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Monthly Archives: September 2013
Poem 11
Wicked Witch Today Jenny from Ramblings From A Mum said, you think you’re alright yes? Try these three words and do your worst. Tyrant, disaster and destruction – so I did!! I surveyed the scene Devastation, as far as the … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged attitude, Mental Health, poetry, resilience, Tyrant, wicked witch
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Poem 10
Do some songs make you cry? Does the lyric and haunting melody move you? Do such moments spark a melancholy That spirals you into a past hurt? Do you linger on the line That promotes tears As you retreat further … Continue reading
Friday Fictioneers – The Wedding Dress
Everyday Grandad stood in front of the second hand shop. ‘Hey Grandad, how are you today?’ He’d look at me and say: ‘Good thanks, I’m ok today.’ ‘What are you looking at Grandad?’ ‘She was a beautiful bride, wore a … Continue reading
Poem 9
writers block prohibits me from describing boredom. my boredom generates a tantrum. sit with arms crossed lips in serious pout, stamping of feet for added effect. are you writing this down? bastard! not fair!!!! a poem from my boredom my … Continue reading
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Tagged attitude, bad ass, friendship, journey, UGHHHHHHH, writers block
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Poem 8
when I was small merely a child I could walk in safety on concrete paths simple things would fit my tiny hands a walk to the shop was a norm with threepence knotted in the corner of a hanky. … Continue reading
Prompt 21 My Story
In 1975 I began my career as a teacher. In a few short weeks that career will come to an end. I like to think of my career as a very fortunate one. I have taught in some wonderful schools, … Continue reading
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Tagged drama, journey, life, performance, School, self discovery, Teacher
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Poem 7
our hands define us revealing character, the workers from the artists. your hands, lines deep in wisdom expressive in art and words radiating genuine warmth. when gathered at your feet children congregate listening attentively each word gesticulatory illustrated meaning complete, … Continue reading
Poem 6
As I walked in the fields I stopped by a hedge In the hedge was a small nest In the nest was even smaller fledgling. Before me was new life, precious, unique. I may never see this again, I shall … Continue reading
Poem 5
when I leave will I be missed? will you even notice? or am I just a person, someone you once knew? you cared, that I cared knowing now you don’t cruels me of all hope. you searched me out. my … Continue reading
Ligo Haibun Challenge – Apathy
I sit looking at my life. It is a small bundle of unkempt promises and half realized plans. A lot of gonna’s mixed with a plethora of maybe’s. There is a mess of emotions, a tangle of regrets and … Continue reading