Teedy was born in Sheffield, Yorkshire, England in 1966. The only child of working class parents, Teedy attended Bradford University and qualified as a teacher.
Blessed with the gift of dyslexia Teedy has made writing one of her specialist subjects and poetry is her greatest love. Teedy draws a great deal of inspiration from 'people watching' and her own experiences of 'Northern ... more »
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Teedy Dawn Poems
Ode To My Gynaecologist
As I lay down upon your bed, A million thoughts run through my head, Not least of all, I have to wonder, Why you chose to work ‘down-under’.
I fear my little child. I fear that she will not feed and grow strong and healthy, I fear that she will stop breathing when I am out of the room or selfishly asleep,
It really is annoying when you can't read black on white, You just get lost so easily because you can't tell left from right. When words all look like pictures and letters jump around, And mathematics baffles you because it has no sound.
Its mammography day, ‘hip hip hooray’, I’m really not that scared, I’ve had a few; I’m quite expert and thoroughly prepared. The waiting room is always cold and full of anxious faces,
Tears Fall From The Statue Of Liberty
Oh America. Can’t you hear her? Your mother is crying. She mourns her lost sons and daughters who blood lies sacrificed on some other distant shore.
Soap By The Washbowl
Small piece of white, marbled soap, Sitting neatly beneath the china bowl.
One Morning I Woke Up Dead
No more the gentle song of spring, No more the touch of anything, No more the guiding, tender hand, No more to walk upon this land.
Blessed Are The Peacemakers
Blessed are the peacemakers, For they strive to bring order to a world of chaos and uncertainty, They bring hope to those whose guardians have rejected them and forced them to a live a life without choice.
Lets Visit Grandma (Ironic)
What this? Oh God, I’m really in a stew, My kids have arrived and I don’t know what to do. I didn’t pick up the phone and drew the blinds down low,
Only child. Lonely child. The symbol of perfection, in my father's eye, A life of expectations, which naturally were high.
Tell Me How To Stop Loving You
Tell me how to avoid the places where we used to go, Tell me how to ignore people that we used to know, Tell me how to throw away your shirt, Tell me how to hide the hurt.
The Teachers Lament
At first, things were fine; we got on quite well, Sharing our thoughts we started to gel The hours that we spent together were few But, they meant such a lot and all of us knew
Who’s Afraid Of The Dark?
What’s that tapping at the windowpane? Why it’s only the sound of the wind and the rain. What’s that shadow upon the blind? Why it’s only a tree with the moon’s light behind.
The Sweet Smell Of Success
There were those that said no; And those that said yes, But the ones who said no won the address. The ones who said yes felt depressed and downhearted,
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Ode To My Gynaecologist
As I lay down upon your bed,
A million thoughts run through my head,
Not least of all, I have to wonder,
Why you chose to work ‘down-under’.
Was it on a Sunday, when
You heard your call to oestrogen,
Or was just an aspiration,
To give your life to lubrication.
And in that instance was there bliss,
As you leapt in - to the abyss,
Did you proclaim with beating heart,
‘I know, I’ll study ladies parts! ’
Please tell me, what is so appealing,
About legs that flop and face the ceiling
What must you think or comprehend,
As you gaze down at each ...