Best Jeremy Poems
Justice his goal, his words polite
Eager to help friends with their plight
Relies on small things for delight
Expressive in what he does write
Mighty in love, peaceful and quite
Yields to actions that are forthright
I'm kind of taken by Jeremy Corbyn, the man and his success,
And believe that for the leadership role he may be able to dress;
I think what’s going unsaid is that he’s kind of in a way funny,
Minutely, not gloomy like Brown or Miliband, but kind of somewhat sunny.
He’s a breath of fresh air on the economy and education,
‘Cos he’ll tax the rich more and increase the tax of corporation,
He’ll set up a National Education Service for any and for all,
And restrict free schools so that upon liberality they will call.
Tax evasion will be dealt with, so Amazon and Starbucks can cower,
And housing rents will be controlled, to let the hard-worker flower;
Immigration will not be dismissed, and welfare reform will be opposed,
And Trident will not be renewed, as political solutions will be supposed.
The renationalisation of energy giants will stop high electricity bills,
And Europe will centre in British politics and system safety drills;
The NHS will not be privatised but with social care it will be warm,
And women’s workplace rights will be proffered in a massive, great big swarm.
He'll have a Minister for the Arts, to trophy art, music, literature and poetry,
He opposed the Iraq war, and will work with Russia at diplomacy;
He’ll fight for socialism and its beliefs, but in a modern way, considered,
And he’ll represent normal people, because he comes from Salford.
However, I don't like John MacDonnell, the Shadow Chancellor of the Exchequer,
Who should be more for the centrist view and a conscientious people reader;
His right-hand man should be someone who gives the opinion of the party’s right,
To offset Labour Leader Mr Corbyn and his radical, militant, socialistic fight.
But all the best to you, Jeremy, I hope things go your way,
And you stabilise the country with the left-wing policies of the day;
Although your shadow cabinet should be more representative in its views,
I hope that the economy rewards you for your heartfelt unionist dues.
You can read some of Jeremy Corbyn's poetry at http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/politics/Jeremy_Corbyn/11844716/Published-at-last-the-poems-of-Jeremy-Corbyn.html
Jeremy Corbyn, with his guilt free smile, conscience clear eyes, he’s definitely the one for me,
JC, the current democratically elected leader of the Labour Party,
I have absolutely no choice but to vote this great man,
As I truly believe he can save us in this very troubled land,
A change is needed from the current status quo,
As the Blairites and the Tories are ruthless and above law,
And without any change it all just stays the same,
No money or care for the old, the poor, the ill, or the lame,
Now all you good people get behind him as he needs you,
Because the right side of Labour are actually Tory blue,
Now’s the chance to really get the party clean,
Now’s the time to stop the evil and abhorrent war machine,
A great chance to start looking after our own,
And a great opportunity to stop the random killing drone,
They say he’s not a leader and totally unelectable, how wrong can anyone actually be,
He’s anti war anti fracking and pro renewable energy,
He’s the most electable man I’ve ever seen in my entire voting life,
And I’m right behind him…but without the backstabbing knife,
The others have all shown their true colours by supporting war,
Well I’m with Jeremy on this…and want war no more,
Jeremy Corbyn, he’s the one for me,
JC, Leader of the Labour Party
Just remember this and never forget
the things that people told you about me,
is be written in this poem so you know
what was really said.
Never a day went by that you 2 were not
on my mind, sons like are very few.
Your faces as sweet as could be, eyes
as blue as the oceans.
Blonde curls fell around your heads and
your smile lite up every room.
The day you guys were born I cried as I
held you tight, your little fingers holding
mine oh how blessed I truly was.
Did you know God sent you guys to me than
you were stripped away on that July day.
I thank God for you daily and I tell him I will
obey and love you guys everyday.
If there were a definition of how sons should
be it would be my sons Jason and Jeremy.
My life has meaning, purpose and reason now
because God brought us together again.
Written By: Rhonda Hero
Having grown up with Sarah Seraphin and, Tristen Temple
Toddlers at Saint Nicks preparatory praetorian school of fine arts
Precocious, their quasi's trice musketeers quid pro quo ? His prodigies.
Jeremy Zink
You make me need to see my shrink
All I do is stop and think
What is love?
Is it sent from above
Or some cruel torturous game
Meant to drive you insane
The question is, will it all work out in the end?
Or will I need to find love around another bend
In the road
Will I have to kiss another toad?
Before I find Mr. Right
And I won't be finding him at the bar tonight
That is all too clear...
He, certainly won't be my "honey dear"
But never fear
I'm sure he'll come here
Some day
Some way
Oh, hopefully love will be here to stay
Oh, and by the way
The address to my heart is 65 Baron
But he needn't be a Duke or Earl if you are carin
He just needs to be sweet, honest and kind
And in faithfulness know how to mind
Hopefully he isn't too far behind
And I don't have too long to wait
Hopefully, he is champin at the bit, and coming through my gate
So, if you are out there boy
Hurry it along!
Come on strong
And Christine is the name
I'm the only p..y you need to tame
This may sound rather lame
But I'm really quite serious
Even if it sounds rather delirious
Chinese people everywhere
Are cheering for the Knicks.
They’re rooting for their favorite fan,
Who’s managed to transfix.
Of course, they want their team to score
But whether lose or win,
They’ll get the thrills they need
By chanting for their own J. Lin.
For Jeremy, a Harvard man,
Is living, breathing proof
A brainy Asian athlete
Isn’t anything to spoof.
I get the Chinese mindset
And I understand their pride;
Since folks like them in sports are few,
Their joy is justified.
It feels familiar, ‘cause I knew
That feeling, oh so rich,
When years ago, I got to see
A fellow landsman pitch.
His name was Sandy Koufax,
His religion one I share;
And every Jewish baseball fan
Of that was well aware.
When you’re in the minority,
It really feels so good
To celebrate a star who comes
From your part of the ‘hood.
Jeremy Corbyn, let's call him
A Russian, a traitor, a spy
Dress him in red
With a cat on his head
And wait for the rumours to fly
Jeremy Corbyn, let's say he's
Hitler in curious guise
Paint him with blood
And then pelt him with mud
And see if it sticks as it dries
Jeremy Corbyn, let's call him
What shall we call him today?
Make him the king
Of a paedophile ring
And a lover of Anton LaVey
Jeremy Corbyn, let's say he's
A demon, a liar, a freak
The sum of our fears
And there's other ideas
But you'll just have to wait
Till next week
© Gail Foster March 31st 2018
Absently I
Brushed the
Crushed ice
Down from the
Eaves and
Followed my
Grandfather into
His little cottage.
I looked all around me hoping to find any traces of
Jeremy's presence, but
Katherine had been thorough and
Left
Me
Nothing, to remember him by.
Out of the corner of my eye a
Purple flag flapped outside the
Window,
Quietly warning us of the
Rapidly approaching
Storm that had
Threatened the lot of
Us.
Very slowly I
Worked my way to the window and
Xamined the sky outside,
Yawning for lack of
Zzzz's.
No arrests have been made yet,
but an investigation and manhunt for the suspects are underway,” says police spokesperson
Col Mavela Masondo in a statement.
The family of the deceased was in Cape Town
when they tried to contact him but he could not be reached, a family friend went to check up on Gordin.“Upon arrival, she found the back door of the main house locked and the key of the door was in the lock on the outside, she entered the house and discovered that it was ransacked,” journalist was already dead with multiple injuries.A television and Gordin’s car were stolen.
Alas! O woe! Jeremy, Jeremy,
Will gloom make you your own worst enemy?
Now is the time to recall your own name,
which was once shared by a prophet of fame.
He purchased a plot in the besieged Holy Land
though soon it would fall to the enemy's hand.
Though suffering sorely in a foul and dark mire
from his noble mission he refused to retire.
He never gave way to cruel Babylon;
the resolute prophet just carried on.
When the way ahead is painful and long
turn lamentation into a great song.
In a small town, in the middle of the state
Lie many questions; still unanswered to date
Injustice is done without the bat of an eye
It's all about who you know, my oh my
Crying for help, you don't stand a chance
While those in control laugh and dance
Most turn their backs and pretend it away
They claim it doesn't happen; not the way you say
Just ask George, Jeremy, Armando or Ray
They could have told you the things that take place
It's a game to some; not to all
But we mustn't stay silent; the corrupt must fall
They tell you to relax, don't be so uptight
But it's all I think about when I go to bed each night
Until the day comes when the corrupt are undone; I'll remain a voice about the things that go on
In this Louisiana parish, I pray to this day; That those in control learn to do things the honest way
Until that day comes to Avoyelles at last;
I'll continue to be a voice of the corruption they cast.
Author: Kristin Bordelon
The colour of my party's flag
that flutters in the wind.
The colour of my cheeks,listening to Owen on the radio.
And to see Owen on the tele, like a red rag to a bull.
What we need is Corbyn, oh what a red letter day !
We would lay out the red carpet
make it a red letter day.
your always better off, red than dead, with a jeremy in your day ! .
I haven’t known you very long
I have heard about you for years
Already you are in my heart
So deep to bring me to tears.
You scare me with your words
How life is not so good
You are too young to think this
I want to help you if I could.
Your mother is part of the problem
Please talk to her I plead
Tell her how she makes you feel
Tell her what you need
If talking to her doesn’t help
And a mother is what you miss
I would love to be your “mom”
This would bring me pure bliss
I want you to know something
Think of this when you are blue
I love you Jeremy Duffy
You are the son I never knew.
Why does a grown man have a teddy bear?
Is a piece of fluff a valuable memory?
It was an overcoat back then,
a seamstress worked so hard,
cut it up, shaped it, stuffed it,
and turned it into a teddy bear.
Yes, stuff that was fluff and yet
we give a toy a name and talk to it,
say good morning or
"Hi, Jeremy, my old mucker, my old mate!"
So why would you talk to a toy that has a head
but not to one that has none?
(5 Oct 2023)