The Pleasure’s All Mine as it is Yours
Wetted tips
As light as silken rose pips
Almost alight
Nibble tight on glinted dew
Snow drop over the edge
Spit at refracted fruits
Carve sweet juice into starving flesh
Nothings quench the thirsty necks of stems
Watch them drip whispers on wanton petals ripe for the pinching
Lick them before they split
They are yours in abundance
Harvest my face
Hold it in your hands
In fingers that grow berries
Thumb chins and peel in
To my core
Labour sugared oils into pummelled nectar
Work soft into tired skin
Spring from the flower bed
Down in dirts and soils
Germinating
Growing tender loving monoculture
Bite gently the words of heavy love into chests
Firm around breath
Precious heirloom links
Chain up limbs held up to sink
Two bedazzled fools
Bejewelled
Encrusted with mouths wide open in sounds
Kneel
Gently tap the wanting wetness
Smack with intelligent hands the fat of lands
Grip the small of arching backs
Open now as wide as that
Fields outstretched that frame your head
Hook and tongue that pierce the shed
Circulate the yonic shape
That gates her oracle of pleasure
Now
Tease the easing fronds of my waist
Let me look and see you straight
Stand above
I lie as bait for the surgeon
Chopping down the wooded patch
Patience
Made to wait until springtime
For you to blossom over me
As I Iay in your allotment
Naked
Before you
Unearthing buried words
Healing gestures once cut shy of the node
Nude
We are making
Taking pleasure
In you
In my pleasure
I am pleased
Eased and reborn
By our love
You inspire
Biodiversity in movement
Fluency of breath
Grown
Changed by our creation
04/03/26
Passionflower
Pregnant with blossom
The passionflower is poised
Ripe with milk petals
Pipping outwards with brimming life
Ready to pop
Soon to ooze campions
Two little forget-me-nots
Remember me yes
How we were once sunflowers
Growing in farm soils
Seasoned, grown the nest
Developing breasts
Fit to function
Sapping nourishment
Dripping vitamins
Born to feed
Her two nigella seeds
Fit to burst
Flowering stems who stem directly from the center
Drawing life from the pillar of you
Of glorious sister
Our powerful , flourishing passionflower
12/11/25
Good MoUrning
Resources sent at 9
PM
Train delayed
Apathy
Skint, but paid the hefty fine
Sat in the taxi
Up since five
Baptism of fire
I go in blind
Good Morning
Today you will deliver
A PowerPoint
You’ve never seen before
Quiver
To a group of people
You’ve never met before
Children who have seen the worst
Children whose futures
Are driven round in a hearse
People who are treated worse
Than you can ever imagine
Famine
Damaged
Oh - you’ll manage
Good Morning sexual assault
Welcome, look out for knife crime
True or false you can get murdered online
It’s called attempted suicide
Are you awake
Are you aware of climate change
Good
Good Mourning
Your future’s fucked
Trigger warning kids
Your teacher is in mourning
She had to beg
To attend a funeral
She isn’t equipped
She’s set up to fail
Off the rails with lack of detail
From her manager
Undiagnosed
Special Educational Needs
No paperwork? No Proof? No EHCP?
Clearly, no support worker needed
Non medial seizures?
Self harming in class - but no bleeding
Not a cause for concern
I’ll put it down as a TSG
Poor mental health and attempts on life?
Easy
Clearly
No support worker needed
Welcome, Good Morning
Sign in to a calculator
Do you compute?
It takes 30 minutes to load
30 minutes to encode
The education these kids are owed
Each cut you make
Cuts our children
Who try to make it
How will our students thrive and learn
When as staff
We do not earn
Enough to catch the bus
Depleted
No energy to make a fuss
Worn thinner than bone
Live in houses we’ll never own
We are tired
We are penniless and assessed
Signed off work with work related stress
Under staffed
Underpaid
Might as well
Be on minimum wage
Underfunded
Under Tory Government
Our children’s days are numbered
Inflation: match it
Or each year we take a pay cut
No ifs and no buts
We’d take action, except we can’t
You pass bills that do not pay us
Education is the square route of opportunity
Community
Give our starving children unity, and a slice of pi
Why Richi, won’t you spare us a fraction
Your actions speak louder than words
Will your push for mathematics
Help you to quantify how little you pay us
Tory tactics
Pay the rich and cut the asthmatics
Abolish the arts that breath the truth
But your data speaks
And we read it
We liquify your threat with paint
When will our pay equate
To the percentage of our fate
We are owed for data duplicates
Motivate then suffocate
Multiply subtracted time
This is measured and far from fine
Far from equal
Break the calculator
Insurmountable unpaid hours
We cower
Weakened under toppling paperwork towers
Scrape the barrel
Prepare for lessons on the toilet
Don’t forget
To do your planning while you eat
Deliver lessons while you sleep
If the building is burning
Will you carry on learning?
It took you eight months
To teach me protocols for fire safety
Safeguarding training?
It can wait
Safety last
Let’s have a laugh
Look past the glassy manager
Blame the begging lower staff
Good Morning Miss Edwards
Today
You will be taught
How to ignore
Your human instincts
How to show
A child the door
A child
Penniless
No weight to weigh
Starving hungry
What five a day?
Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs
How are they to succeed
With no mouths or money to feed
Forgotten dreams of achieving
Self actualisation
I often fear
I often hear
“I didn’t think I’d live this long”
How wrong
They didn’t draw blood
Send them back to get a thud
No
They’re non medical seizures
Let’s call their bluff
It’s full of fluff
They’re attention seeking
Poor mental health is peeking
I am shrieking
But my precaution meets an eye-roll
Worry
Passed off in dismissal
Acute awareness
An empty chair
Run the stairs
To raise the alarm
They left my classroom to self harm
Broken glass
Right up their arms
A web of blood upon their forearm
Spell it out in flesh and rhyme
We caught them in the nick of time
Before they spread their wings to fly
Off of the multi story car park to die
I take pride
I will not roll a lazy eye
Like you did
This child drew blood
Ill mark it in the system as a concern
The child’s at risk
Of your blinded idle eyes
Vulnerable
Spider addled mind
They convinced her
She was toxic
So she walked the corridors at night
Crying
Holding her mother’s kitchen knife
Someone did this to a child
To a beautiful, funny, creative mind
She could have thrived
If my manager had tried
To catch the person
That turned her blind
That turned her sick
That warped her mind
Level 3 sectioning status
On a permanent hiatus
Welcome, Good Morning
My level 2’s
They start at 9
And finish learning
At half past 5
On a Friday
The graveyard shift
God’s single greatest gift
They call me names like fucking bitch
Fuck off you fucking bitch
I don’t shame them
I don’t blame them
They spit at me with weighted phlegm
And I take it because I see them
I see every single person
I see their terror
I see their joy
I see their rage
An empty page
Beyond their heavy venom
Their oppositional defiance
Is a child
Welcome everyone,
Today you are armed
With a sturdy graphite pencil
Use this stencil
Then screw it up
Cut and paste and re-imagine us
Who can define the word symbol?
It is simple and you are symbolic
Draw out a better future
Listen to your tutor
You are bright
It’s colour theory
Don’t be teary
You are warmer than the truth
Embrace and have a look
Still life
A tint of hope
A shade of fate
No time to waste
You paint it straight
We celebrate
With art
We fight the cuts they make
Hello
Good Morning
Wake up
When will you come to realise
That every lesson shapes a life
It starts with loyal staff
But we’re busy fighting fires
Where is this end?
Where is the truth?
I bid you lord to save youth
I’ve Got Piles
I’ve got piles
Piles of paperwork
Pinched
Targets to type up
When?
What free time?
None of it is mine
Our time’s on the line
On hold
Held at paper-point
I daren’t enjoy a jot
What you’re given
Is what you’ve got
There’s no escaping
It’s just how it is
So here’s more paperwork
Prove to me
Why you deserve a pay-rise
I’ve got piles
Piles of unread emails
On my plate
I feel the weight of the work on my shoulders
Folders buckling with bureaucracy
Census points
Rate the student out of ten
Now double the work
Upload it to another system
Cover your back
Block the cistern
Ofsted operate
Through prosthetic systems 
Observing classrooms
A distant loom
I’ve got piles
Piles of data to crunch
Munch on a lunch
Of pot noodle punch
No time to finish it
Not even paid for this
Too busy to break
It’s all take take take take
What’s it like being a teacher?
What is the student experience?
Let me search for it in a file
Microsoft Teams will know the dial
Can you assess it?
Outstanding 
Inadequate 
How will it fit?
One word that changes lives
One word that ended a life
As teachers
We don’t assess with one word
We use many words
We make the time
So why does Ofsted
Put it bluntly
Ending a life
With one simple
Word
Inadequate
“Ofsted insists that school inspections are important”
Teachers insist that their lives are more important
I’ve got piles
Piles of time
Sacked in the wrong sacks
Far too dangerous to climb
Before I topple
I will reach
I will strike
Strike for my time
To be respected
Pay us respect
Greedy Goose
Greedy guts, gobble goose
No more pasta, no more juice
You greedy geese took all the fruit
A long, wasted commute for poor old Mr Bute
Glutenous geese, you gorge and you feast
“Go grab that meat” gorbed porky Pete
His pipes run thick with gastric grease
No food left to feed to poor old Mrs Reese
You hog and you hoard and you hurl and you heave
You bundle and wheeze with toilet paper knees
Can’t swipe nor wipe with vegan mac n cheese
Poor old Mrs Brown, she’s covered in faeces
Guzzling goose, you gobble and squabble
You grab the last grapefruit and run home to your rabble
The only thing left is a Polish Pot Noodle
Garble and gurgle goes poor old Eric Herble
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In shadows they cower, the aisles they scour
Only scattered bread rolls on the long checkout counter
Troll emptied shelves, they left no more flour
These gees leach the gluten at Gertrude’s final hour
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Gormandizing geese, you gurgle like beasts
You grunt and you gasp at gorgonzola treats
You’ve stockpiled your pockets and filled up your briefs
No compassion, nor kindness, benevolence deceased
Shop assistant Ernie, turns around and says firmly,
“Serves you right sneaky Shirley, your hoard of bread has gone curly
They raced to the store, they thought they were early
Twas’ a long, wasted journey for Mr and Mrs Fernley
Greedy fat geese, You gulp up your grub
You slurp like a twerp at your gallon of gravy
We begrudge every gargle, every glug that you take
No grapes and no gallantry, only gargling pantries