A year filled with gifts

January brought us a family home
February then stripping, painting and groans
March was the start of the bathroom disaster
April's DIY went a little bit faster
May meant SATs and a horror show gone wrong
June- rehearsals of Joseph's danced and songs
July said goodbye and good luck to year six
August colours were blue and white getting ready for our little light!
September blessed us with Dylan, the best gift
October- filled with nappies and endless nights
November - Dylan slept through to our delight
Which brings us to December, came round way too fast
This year's plan to make 2018 last!
Hope you all had a wonderful, loving year
And Matt, Dylan and I wish you a 2018 full of cheer!

Twas the Friday before SATs

Twas the Friday before SATs, when all through the school

Not a cheer could be heard, just a muffle from the hall

The pencils were sharpened and laid out with care

In the hope that the cleaners would leave them there

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of test papers danced in their heads

And Sir in his suit n tie and I in my dress

Just settled our brains for hopeful weekend rest

When a few rooms down, there arose a clatter

I sprang from the desk to see what was the matter.

Away to the classroom I flew like a flash,

There was my TA throwing posters in the trash

The words on the wall, written with such care

Gave away too many clues if the children should stare

Now all my walls, bare and white

Were a ghastly reminder, an awful sight

Monday morning bought the S. A. Ts

The children crying with nervous pleas

One standardised test for all to see

Like testing a fish by asking him to climb a tree

But soon it will pass and the fog will lift

And teachers can use their precious gift

Teaching through games and life and fun

So bring it on government tests- we're almost done! 

Why We Remember

Written as a model for my class...yup that's right I am now officially a year 6 teacher. I am hoping, now I am in a new routine and settled I can start writing again. I have missed posting. Anyways, this poem is for a Remembrance Sunday English lesson. 

Why We remember

Gnawing hunger inside my gut

Metal as cold as ice against my lips

Bland taste to ease the pain

Rations don’t go far these days

Spikes like devil horns, keeping us safe?

Mud crawls and creeps into my boots

Winter bites at my face

These trenches are a cage

Lying letters take themselves to safety

Tears escape my eyes and burn my cheeks

Feeling as lonely as a prisoner

But I am surrounded by others

Thunderous explosions rumble in the trench

Bullets rain down like hail over our heads

Fighting like beasts, falling like men

This is war, this is why we remember.

By L Warnock

This is a very short poem written a while back, I found it in my diary when reading through old entries. 

Bruised

They'll ask what happened to me that day
One slip back, that's what I'll say
Smiles and hugs with gentle words
They don't believe what they just heard.

Red Art...

A different style of poem to normal, someone asked if my poems all had the same rhythm to them and I realised the majority did! So I thought I would try something new; Quite dark for my first poem in a few months, enjoy!



Shh now
Need sleep
More drink
Dreams creep
Night time
Dark thoughts
Day time
face taught
Sharp blade
Cold heart
Pain made
Red Art
Words hurt
Hurt heals
Dumb girl
Blood spills

It.

Written a while back, I think new years eve perhaps. For readers that are not close friends my Soldier has left me, he decided he'd be happier not to be in the relationship. Hence the rename, I do feel like a lost soul and I think I will for a very long time, but day by day it will get easier right? 

Love has such power over those who feel it

Love can make strong or break those that show it

Love only exists for those who believe in it

Love can destroy those who rely on it

Lov can hold up, keep safe those that protect it

Love doesn't need to be wanted to give it

Love is what love is and all of us deserve it 

What happens?

What happens when you just don't know

How make the bad feelings go

What happens when you can't work out

Whether to smile or to scream and shout

What happens when memories wont disapear

And remind you of all the things you fear

What happens when the one you need

Is the one who's made you bleed?

Let me tell you a story, Kyle Boyd

This is a poem by a friend of mine. He has given me permision to put it on here. I don't know the meaning behind it but feel free to comment and I will get hos replies. 

Let me tell you a story

By Kyle Boyd

Let me tell you a story, about Heaven and about Hell

First though, know this: Jesus loves me and He loves you as well

 

“I am three-and-three-quarters”, I proudly exclaim

To the kind-looking gentleman, who asked me my age

 

He’s my mummy’s new friend, and they both love to share

They share kisses and cuddles, and he plays with her hair

 

I have loads of friends, like my mummy does, too

But mummy’s friends kiss her, that’s not what mine do

 

Her friend knows I love sweeties; I’m too young to know bribes

So indeed I indulged, as I watched them imbibe

 

Mummy smelled some white sand and couldn’t hold up her head

But just like Prince Charming, her friend took her to bed

 

Said he’d take care of me, too; and would help me prepare

For a special kind of love, and I need not be scared

 

I learned love can be hidden, and with a warm, calm resolve

He reached inside me to find it, but instead took my soul

 

“I’m twenty-fucking-five”, I bark with disgust

To the posh twat who thinks I’m forty, who I met on the bus

 

I only asked him for a drink, coz the dole didn’t pay

“Don’t effin’ flatter yourself, mate. You ain’t my type, anyway”

 

Loads of people love me, not just when I’m on my back

Kisses are overrated anyway, kisses don’t pay for smack

 

They know how much I need it, and desperation has no bounds

So indeed they indulge; I do my shift on the ground

 

I remember once, I did care, about what they thought

I tried to love, but what can I do? I’m just a filthy fucking whore

 

Of course, one day, my life gave up; though God, He knew me true

Now I can be free of all my wrongs, but this story is for you

 

We were blessed with choice, though choice can lead us stray

That little girl wanted to love, but sin took her away

 

If nothing else, then understand, that we are not to judge

Sometimes we’re wrong, so why not set, our default mode to ‘love’?

Unsure

Needing comfort more than ever but cannot turn to you

Life falling around me but I don't know what to do

Small things matter when big things go wrong

Turns out Ive relied on your stregnth for too long

Feelings left on egde and emotions still unsure

What happens if I cannot cope with anymore

Bad things happen and our stories must go on

Even if the life you knew is well and truely gone 

Confused

One minute I am a princess, the sparkle in your eye

The next, just a girl who's realising the lie

So although you're the one who I am angry at

Your the one I turn to, Try to explain that?

Drawn to your smile, your welcoming touch

But want to run mile because you confuse me so much

My brain is struggling to keep up with my heart

Leaves me forgotton and lonely right back at the start

Creative Poems

Hi, so yesterday I had training for my new job as a student ambassador; we took part in a creative poem activity that the scheme runs in primary schools. Below are the poems created by the activities I completed :) 

1.
Salfords Salvation provides and broken City
Adebayor pays his way to the wonder
King furious at Terrence Malick's mystic love story
NOW build on your strengths the look of love
Hearts deserve rewards in Dreams...

2.
Climbs through spirals
Swoop above sky
Falls beneath blue
traces pattern flies

3.
Bright waves dance
Waves words wings
Silver sparks beneath air
Waters, Dance.
Fish.

It's just a Game

Hello, been keeping myself so busy lately I haven't really had time to write, but the last few nights I have not been sleeping well so I thought this might help me tonight, get a few creative words out before bed. This poem does have personal significance to me, it is not one of my best but I hope it's enjoyed.

It's just a Game

Emotions play by their own rules

Controlling me, it feels so cruel

Knowing my personality at length

Using my weaknesses and strengths

Like a puppet I smile and sing

Until they pull upon my string

Then its up to them to choose

Whether I'm happy or have the blues

One day slides into the next

They decide I am feeling stressed

Late at night trying to sleep

Into my dreams, sad thoughts creep

When they allow excitement to appear

Its usually followed by nerves and fear

You know that we are just their fools

When Emotions play by their own rules

Conflict

Been struggling with inspiration recently so haven't written anything that's worth a post. However I am a little bit down at the moment, just hormones going nuts I think, but anyways I wrote this to clear my head. Hope you like it. 

Conflict

Put your trust in someone again,
Hope they never cause you pain.
Never learn from your mistakes,
Who's to blame when your heart aches?

This time, I know, it will be fine
We agreed he's always been mine
And I his, it's not one way
All relationships are grey.

How can you fall for it again,
You know it'll be just the same
Weeks down the line, maybe more
You'll be walking out the door.

Maybe so, but its worth a try
Even if he makes me cry
Why can't everybody just see
That I love him, and he loves me.

Words are Easier when Written

So this was written a few nights ago during a a very emotional night. I am not feeling like it anymore but hand wrote it and haven't had time to type it out and post. It is based on a book I am reading by Jodi Picoult and the picture at the bottom is one I drew before writing it.  

Stomach knotted, head a mess
So much I have to confess
He is the one, so how's it fair
That he finds it hard to even care.
I know it;s over, that's what right
But I won't go without a fight.
Maybe a week, maybe more
I will find him at my door,
Autumn may pass, winter may fall
And I will wait for his call.
Found it difficult to express
What I thought was for the best,
Now, pen to paper it's easy to say
How I feel in a rhyming way.

Missed Call

This ones miserable I'm afraid and personal. At the moment my summer job means that getting to talk is really hard and we are barely speaking once a week :( a mixture of army hours and EF hours have also meant we cannot see each other as we had hoped. So this poem is written when I am sort of cross but also trying to get past the fact that it's not all his fault. Enjoy. 

Hearing your machine I clench my teeth

Draw in a breath and try to stay sweet

'Hi baby just calling to see how you are,

I know its not long but Friday seems far'

'Its been a few days since we last spoke,

Maybe your laptop or phone is broke.'

I know its not true and I don't want to care

But it really is hard not having you there. 

Distance is meant to make hearts grow fonder

But yours drifts off and goes for a wander. 

Two more calls, I promise myself 

Then I will put the phone on the shelf. 

Again no answer, I make excuses

In two minds I battle, one always loses

Roll on my side and hug my pillow

I let myself droop like and old weeping willow

You will see your phone, and know I tried

Listen to my message, and know I lied

Apologies come at morning light

But they cannot take back the lonely night.

Here is also my first picture post of me and Luke. This was at his pass out parade.  

Untitled??

Been at my summer job since Thursday, all is going well :) I will post some pics soon and I'm sure some summery poems. Not in a sad mood tonight but was feeling creative also wrote this in my journal and thought I would post it. I don't know what to call this one, any suggestions welcome :) 

Untitled???

I write out texts but don't click send

Waiting for you drives round the bend

The days are long without you there

And it feels like you just don't care

Your job leaves you wiped by six p.m

But my day only finishes then

Distance grows as days go on

The longer I wait the more goes wrong

Counting down until every weekend

Our relationship uses these to mend

We tall and cuddle, shout a bit

When we're together my world is lit

I use the hours we get to share

To remind myself you really do care

Although it gets harder to say goodbye

It does get easier not to cry.