I'm a University Lecturer who loves teaching, but who is beginning to find that the yen to write from the heart for a non-academic readership is more important than to write from the head for a narrow academic audience of cognoscenti. That said, I have started my own business in France: 'Tonyversity' (www.tonyversity.com) doing management and English coaching for business people and finessing ... more »
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Tony Jolley Poems
Fire on Your Finger
Fire on your finger, Fire in your eye, Fire in your spirit, Fire that won’t die.
(Red) Indian Summer
Today you’d have been a happy-go-lucky girl: A teenager up to your eyes in make-up and Maths, Chatting on MSN and mobile, Reading chick-lit
Your Left Hand
...For my daughter, upon watching her play piano and finding melodies of a beauty so far out of my reach... Your left hand looked a lot like mine – but it wasn’t. Your left hand moved a little like mine – but with far greater grace
The Story of a Life Lost in the Telling
Reflection It didn’t look good, that barely recognisable reflection – Didn’t look at all like it should.
The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, Loaded with significance, Charged with a memory of a reality
Pavements and Partings
The pavement waters parted… No need for a Moses: On one side an old man
About Your Skin
What is it about your skin? I touch you and it is as natural as breathing, As right as being That I don’t even have to think about it.
Pigtails. She had pigtails. Long pigtails: Out of the ordinary pigtails,
The heavy amour rolled through my Poland late last night Gouging and spurting flesh like mud under its tracks, Scouring deep welts down my flanks, Spitting out gristle, guts and gouts of blood
Don’t understand deliberate hurt. Just don’t. Never did.
'The Glorious Dead'
The cenotaph sighs Under weight of the words: A marble-white marker Bridging two worlds.
A not-yet-out-of-nine year-old Gleefully decapitating countless passers-by In a frenzied orgy of Samurai sword slashing Just to revel in how the dark lifeblood
How the Moments Come
Strange. Strange how the moments come; Those moments upon which one’s world turns.
No foregone conclusions No faites accomplis No ducking of decisions No get-out-of-jail-frees;
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
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Fire on Your Finger
Fire on your finger,
Fire in your eye,
Fire in your spirit,
Fire that won’t die.
Fire in the bare bones of being,
Fire to uphold what’s right,
Fire in the heart of darkness,
Fire to fuel Love’s light.
Fire to burn but not consume,
Fire to learn and not assume,
Fire to live and give living room,
Fire to love and sing her tune.