Friday Fictioneers – Tackas Goes Fishing.

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Clancy be getting’ over here

What?

It’s a feckin’ body in the water.

No it can’t be.

It is and look the poor feck’s got a hook through his cheek.

You don’t die from a hook through your cheek.

Yer feckin do if it’s tied to a dirty great rock.

The old guy’s been murdered?

I’d say that’s a fair bet Clancy; hardly the sort of thing you do to yourself now is it?

Now I wonder what he did to deserve this?

Could have some thing to do with the feckin’ bream shoved in his mouth you think?

My contribution to Friday Fictioneers and apologies to anelephantcant, couldn’t resist the temptation!!!

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My Last Teacher Post

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Thank you

for investing belief and responsibility in me.

Thank you

for the creative freedom and fulfillment you have allowed me.

Thank you

for the opportunities and successes you have granted me.

Thank you

for the boundaries and resilience you ingrained in me.

Thank you

for continually supporting me these last few years and for doing all you could to make my school days a little easier and more enjoyable.

I’ll never forget how you made school a more lively place with our little waves in the corridor – It’s funny how the little things can sometimes be the most important things!

Thank you

for being an incredible year advisor – we couldn’t have scored anyone better.

Thank you

for all the hard work you put into the school camps and your advice when problems were discussed.

Thank you

for the amazing two and a bit years.

Thank you

Mr G for being the best drama teacher in the world

Thank you

for being such an incredible teacher.

Thank you

for helping me develop in drama,

Thank you

You’re the kind of teacher who is irreplaceable and will be sorely missed.

Thank you,

you are the best teacher I have ever had and I will miss you so much.

Thank you

for everything, you’re amazing.

Thank you,

For the help and direction you gave me when I felt lost in dealing with my son.

Thank you

for the help and advice.

Thank you,

for the help you gave to my grandson and my family.

Thank you,

for the kindness and compassion you have continually shown to my daughter, she may not have stayed at school if it hadn’t been for you.

 

I want to say thank you

even though there is no way

it can be enough.

 

The above lines are taken from the cards and letters I have received this week.

This is the last post I shall make re: me being a teacher. I think posting this and writing this is part of my coming to terms with what I have achieved when I always thought I was just doing my job. Thank you for your patience in allowing me this self indulgence.

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Poem 63

The Wound

It took me days

To work up courage to say goodbye

Knowing you would be devastated,

You had multiple answers to anything I said

You could argue my fault

Have me believe.

But an end has to come

For both of us to move on.

 

Now it is said

Tears streak your cheek

The realisation, the pain

Of knowing it was coming.

Strain now over

The temptation to say

Why are you doing that?

You’d be better with a cat.

 

 

The humiliation

I suffer from

That statement

Has scared me forever.

Left me with no worth

I will go off and hide

Withdraw

Never to inflict myself

On another hapless woman.

 

I take my leave, pack a few things

The need to get away

Outweighs all sense and what’s what.

I drive away, knowing a weight is removed

But to admit failure again

Is the next greatest task.

I ponder my words as drive towards home.

 

You demand my attention

You call me in

You don’t understand why I have left as I did

You never could see the pain of your words

That each interaction cut deeper and deeper

Leaving my listless, emotionally bereft.

 

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Poem 62

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did you know I have

an askew head

as I looked into the mirror

tonight to my amazement

there it was, a head not straight.

truth is

my glasses are dead straight

they sit rather oddly

at an angle I can’t fathom.

until I looked and saw

my head is all wrong.

this I say

as a warning

for should you ever

cross my path

you may be horrified to see

the man with straight as straight eye wear

upon his crooked head.

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Poem 61 – Teacher

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Today wondrous things happened

I was given gifts

I never expected

Mementos of how

I have impacted on lives

Hugs and best wishes,

A rare event in any teacher’s life.

My understanding of my own worth

Realised

With acclamations of affection and thanks

Photos, gifts and a film of me and them,

Interviews and the like,

What made him such a good teacher?

It appears the excitement, the energy,

Commitment and purpose.

Kids loved coming to my class,

The highlight of many a day

They said.

So I am content that my time was well spent

I can now relax

Knowing my job was well done.

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Prompt 34 “My first…” – Me

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My life has been full of firsts

First breath, steps, school,

First love, kiss, date,

First time at sport,

First day as an educator

Trembling in front of my first class.

Success, failure, go hand in hand.

From out of these firsts

Emerges the man I am.

Looking forward never back

Towards my next first.

For each new first brings a story,

adventure

Travel,

Trepidation,

Exploration,

always lessons

About humanity and myself.

Each small first is in my making,

The mystery, the delight,

Depends how you perceive

Me who pens these lines.

In all his humility

Reaches out

Seeks his place

And

Responds,

Sincerely.

For mindlovemisery’s prompt ‘My first’ at: http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2013/12/15/prompt-34-my-first/

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Light – d’verse

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Christmas morning,

From five thirty down under

Strong morning sun,

Heat biting so early,

Warm day threatens,

Children awake

Toys explored

Parents awakened

Sleepily turn in their beds

Hearing children frolicking

The morning a blaze with heat

Humidity rising.

Christmas light until beyond eight pm

A long day,

Feasting, laughter

Celebration

Family and friends

It’s how we do it

In singlet and shorts.

 

For d’verse lights or candles.

 

 

 

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Poem 60

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There’s a hole in my heart

Self inflicted once again

My own ego punctured holes

Believing the unbelievable

Lanced through from my own ignorance.

Stepping in shit when I should know better

For dreams are just

Figments of imagination.

Long ago I learned

The difference between fantasy and reality

Reality hits you in the face,

Fantasy crushes your heart,

Leads you to unforgivable places

Where you imagine love lives

Only to find a barren desert.

Stranded, ridiculed, humiliated

While around you

The learned smile and shake their heads

Wondering why you never learn

Why you commit the same sin

Over and over, leaving you

Desolate, abandoned, useless

Ashamed of behaviours

That have left you shattered.

But knowing not too long from now

You’ll succumb again.

For that is the nature of your love.

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D’Verse – Tim

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I have looked at you across our fence

Our friendship gate is what joins us now,

You tilling in your garden

Me looking at my weeds,

Wishing I could get down and rip them out.

You in your garden rich in produce

Proudly displaying the recent success

Asparagus it was, like never before.

I found a flower on my wild geranium

Showing it off, smile on my face.

I am unique among gardeners

My pedigree weeds flourish

On the neglect I afford them,

While you dear friend, with riches aplenty

Now face an even greater challenge

As nature takes its toll on you.

You say to me “I think I’m fucked.’

I say, ‘Not yet, the sun is shining,

Let’s go out and dig some more.’

My neighbour Tim has recently been told he has Parkinson’s Disease. It is a terrible blow for him and me, as I love him as my neighbour, and as a fellow human being. He is a strong man’s man and has a huge battle ahead of him just coming to terms with what this disease will mean to him.

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Friday Fictioneers – Boots

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Today I received my first pair of boots.

The first I have ever owned. Prior to today boots were hand me downs or ones scavenged from the dump.

Shoes are a luxury, but a necessity. They have saved me from untold injuries at the dump.

But today I have new ones.

Given to me by the missionaries.

They have said I can wear them to school.

School, I have heard of such a place.

Learning they said will give you choices.

School will show you the world.

My shoes, so strong and sturdy, will take me places, out of here.

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