Best Leavers Poems
There are guys who are lovers,
And guys who are leavers.
Guys that are thoughtful,
Guys who are deceivers.
Some just wanna make you smile,
And some who are just plain rude.
There's guys who show respect,
While others only want you nude.
There's guys who just wanna have sex,
And guys who want something more.
Guys who will shatter your heart,
And guys to pick it up off the floor.
There's two types of guys out there,
Wondering around on this earth.
Guys who don't care at all,
And guys who know your worth.
There's guys that like to play games,
And guys who wanna settle down.
Some who don't care of you cry,
And some who would never make you frown.
There's spiteful guys and cheaters,
The ones who have no heart.
Guys who are simply amazing,
Who love you from the start.
Guys who never ever call,
Guys who blow up your phone.
Guys who cancel plans,
Guys who won't leave you alone.
So when you finally find a guy,
Make sure he's the right choice.
And if you choose the wrong one,
Stand up and don't lose your voice.
Another Time Another Place
Push back the great clocks leavers
With giant Godly hands
Roll over the years
Reverse this tocking tick
And redesign sweet destiny
Find for me
Another fate
In a different time
Where my wanderings
And travelings
Took an uncommon path
To the present
Cut a chunk from my days
And make again younger
Less wise ways
To treat with impetuous
Dreaming
Let me not stay in Europe’s
Home of familiar
Let me instead
Fly the Oceans
To land in America
And there to find the
Mating souls poetry of another
I found in these meanderings
So much later
Give me back the spent seconds
I never noticed
To capture
All this knowing
Lead my feet then quietly
On ponderings
Secret spirit of my lover
Take back my hand
So love burdens your hours
With smiles
And just for the sake
Of love
Fly me
Lead me
Entreat me again
With your sweet destiny
Lift me to America
And by a lake
Of blue grass
Where flutters a fall
Red
In her colour-ed
She waits
Let me find
In another time
And in another face
Sweet destiny
Let me
Find
Her
The Bloody Brexit
It should have been so simple
There was a referendum
People voted leave
And Britain should have withdrawn
In an orderly fashion; but no.
The remainders wouldn’t here
Of it and the spectacle become undignified.
One would think the UK didn’t exist
Before the EU it did.
Boris Johnson is an opportunist he is
Not remotely interested either way
He wants power
And the American why of health service
The leavers should not entertain him
But continue their fight to let Britain
Go its own way.
DISAFFECTION
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares...
This is society's news I'm reading,
Disaffection and tales of lemmings,
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares,
Homeless youth, street sleeping,
Drug overdoses away they're sweeping,
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares,
School leavers, forever unemployed,
Dystopia is being deployed,
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares,
Drug ravaged teens,
Rapes and stabbing their scenes,
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares,
Disaffection is poverty and crime,
Young armed robbers doing time,
To any politician,
Tell someone who cares,
This is society's news I'm reading,
Anything else our nation could be doing?
To any politician,
Do any of you really care?
Maybe I'm talking to myself, my dears.
“With Education you can change the world”
I was a fly on the wall and I saw... The “discriminating few” students take many steps back, In giving values, ethics and morals the sack, Whilst cultivating fear in the hearts of a divided nation And rejecting dignity in search of debt relaxation.
I was a fly on the wall and I saw... Potential school leavers view the status quo void of hope: From the “frying pan” of the challenges of OBE life Into the cauldron of the “#FMF” strife, they ponder, Or the ‘opportunity cost’ of joining the UIF queue: With bleak futures on the horizon, they search for a tunnel light to ensue...
I was a fly on the wall and I saw...
Two decades ago a proud nation take a forward stance, Shepherding an era that elevated every unified plea, Touching hearts and transforming minds at every fleeting chance; Heralding Madiba’s legacy of forgiveness, reconciliation and peace...
I was also a fly on the wall when Madiba said: “Education is the most powerful weapon one can use to change the world”.
So distorting the view, a discriminating few seemed to misconstrue: That by “Using strife to change the world, ‘Free Education’ falls into your lap”. And as the smoke clears, it doesn’t allay many fears, ‘Cause the precedence that caused many tears, Is doomed to widen the generation gap...
Ronald W. Springfield
13th July 2016
Theresa May
PM today
What say
All they?
TM MT
Similarity?
Yes, maybe
Harsh? Reality?
What say
All they?
The Anti-stay
Got their way
Leavers perplexed?!
Remain vexed!?
GB soon Brexed!!
Economy hexed??
What say
All they?
About rights, fair play,
Trading, minimum pay?
Social Justice…
Can we trust this?
Or hidden ‘Rightists’
Just like ‘Thatcherists’?
There I was in the first period of afternoon
very nervous on my first day at high school
I was called to headmasters office no less
he'd heard of my stammer, hey this guy's cool
I knew about this guy was a former boxer
6 foot 4 strong as an ox no prisoners he took
but to me was gentle, kind and so helpful
wanted me to start speech therapy, I was shook
So started it I did after the school day ends
always be thankful for that guy for his care
though therapy only helped very little
it was a start of my journey I was to dare
Now some three years later my final day
which was in fact not to be really at all
my only day of truant was that last time
for all leavers were to receive their final call
That call for the lads was a shaving kit
to stand among all the school was too much
so much easier never to return to school
always better to go on in life to find my touch
School days formes our characters
through many experiences comes our way
how we react to these marks us through
in our life indeed there will be our stay
(* This I wrote after my previous poem "GODS QUESTIONS", as I felt that it was a more realistic and honest way in which we try to understand God... both poems express different sides of the story)
God could you please convey
what it was I heard you say
why do children die so young
what of worldly wars unsung
who allows the poor to starve
when pain and illness make life hard
Oh God please could I complain?
you have grafted my soul through your grief
yet worldly pain steals our faith and belief
sons with failures--liars and foolish
thieves will always stray
ailing ramblers--lost and found
friends will still betray
whores and angels—cheating men
leavers never stay
separated--young orphan lives
twisted forever grey
racial haters—war creators
politicians get their way
lonely widows—distant fathers
givers move away
soulful saints—fallen warriors
preachers always pray
cynic doubters—fearful mothers
faith tested every day
Please explain- Mercy, Grace, Peace and Love in Your Eternal land above
© Kim van Breda—March 2014
It's not that I am helpless
I just can't help myself,
and as your memories call
I answer, and teardrops fall.
But a dream or two ago
we'd trade a kiss hello,
a greeting of two lovers
with a new life to uncover.
In sorrow that we fell apart
my heart fumbles in the dark
in an ever-changing world
with all of life a-whirl.
Missing what was meant to be
and stug'ling with what I now see;
I see we're both be-leavers. . .
. . .leaving all behind.
All the Little Pieces That made me broken
He inspired me
His happiness lit up a room
But happiness can be deceiving
We didn't know that life
Was what you were leaving
No sooner after
Did a girl fight for her life
Until one day she was beaten by cancer
Until one day we lost her
Why couldn't they switch
A girl who deserved to live
and a boy who didn't
In the broken world
Full of takers and leavers
I'm standing on the edge
Is a girl this broken worth saving
On the Red Carpet and Beyond
They want a red carpet theme for their school leavers' ball. This is my didactic rendering.
Today you are stars and the red carpet is spread
Rolled out for you to, with cool class, tread
For in this movie aptly called, Life in High School,
You've starred remarkably as hero, villain and fool.
Romance, sport, drama, every possible genre
To your credit, you have done much honour
So the carpet is red, out there quite ready to greet
Snazzy outfits, suits, gowns and well-heeled feet
But remember, dear friends, today is but just a day
The lights, they will sizzle, pop and then fade away
And once we are done with the glitz and glamour
Of the raucous laughter and all the clamour
Life will move on and the carpet will, in the distance recede
You will be thrust into a world that will judge your every deed
It will be harsh, cruel, nasty, full of spite
'Twill touch every nerve throw challenges tight
Yes, today is your day and the red carpet is there
Enjoy what it offers, even its tiniest fare
Recall memories of the many moments spent
Of the mischief and the rules you quietly bent
But remember there is tomorrow when the lights go out
And you begin to struggle, wondering what life's all about
When the carpet upon which you did gracefully stroll
Has given way to terrain where you stumble, ride or roll.
You will have life, on a red carpet, just for today
What tomorrow brings no Oracle can truly say
Still, when upon that carpet you tread tonight
Look back, smile, and say, I have done alright."
Look ahead, also, when for the cameras you pose
Look in to the future and with daring suppose
All that you can, with your many talents achieve
So that, in your life, many gifts this world will receive.
If age is a constant then daydreams and nightmares
will cease to exist when the best of life is achieved
as maturity stabilizes at a level of immaturity favors
the innocence in confidence-mired ill-retrieved
those hopelessly enwrapped by rhetorical triggers
stemmed by the proposer amongst the ill-believed
'tis liken a heist at gunpoint to corner those regretters
to have brains (methinks) to cusps their mind deceived
and churned their souls to enter their relievers
and entertain the premature notion that they conceived
participants to ascertain the wherewithal of achievers
better or best consciously the line of inquiry perceived
to mull over and enter the zone as one of the leavers
to post with the best, to the winners be my best-wished.
She finally left
She has left her premiership
This ungainly woman displaying her diabetes
On her arm like a diamond-studded decoration.
She has wrecked the consensus in Britain
And that was the plan, everything to make life
Bearable for Jeremy Coburn.
The working classes used the referendum as a protest
Against austerity, the rich leavers for opportunism.
The Tory party has done everything they can
Stopping Britain becoming a socialist party that
Will take transport, water, gas and oil back to
The people and give NHS founding to treat the sick
In our society, and equal society where no one is
Left behind and sleep in the streets.
But suspect the conservative, and the rich will do
Anything to stop this madness they have much to lose
And no newspapers are telling you the truth.
It’s going to blow.
The saxophone sexuality
of a volcanic slumber
has become a thundering in our hearts.
We feel it in the thigh of being
and in the strung valleys
of elbows and knees.
Olives groves and vineyards
tremble in their green dreams.
Village churches stumble
over their stone steps.
Black bedecked widows
plead their prayers under the clamor
of evermore strident bells.
Forewarnings rumble everywhere,
molten threats menace,
hazards hover,
hang and heap upon our heads.
The quaking cone seems nearer.
We tread water upon fretful tracks
the land leans,
is less latched together,
leavers and the lost
move more slowly
wading through
the darkling dust of history,
Imagining now the terraced hills
already sliding to the sea.
As well as celebrating Christmas time
two days later every year is my birthday
so that would mean double celebration
leaving one wordless nothing to say
One of the best gifts came aged 15, 1968
then I left school for good never to return
this was great for school days I hated
what joy I felt to leave full of the sun
Even then in 1968, I left one day early
this being my only time played truant did I
especially as all leavers got a gift of shave kit
the embarrassment made one want to die
But school was now in the past
employment into the future now next
such relief no more awful school dinners
eat Mum's lunch packs such a tasty blast
So freedom arrived beside Christmas
many lovely pressies which were only temp
one day all these lovely things would end
history would bring me a freedom friend
(I have written this remembering Christmas memories aged 15 in 1968 when I left school and all that it meant.)