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...

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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...

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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...

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Her Life defined by the size
of potatoes in a supermarket trolley.
She opens her battered purse
out of shape from the coppers of life,
viewed with despair from eyes
embedded in the bags of time.

Self-esteem abandoned in discoloured trainers.
Her contaminated cheap cider mind
still clings to the fog of that...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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He woke up in the middle of the dream again.
She was wearing the same blue-red suit. 
Her brunette hair was scooped up, off her neck.
She was walking with a lively step, on heels.
He was intrigued. The heels were painted red on their bottoms.

Where were they?...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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