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
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,
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.
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.
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’.
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.
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.
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,
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.
A poet for every soldier, A rose for every gun, A tender place for each crushed face, And every life undone.
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,
I Love Him
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.
I'm capable, articulate and speak with true conviction,
Yet it's written works and reading words that highlight my affliction.
Sometimes I worry silently, the fear just makes me sick,
I fear that people judge me because they think I'm ‘thick'.