Blair Poems - Poems about Blair

BILLIONAIRE BLAIR AND POOR PIPER Ice cold world, late night rain fog, Thought I saw, coming at me, a lone thug. Certainly a sin for a billionaire like me going to meet a friend at late hour, walking off this street. Then I met old wraggled poor Piper, Out of the fog, crawling up on me like a viper. Then I said...

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We say farewell to Lionel Blair immaculate and debonair who danced around the stage with flair inspired by stars like Fred Astaire. 26.01.22...

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CHRISTOPHER, BLAIR AND CLAIRE Young Blair was a shy boy, Somewhat a nerd, He just simply could not make a friend, The nursery school teacher, Who was my mum, Enjoyed her job so, She was never glum. Christopher was the lively one in the class, There was a seesaw and jungle gym On the grass, Teacher told Christopher to please Play with Blair, Christopher...

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From Birmingham to Baghdad, Blair sent my son to war to battle in a conflict based on Bush's baseless tales. The bombs fell like the lies from politicians mouths and the sons and daughters of ordinary people died. Blair sent out our soldiers without the slightest care As it will not be Tony Blair's sons lying...

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Sometimes it's hard to be a Prime Minister Giving all your love to just one man (George Bush) You'll have bad times, and he'll have good times Doin' things that you don't understand But if you love him, you'll forgive him Even though he's hard to understand And if you love him, oh be proud of him 'Cause after all he's...

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Tony Blair, Tony Blair, where have you been? You’ve not been coming to London to visit the Queen But you had seemed so close, meeting weekly when you were PM You with your cheesy fake smile, waiting around For her to put on the right crown I wonder all those times you met if she bothered or...

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Epitaph – Eulogy BY Linda Blair This man, lying here in state – DEAD – lives. His aged soul - but not his heart – he gives to me – for me - this is such a shame, so on him – everything – I will blame. He has always – to a degree - been there for me. in my need...

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O' lovely maid, in solitaire so fair of cheek and silken hair A wistful look upon her face It matters not that she is late This Sunday morning at the gate she halts as if to hesitate and looks around with hopeful chance as if to take a second glance for someone whom we cannot see who stands in shadows out of view to...

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How blessed are the green hills below Upon which doleful eyes are cast And the quiescent river flowing by Contented each day going pass She is barred from being in his company As she belongs to another Yet, love is alive in her elaborate dreams Where they are free of her brothers In dreams they are riveted in discourse Of love...

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When you have spent most of your life, Suffering from panic attacks, Agoraphobia, and strife, The last thing you need to happen to you, Is for your glasses to suddenly break in two. Only an hour before you meet Cherie Blair, Help, what a total nightmare. Then on the next table you spot DAVID BLUNKETT, As you sit there filling your face...

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through being with you i learned i was selfish even when i was selfless it was all about me through you i learned if its easy it probably isnt worth it and sometimes the tough times make the good shine through being with you everyone heard my songs of the dreams of spotlights because of you i have learned to be strong well learning i see my...

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he loves me... he loves me not! he loves me... he loves me lots poor little daisy missing petals how i miss him and he never seems to know i only i could squeeze him kiss him touch him just find some way to let him know He loves me he loves me NOT! he loves me ... he loves me LOTS i miss him soo much my heart...

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