Biography of Lindsey Priest
Fifty-three year old Primary School teacher with Parkinson's Disease - but am still smiling!
Married to Mike and have two lovely daughters, Jenny (24) and Melanie (22) .
If you are reading this - please get in touch and tell me what you think of my poems - honestly.
Lindsey Priest's Works:
I have two - both published by madjockpublishers.co.uk. and available through Amazon.
The first one is called Arc of Dazzling Golden Light and the second is 'How Loud Can I Shout?
Lindsey Priest Poems
Why am I always losing things? Why do they disappear? Here one minute, gone the next, I’m sure I put them near.
Cottage By The Sea
I am looking at a painting Of a cottage by the sea, The waves are lapping gently, And someone ‘s beckoning me
Have you ever been to Yorkshire on a bright and sunny day, I know I am biased, but I really have to say, There’s no better place on earth, and I’ve been to a few, Yorkshire is the very best, well, that’s my view!
Nought per cent finance, what a con! Nought per cent finance, you’re having me on That's the offer that brought me in here, Buying this car is going to cost me dear.
We are going to make a patchwork quilt Before your very eyes, To tell a special story, Which will come as no surprise,
Worry, Worry, Worry
Worry Worry Worry That’s all I seem to do. Worry about everything Especially about you!
We have got to dress up at school, I can tell you we all feel a fool, Even the kids say that it’s not cool, Persuaded to dress up at school.
What is it with men and the remote control Why can't he leave it alone? He is switching from channel to channel, Like a human metronome.
Been to Las Vegas Couldn’t believe my eyes Searing heat and slot machines Took me by surprise.
Cargo Fleet Steel Works Silver Band
I was looking at the census For a relative of mine A task I thought would be easy Just trip down the family line.
Exploded, Riotous colour, Petals bright as sunshine, Splashes of scarlet,
Beaumont Kaye of Fulstone Born in Eighteen Seventy One.
What Are You Going To Do Today?
Paint box beside me, Colour imagined world. A myriad of shades; Bubbles of blue
Black clouds gather In the west, Bluey, inky black, Threatening
What Does It Take?
What does it take
Does it have to reach
The inner-most soul
And pull out from there
Something you had