Jeremy Poems - Poems about Jeremy

Just a passerby who wrote some books of wisdom Enquiring into the Way towards heaven's bright kingdom Reading ancient steles in a moden day light Even using Zen as a reading stone for clear insight Molding a mind and heart union to birth gnosis You, Puma, showed how Christ and wisdom can guide hypnosis Poured...

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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,...

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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 friend went to check up on Gordin.“Upon arrival, she found...

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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? Chicago? New York? Some big city. It felt American, but he...

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Success by Michael R. Burch for Jeremy We need our children to keep us humble between toast and marmalade; there is no time for a ticker-tape parade before bed, no award, no bright statuette to be delivered for mending skinned knees, no wild bursts of approval for shoveling snow. A kiss is the only approval they show; to leave us?the first great success they achieve. I...

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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 sorely in a foul and dark mire from his noble mission...

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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 dance Most turn their backs and pretend it away They claim it...

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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 dries Jeremy Corbyn, let's call him What shall we call him today? Make...

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There’s a talk show on the tele, Where guests will sign a waiver, So they can be told by the host, To “Do yourself a favour”. Then the lie detector results, Are read out on the stage, Creating a magic straight faced denial, A denial that becomes a rage, “Ok, I know, old man talking, but, You, madam, are...

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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 troubled land, A change is needed from the current status quo, As...

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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 would lay out the red carpet make it a red letter...

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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 Miliband, but kind of somewhat sunny. He’s a breath of...

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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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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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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...

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