
Happenings|08.01.2025|
Poet’s Note: Prime Minister for ten long years Justin Trudeau had to finally ‘back down’ despite all his bravado. But he himself was responsible for the loss of popularity with his immature behaviour and policies. Trump called him governor of 51st State of USA and he took it with a smug smile. Xi of China once gave him a one-to-one dressing down and he could muster little defence. His troubles with India are well known. And to top it all, he is disowned by his own party and people of Canada. No wonder, Justin Trudeau is just out-- a handsome yet vapid man who failed to do justice to his famous last name. It was in India, his first trip that proved a turning point in perception of his personality (more than his inviting a convicted terrorist to his entourage, it was his general buffoonery).
Grant me grace
As I fall into this place,
With so much acheived
And so much more to go.
Grant me grace
As I recall my old face,
Such rivers of emotions,
Immaculate proportions.
Grant me grace
In slowness and in haste,
For the color and the sound
Are just noisy trains moving 'round!
Grant me grace
For God's Sakes,
It's Christmas Eve!
Can't I just for once believe?
Grant me this grace,
Justin Case.
Remember me
Justin Time
Hey Baby
You got me
On your wall
I gave it to you all
You should know
You asked for it ....
You should know
You got it
Hey baby
You got me
A beauty
On your wall
I gave it to you all
Now
I am BACK
Justin Time
A Red Beret
She s A Mili tary
A Red beret
And She's A Mili tary
Now I am BACK
Justin Time
A Red Beret
She s A Mili tary
A red Beret
And She,'s A Mili tary
Hey baby
You got me
On your wall
I gave it to you all
Hey Baby
You got me
On your wall
I gave it to you all
Hey baby
You should know
You asked for it
You got it
My beauty
On your wall
007
Cent from Heaven
007
Now I am BACK
Justin Time
A Red Beret
She s A Mili tary
A Red Beret
And She's A Mili tary
Now I have your BACK
Justin Time
Remember me
Justin Time
Hey baby
I was your lady
*VIDEO of Justin Bieber's Talk of his Affliction on YouTube
Justin Bieber's Ramsay Hunt Syndrome
Just in
Justin
Bieber
Tweeter
Likewise
Apprise
TikTok
He talked
About
Timeout
Renege
His gigs
Because
He was
Concerned
He learned
Shingles
Hostiles
Illness
Stillness
Partial
Facial
Benumb
Therefrom
Hoping
Coping
Explore
Restore
Maintain
Unstrain
Renew
Sinew
Routine
Hygiene
Lengthen
Strengthen
Steadfast
Stand fast
Brainstorm
Inform
The signs
Headlines
Contribs
JBiebs
~~0~~
Justin Bieber announced that he is taking a break from performing after being diagnosed with Ramsay Hunt syndrome (RHS), a rare shingles-related condition that has paralyzed one side of his face.
2022 June 14
Justin Matryr in AD43
wrote his first apology*
Having no problem with biblical rewards
helped we millennials to be in doctrinal accord
*https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Justin_Martyr
For Canada's Prime Minister,
I want Justin Trudeau to remain;
sure he has made some very big political mistakes,
would the Conservatives or Independents do better !
They would be much worse,
Justin is a young leader and has much to learn still;
but, he is loved all over the world for his serenity !
Justin never loses his composure,
like in the recent pipeline USA cancellation;
he knew it was time to accept defeat !
Justin knows how to say sorry I made a mistake,
I am willing to give him a chance to grow and become great;
he has my vote !
Think Conservatives or Independents are better;
you are kidding right !
________________________
March 22, 2021 - L
Poetry/Political Verse/Justin All The Way
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1340-011-22
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, What You Really Want
sponsor, Richard Lamoureux, Judged 04/24/2021
Second Place
Ode To Justin
I found your passing online
And the world ain't doin' fine
My tears are red, my heart skipped a beat
My soul is bruised and in retreat
With your earnest voice and slim frame
You could rescue the lost, make a mess sane
I found your passing online
And the world ain't doin' fine
The moon's above the mountain, the night is still
Ain't no coyotes howlin'
Cause this day just got real
I found your passing online
And the world ain't doin' fine
When the music is buried
And the dirt is deep
I'll be wonderin' the streets
Howling in my sleep
I found your passing online
And the world ain't doin' fine
Very impressed with our PM acting so humbly
Proving to be a great leader of this fantastic country
Admired by many
Projects great envy
A model for the world to follow trustily
My neighbor is importing kids!
Broken arms and ankles are sure to follow.
The ragamuffin’s ruckus drowns out the gibbons
totally smashing my morning sit.
The cars arrived, a funeral procession,
each dropping off a hooligan to spoil the day.
I was the only soldier left at post;
refusing to sulk by hiding in my own home.
Determined nothing would move me from my peace.
The hollering became so immense
it seeped through the cracks of neighborhood doors
until peace was an unknown quality.
The skateboards with handles littered the lawns,
pray mantis’s with long arms reaching.
Re-homing sounds like a sound idea
until I’m the recipient
of all your garish garbage that you call kids.
Such a sweet name for these little monsters
and the squalor they leave in their wake.
Justin Pierre Trudeau
a prime minister worth getting to know
he has a tattoo, does yoga, a boxer, and nice to look at
I sure would love (wink, wink) to have a l o n g political chat !
___________________________
January 22, 2019
Poetry/Clerihew/Justin Pierre Trudeau
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1107-110-22
All Rights Reserve, 2019, Constance La France
When I tell people that my name is Justin Bred,
they think that I'm a hick with no brain in my head.
Everybody who I know thinks that I'm married to my sister.
When they see us together, they ask why they've never seen me kiss her.
When people hear my name, they falsely accuse me of incest.
Because of this misunderstanding, my life has become a mess.
Women slap my face and they call me sick.
Everybody believes that I'm an inbred hick.
I'm sick of having to tell everybody that I'm Justin Bred, not just inbred.
If you ask me how long I've been married to my sister, I'll cut off your head.
The Primeminister's gone on tour again.
He's going where I have dreamed.
To wait for him through postcards
much more than I esteemed.
The cost I'm too through budget
much high above my wage.
To take the time to travel
has left me home in rage.
Poor old Justin Welby
It must have been a shock
To find out that he issued from
Churchill’s PA’s c*ck
Not from the Holy Spirit
Or the fairies after all
Not a babe in a basket under a bush
Down by the garden wall
It was a diplomatic missive
That brought about his seeding
Four dots dash dot dot dash, it said
Destroy this after reading
For poor old Mother Welby
It was just a drunken shag
But Browne had an Archbishop
In his diplomatic bag
And, he really was quite dashing
With his huge unholy *****
You would though, wouldn’t you, so
Let the sinless queue to stone her
Welby ponders wisely
Prays, and has a cup of tea
Questions divine purposes
And how he came to be
And comes to the conclusion
That it matters not a jot
As long as there are biscuits
And his tea is piping hot
For this is Christianity
And though it may seem odd
In the game of ‘Who’s yer Father’
Justin Welby’s Dad is God
by Gail
Who is this Justin Bordner
Who reads between the lines
He’s welcome in my corner
He is honest with his time
It seems he recognizes
And responds to subtleties
He understands the essence
Goes beneath the pleasantries
He’s comfortable with messy
His conquest has no tests
No one needs defeating
There is only tenderness
JAB and his transforming ways
With pulls and tears and seeps and frays
Feel, as imagery unfolds
Notice how he’s touched your souls
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.