Poetry Blogs (teachers)
Preamble: see below for explanation that is too long to preamble here.
I didn’t know I was still angry till the day I heard you’d died.
Suddenly the old bitterness is welling up inside
I haven’t given you a thought for literally years
But now I find my eyes are filling up with tears
Not of grief, but of re-awakened pain
Reliving the sting of your words all over again
I’m not ...
Wednesday 10th October 2018 1:04 pm
I learned to suppress my hunger.
You stimulated my pallet with your sweetness
and I hungered.
Walking without purpose
I stumbled over myself.
You took hold of my hand
and I was steadied.
When attacked by the cold
I would defend my residence.
You showed me to open,
embrace the cold and warm it.
When lost and confused,
I rushed a...
Monday 5th March 2018 2:44 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
Do you have to dress smart to make wise?
Can you better teach art wearing ties?
Aren’t there so many places
More suited to airs and graces
Than one which education supplies?
Can we make divergent thinking the norm
Whilst we’re all being forced to conform
To what seems to me an antiquated fashion
Amputated of utility and passion?
A retrograde step d...
Wednesday 20th July 2011 11:34 pm