Winston Poems - Poems about Winston

Sir Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill

Sir Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill
a Prime Minister with many a skill.
Though his ideals by some were not favoured,
his victories by many were savoured.

Dear Winston

“Truth
is often attended
by a bodyguard
of lies”

A consequence
so precious
its veracity
must hide

Deep within
the smoke
on a battlefield
most dire

Victory burns
within each man
intrepid
— to inspire

(Tribute To D-Day: February, 2025) 

Winston Tastes Good

Winston tastes good like a knock knock cigarette should.
See the USA in a Chevrolet, visit Dinah Shore along the way.
But be sure and be toting some Chesterfield Lights.
So we can be sexy and sultry on these winter nights.

The Marlboro Man is waiting just around the next bend.
When you see him, blow some smoke rings up

The Ghost of Winston Smith

Announcement to all Outer party members:

Thomas Woodward is dead. He is an unperson. You are to incinerate anything in your possession that might be contaminated with his DNA. All memories of him are to be forgotten.

It is rumored that some of you have been infected by his mentally deranged rants and poetry. More specifically, that

Mr Winston

He stood there in the doorway 
His legs dangled in white shorts 
His blue shirt matching the rags
The mechanics used to clean tools
His fingertips yellow stained of fungus
I could barely see his blues eyes 
Through the reddish brown colored
Replacing any hints of good health 
Clutching a Winston banging on a sea burg
he juggled three scantily

Winston Churchill

Churchill admired for his sharp wit,
 a smoker, drinker, far from fit!
his stoop, his walk, his walking stick,
World doubted if his campaign would click?

he had vision, great leader must,
with which reduced Hitler to dust,
when cornered in a losing war,
he fought back and emerged a star!

despised though for his attitude,
was saved by wit often when rude,
“I

Winston Churchill

Liquored up, Churchill liked to converse.
Talking politics, Winston would curse:
“All democracy’s trash!
We don’t act: we rehash.
But the other ‘arrangements' are worse."

Winston

It’s too late to shatter the cold distance of silence with a ‘sorry’,
For I stand full of regrets ever since you became the elements,
Just one moment in time, that is all I need; that we breathe together,
And in that blessed precious beat of time –
I would build bridges and ladders across the worlds that part

Winston Churchill

Winston
Politician, Leader, Orator, Prisoner of War
Son of Lord Randolph and Jennie, husband of Clementine, father of five
Lover of cuban cigars, trenchcoats, and hats
Who feels love, compassion and righteous anger
Who fears defeat, failure, and Adolf Hitler's victory
Who would love to see the end of WWII, Hitler's downfall, and World Peace
Resident of Chartwell in Kent, South East

Sir Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill Leader Clerihew

Born in 1874 Sir Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill 
Nicknamed Winnie, with a Bulldog spirit ~ resembled my Bulldog Bill
In thinking time sat on his ‘Throne’, Lord Privy Seal rang Winston’s phone   
Yelling his retort said, ‘Tell him I can only deal ~ with one s*** at a time’ 

22nd January 2019
Contest: Educate Me with

Winston Churchill

WINSTON CHURCHILL  
  
A Commoner and not a lord,
He spent his life,
And round his bedside,
Stood only his children, and his wife.

His stroke was fatal,
At 8 am on the 24th day
Of January in the year 1965,
God paved his way.

A genius, an orator,
A husband loving and so mild,
A man who swayed the masses,
In fact “History’s

Ode To Winston Churchill

Churchill's appeal reflects a unique parentage
combining  American and British heritage.

Winston Churchill, diplomat, lived with criticism,
Britain’s unstoppable prime minister showed
bulldog tenacity coupled with optimism.

His determination was revolutionary
His optimism  looked beyond the problem.
Surrender was not in this man's vocabulary.
In his words, indecision leads to mayhem.

Arrogance accounts not for the hand of God.
Avoidance weakens a man's

Winston Has Passed On

Winston has passed on...

She heard him rummaging, turning on taps
opening the fridge, you know, stuff like that
removing her coat, a black felt-like hat
she set the long table and stroked her sad cat
then calling out as he stomped upstairs
You know that snow has stopped out there?
idly listening to his suitcases click
life, she mused, is cruel, unseemly

Winston Churchill

Sir Winston Churchill
 His wit and   charm lives on still
 Whiskey always touched his lips
 For every morning he took a sip
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5-29-15

Winston Churchill - a Clerihew

Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill
Never paid his overdue bill
His amazing memory no one could fight
Because a Shakespeare play he could recite


Entry for contest of Andrea Dietrich
A Clerihew

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