Poetry Blogs (School)
The first time it happened she was barely nine
it was a simple request
you show me yours and I'll show you mine
she had no interest in what he'd offered to show
but he was two years older and that little bit bolder
he wouldn't listen to her when she said no.
He offered to give her something for her time
she suggested fifty pence
he agreed with a nod and a smile and with that
he bought her...
Thursday 23rd August 2018 3:39 pm
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
3 years ago,
accepting my body
a month ago,
accepting who i am
thrust into the unknown,
an oblivion that teases me;
infinite doors t...
Tuesday 6th March 2018 11:13 pm
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
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
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
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
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,
Monday 30th May 2016 1:18 pm
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
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:59 pm
It’s a conveyor belt for children who we assume are the same,
whether they realise or not they are part of a game;
a game that most will never win.
They’re asked to tackle the wheel of fortune
when they don’t know how to spin.
In the real world, a board rubber can’t erase your mistakes,
no sharpener can recover a heart when it breaks,
you don’t need a fluorescent liquid to highl...
Monday 20th April 2015 9:31 pm
Tuesday 20th January 2015 4:53 pm
scathingly steering myself towards salvation.
School Run: teacher testimonials and tallies.
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 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,
Friday 27th June 2014 8:08 am
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
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 we talk about
on the bus to school.
Thursday 31st October 2013 2:04 pm
Saturday 25th May 2013 9:45 am
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...
Sunday 7th April 2013 3:01 pm
Incredible by Matthew Stuart Derbyshire
To the kid who's terrible at maths;
the one who thinks he's never going to pass;
the one who always seems to be at the bottom of the class:
you are incredible.
To the kid with the disability;
the one who has the ability
to be whoever or whatever it is that he wants to be:...
Sunday 10th February 2013 8:41 pm
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.
What to tell...
Tuesday 8th January 2013 9:14 pm
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
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
Sunday 15th July 2012 7:34 pm
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