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Infinitesimal
dimensional
cellular division
the genomic sequence
time is a light matrix
encoded in
0’s & 1’s
goes on forever …
and, in that order
10, 9.
A singularity
and absolute zero
the big freeze or heat death
he said no one can help us
when, asking the universe
for answers
what, times any number
… is nothing other than zero
Sunday 29th September 2024 9:53 pm
questioning my destiny
In my study,
the test subject,
had to have
strands
of this
genus’ genotype
“A” and be
exhibiting these abnormalities
Thursday 4th July 2024 8:36 pm
Peripathetic
Planning away, sometimes all day
Words on a page, moulding like clay
Toward your interest, "I'll engage" you say
I should of known it would go this way
Travelled around all week through
Sometimes I'm spinning and I don't see you
Learnng the lines of a script I have written
Walking the mile but somewhere you're hidden
Delivering is easy when you've got the tools
...Monday 10th June 2024 10:38 am
180 days
girls are mean,
boys are jerks,
there's popular groups,
and then you have flirts,
so many flags,
kids who are treated as punching bags,
be careful who you trust,
only tell if you must,
don't let it bottle up inside,
make sure no one sees you cry,
good luck,
because school can be tough sometimes.
Tuesday 2nd April 2024 5:09 pm
juxtaposition
you look at me like i'm insane
i can't tell if i am
if I turned out to be psychotic
would I even be this self-aware?
i put on obnoxious amounts of chapstick
cotton candy or strawberry-flavored
it severely drys out my lips
but I know you'll think of me when you see it at the store
I always attempt to blow up my life
just because you left me again
you run ever...
Friday 22nd March 2024 2:02 pm
Lady Lolly’s late
I see her every morning
And she runs without warning
In her arms is her lollypop
and no one dares ask her to stop
She's running for good reason
As it's definitely the season
To run with the tide
But for her, there's definitely nowhere to hide
She's running late 'tis lady lolly
Amongst the herd is our Polly
The stream of kids is never ending
But it's her b...
Monday 11th March 2024 2:15 pm
His Finest Day
A school tragedy (A poem within a poem)
The first day of the autumn term
We knew that something was amiss.
We saw the solemn-looking staff;
We felt the pain of grief subsist.
It seemed that in the holidays
A boy called Whipps had disappeared.
Since almost thirty days had passed,
The worst of outcomes was now feared.
He was a shy and quiet boy,
To w...
Thursday 4th January 2024 7:51 am
Back to School
As we start to relax the lockdown rules,
All children now return to school.
While most parents welcome this change,
To some children this may seem strange.
While older children must wear a mask,
To social distance must be quite a task.
And as for safety much has been invested,
Twice a week they'll be Covid tested.
Some may like school if they are smart,
And some are glad sports and cl...
Sunday 7th March 2021 7:19 pm
The unkindness of Covid
Your polo shirt is slightly askew.
Eyeliner you try and hide.
My daughter baby’s prime;
we have fought for this.
You now sit in classrooms,
open windows, warmth drained.
Queue, face mask clad, in corridors
dreaming of seeing faces
The boy you pass notes to
you are no longer free to kiss
or find the ecstasy in another.
Your childhood is on hold.
W...
Monday 19th October 2020 12:41 pm
The New Curriculum
It used to be murder at school
Evading terrorists lying in
Ambush at the tuck shop
Life or death battles with tapioca
Blistered fingers for smoking in the
Cycle shed
An army of Latin grammar at war with my head
Jimmy Jones smashing my best conkers
Miss Evans the Head's secretary
Scourging my hormones
Sadistic Algebra wanting blood
Above all dreading that fight with...
Friday 5th June 2020 11:03 am
Billy No Mates
I've told you before stay clear of that
Boy if you ask me there's
Something wrong there
Turning up to school on his own not a soul
Knows a thing about him he's a
Right mystery
(Stand still when I'm
Talking to you) he may be good at
Maths and yes' he's
Tiny but he's always fighting he's
Beaten kids much
Bigger he made mincemeat of Jimmy
Cummings its autism if you...
Sunday 31st May 2020 12:13 pm
The school run
Mini-humans converge
drawn but not defeated by routine.
So much colour,
movement,
noise -
so much future in one place
cannot be discreet.
Suddenly
I understand.
Quarts trapped in pint-pots!
Spirits simply too big
to fit still-growing bodies.
So much lifeforce
escaping -
shouting,
rough-and-tumble,
temper tantrums -
excess leaking from
unfinished containers.
Later, on the tra...
Friday 20th September 2019 3:35 pm
The Future
a week ago
a professor asked me
what i wanted to do with my life,
the quesiton caught me wrong-footed;
two decades ago
learning to walk,
a decade ago
learning my body,
5 years ago
discovering love,
3 years ago,
accepting my body
a month ago,
accepting who i am
and now?
thrust into the unknown,
an oblivion that teases me;
infinite doors t...
Tuesday 6th March 2018 11:13 pm
First school day
School started with a rush and a push
As I let loose my mums grip and raced across the road
Lollypop lady had signalled the off so off I went
Some instinct to be first to cross in my soul
First met friends easily gravitated to
Class and playground one lump of fun
Happy goodbyes as we splinter away
Paul going my way, so more laughter to home
Easily addicted to this school ...
Tuesday 9th May 2017 6:25 pm
am i selfish?
Note: there is some strong language in this. it's not too bad. it's not too excessive, either. one word in here twice, i think. and if you're wondering, yes, the colors mean something. and yes, im genuinely asking a question to you, the reader. and to the person this is about. but i pray he never reads or finds this. anyway, enjoy.
Am I selfish for wanting another hug?
I handed you the...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 4:54 pm
will blue turn into purple?
You were wearing purple today. Purple is going to be ×××'s color now. But blue has always been mine. That's how I knew I was ready to give you that letter. You were wearing my color...
Your eyes were a brighter blue today. After you came in from having a cigarette, you walked past me, then paused. Coffee and tobacco smoke. That's what you smelled like. That's my smell now.
"Just under a minu...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 4:45 am
Education
Boredom slowly creeps upon me,
Like a fog on top a hill.
My eyes start glazing over,
My brain is standing still.
I’m trying to take notice,
Of the message being said,
But it all just sounds like noise to me,
Facts won’t stay in my head.
If only I could listen,
For just a minute more,
Yet concentration eludes me,
I’m thinking of the door.
I can see the mouth is m...
Saturday 15th October 2016 11:48 am
School Days - Best Days Of Our Lives?
Herringbone
The pallor of the parquet floor
Brings recollections of
School, its classrooms, its corridors
Somehow the pattern pulls
Me into a journey through
Time; conjuring images
Of art and assemblies,
Of laughter and lateness,
Of parents and pupils and plans:
For a future unknown;
For escaping the lessons
And the chill of those changing rooms.
A mishmash of memories,
But...
Monday 30th May 2016 1:18 pm
I can't take my eyes off those silver boots
I went window shopping a couple of weeks ago, not planning on parting with any cash, but then, I saw these beauties. Three thoughts flashed in a state of instant wild excitement: 1. Starman. 2. Noel Fielding. 3. Give them to me nowwwwww! And then I thought of this - ENJOY!
I will wear them down the pub
I will shop in them at Sainsburys
I went to a book launch in them last week
I hoovered...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:59 pm
Bunfight At The Kerbside Corral
Tuesday 20th January 2015 4:53 pm
The School Run
Swinging upwards,
scathingly steering myself towards salvation.
School Run: teacher testimonials and tallies.
An “Other,”
an outcast from tradition.
Rousing the reluctant offspring,
combative to my requests.
We breakfast briefly,
on little balls of sugary synthetic yellowness
We arrive at school,
greet the countless glamorous goddesses
oozing out of the orifices
...Tuesday 2nd December 2014 4:50 pm
The Slow Boy
The teachers told him not to dream too big,
That his talents lay somewhere other than Arithmetic,
That English would never be so kind,
As to reveal its secrets to his young mind,
That History was better served,
By someone who could steer its curves,
That Science was a distant star,
So he shouldn't try to reach too far.
Maybe because he was so slow,
He didn't listen to them blow,
But to...
Friday 27th June 2014 8:08 am
Our School Was Haunted
Our SchoolWas Haunted
Our school was haunted on this Halloween
All you could hear was moaning and screams
The chairs started groaning,
The floor was all sticky
The slime on the windows was squashy and squishy
The bats and the cats were cooking with witches
And casting a spell of chickenpox itches
The eyelash of spider and toenails of newt
Frogspawn and ...
Thursday 31st October 2013 2:17 pm
Murder, Death, Bones and Blood
Murder, Death, Bones and Blood
”””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””
Murder, death, bones and blood
Rotting corpses walking
Vampires, witches, ghouls and ghosts
tormented Spirits talking
Operations and autopsies
Severed heads and limbs
darker twisted horror stories
To rival Stephen King
Cuts and stitches, pain and screams
Dead bodies and mortuaries so cooool!
This is what ...
Thursday 31st October 2013 2:04 pm
A Keeper's View
Saturday 25th May 2013 9:45 am
Beat to my own drum - NaPoWriMo Day 5
Adopt
Saint Stephen's tale
It's Friday, sweets from Mrs Smith
Degeneration X and anarchy
Frankie's words: two tables, four chairs, suspension.
Discovered passing the buck, and thus passed it.
Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.
First girlfriend changed everything, "You're young, she has baggage - get rid..." … did...
A pla...
Sunday 7th April 2013 3:01 pm
Daddy's Poem by unknown poet
Daddy's Poem
----------------------
Her hair was up in a pony tail,
Her favourite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
And she couldn't wait to go.
But her Mummy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
Wha...
Tuesday 8th January 2013 9:14 pm
A Schoolboy From Nineteen sixty-eight
I'm just a schoolboy from nineteen sixty-eight
Moving through life at an incredible rate
I’m getting older on the outside every day
But on the inside I’ve not aged a single day
I like to have a few beers down at my local bar
But every time the barmaid smiles in my direction
I realise I’m just a grown up schoolboy
Who’s sadly lacking in articulation.
...Monday 1st October 2012 2:03 am
Glasses
When I was in 9th grade
I sat at the front
of the class.
Most kids thought I did
this to show how smart
I was. Others because
I was better than them.
And a few because I
wanted to be
the teachers pet.
The truth is because I
couldn't see the chalk board.
I lied to my parents
an...
Sunday 15th July 2012 7:34 pm
School Rules
School Rules
I have to say with words I play so much it ires some peeps
But those that like to listen still are my friends for keeps
Whilst back in school my rhymes did rule too much from time to time
In English class acceptable but in History t'was viewed a crime
One day we had to tell the tale of Henry and his wives
But I was bored and pepped it up with a few comic as...
Friday 31st July 2009 9:58 pm
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