we were bombarded for half an hour.
pepsi, popcorn and upcoming movies blowhard
gaudy and ostentatious and galling
my son asks, 'when is it going to start?'
jet-lagged to infinity
i was woken up by an onscreen scream
or it might have been the last trumpet
after the movie i go to the bank and the
clerk doesn't know what i'm talking about
high time hoodang and deposited cash
on the radio that morning the new prime minister
is applauded and cheered into number 10
he wants to shake hands with everybody in the country
there are no birds in our garden
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.
Barbados savior
remover of monarchy
wise without ego
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.
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
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
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
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
Shri Lal Bahdur Shasthri,
Not only one time Prime Minister of India,
But also a PM since his birth,
PM,poor man,I mean!
"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
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
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
I worked so hard
Had big dreams as a kid
Enormous dreams
I worked so hard
Everything was going to plan
Until a day struck like no other
I was put under such hardship
Until I tried again, really hard
Until I was put under more hardship - on another more terrible day.
My dreams were held back so much that I am ageing everyday waiting.
I expected to reach my dream as a young man.
Yet I was late.
So late, it is still like the beginning of my journey.
What do I have to show for it.
Finished teenage hood.
I became wiser every day in my conquest.
Maybe god wants me to be wise instead of reach my dream.
I tried everything to reach my dream.
I will keep trying.
But when is it possible.
I don’t want to be an old man before I reach that dream.
Never know what it feels like.
Someone teach me what it is like to reach your dream.
I learnt.
You never know what life holds.
It could be good.
It could be bad.
But you will always grow wiser in your conquest.
I never know what tomorrow might bring.
Yet I know I will be ready to fight for my dream.
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