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Joy Ceye Aug 2017
My grandfather kept everything
but I remember the egg
upon his shelf
that we gave him
and it sat for years
in his gold shell
never loosing shape on the outside
just sometimes
the glasses
nose
and smile
might shift
if you looked in a certain light
or from a different angle
but it sat looking at him
as his insides decayed
still oval, whole
slightly faded
until
he
went
and I unwrapped his foil
only to find
dust.
Joy Ceye Jul 2017
flames with pulses
throbbing with desire
certain impulses
lighting up a fire

tinder and match
casting plenty of fish
drowning catch
seas of loneliness

false hope there lies
feelings so blue
masks of disguise
until I found you
First thoughts on joining a dating website.
Joy Ceye Jul 2017
'Can I come up today?' gasped the innocent guy,
'My bus ticket's lost and do you know why?
The way on this road is so steep and uphill
And certain things stop me and give me that thrill'

'Yes, yes, yes, keep on climbing' said  I
'If you make it up here then I will not try
To keep you enclosed in my black, dark den
Let nothing detain you and arrive not past ten'

'Are you tired my dear?  I echoed out loud,
'Take off those shoes and don't be so proud
Rest on my bed and take a little time
My curtains are blowing, my sheets are just fine'

'No, no, no, just resting'  he vowed
'Need to get away from the voice and the crowd
And put my hands on a full pair of *******
So I'm staggering up here to forget all the rest'

'Dearest friend, now what shall I do?'
I have you here and the bus ticket too!
A party parcel, a knife and a slice
Cut it in pieces and it feels quite nice.
Joy Ceye Jun 2017
I hear the calling
But cannot put into
Words the emotions
Of trying to find a lost love
Only understanding the sound
That no-one will ever comprehend
Like
Who
You
Or
What are you looking for?
A fox
A Seagull
A child
To ******
Crying from a dark street
On rooftops, in gardens?
Hoping for friends you will meet
In a world only you recognise.
And I hear your cry is lost
Missing and gone now
Because
No-one grasps it.
Joy Ceye Jun 2017
A fire in a West London
Tragedy that left people still wondering
Missing and Wishing
That some might be alive
Shouting but no living soul could help
In that battle for life
Which is now a constant thought
Buildings looking like lost souls
A cause of which we still don't know.

A fire raging like an angry alien
While we crave answers
To a crew arriving but was it on time?

Started on the second floor and within
Seconds before anyone saw
It was at the top
Though clocks were ticking
Tick Tock Heart Knocks
Constant panic filling the air
And deadly smoke
Horrible deaths
Uncertainty
Filled up with uncontrollable pain.

Faces seen at burning windows
Ghostly looks haunting
Scenes of death took over
And they knew their life was going
To end
With a scream and a cry
And trauma
As fire engines arrived
But hope slowly slipped away
With no escape in sight.

Struggling to be free from the trap
From sadness and fears
That caused all these tears!

News is on now
But do they know or have real answers?
The information is still not clear
Just imagine the fear
If this could happen to anyone
Mistakes happen but how would
You feel
If this could  happen to you?

Community spirit is trying to help
Supporting through food
Giving all they can
Clothes flowing in like a mad river
To the lucky
Survivors
Homeless
Desperate.

How can we fix this issue?
Start over
Forget memories that were burnt
To shreds
Sleep in a house that is not
Your home
Pray for answers but
When you get the reply
Grief fills you like an ambition
Your final bit of hope lies crumbling.

The mumbles of people
Around and surrounding you
Makes it new news
So don't stop
Find a way out
Can I help
The exit?
A poem written by my 12 year old student. Inspiring. Just shows how some young people care.
Joy Ceye Jun 2017
Miss
You
Are the one I needed to see to
Today because I have to
Say
Goodbye
But hopefully not forever.
When I came here I was below in
English
Confidence
Self-esteem and there was no way
I could imagine I would ever
Sit
Learn
In a classroom that echoed for me a
Violence
Hatred
Of words and symbols I could not understand
Because I was 'different'.
Five
Years
Has taken me to the point of success
And I want you to know that
All
Everything
I have become and will be is
Because of you.
Note from a student who has left me today, so turned it into a poem. It's exactly why I teach x
Joy Ceye Jun 2017
There was safety underneath a
cover of darkness where thoughts
could be explored unnoticed;
wrapped up for all time
and only
me
inside my head, my body, my soul
reaching for tiny specks
enclosing me from the outside.

A slight ***** started an aperture
slow at first with prisms of light
capturing colours and silhouettes;
promises of memories
but lonely
he
outside a spectrum, a box, a hole
opened it wide
exposing it from the inside.
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