Biography of Teedy Dawn
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 life'.'Poetry is a wonderful art form for capturing and reflecting the diverse and often complex world in which we live'. Teedy's favourite poets are W H Auden and Wilfred Owen. 'Give me the true, harsh, grit of realism over flowers and nightingales any day! '
'If I died I would like to be reborn as John Cooper Clarke' Teedy xxx
Teedy Dawn Poems
Piano Boy (In Tribute To Tim Burton And...
Harold and Betty, a nice couple I’m told, Adopted a boy, just seven days old. This perfect arrival, so rosy and sweet, Gave Harold and Betty a family complete.
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.
If hell is other people...then you are my road to heaven, I trust you with my life and would offer mine in return, To you my imperfections are of no consequence, You do not speak harshly of me to others,
I Love Him
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.
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,
The magazines are old and tired, with bits missing in some places,
The crosswords’ just a relay race to hand on empty spaces.
I sit in line with other gals, our breasts all at the ready,
And hope the radiographer’s hands are warm, confident and steady,