Dave Earle
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Tell Them
Tell Them
Tell them I love them tell them I care
Tell them I always want to be there
Tell them I miss them and want to play
Tell them I hate this being away
I miss the cuddles and playing the fool
I miss the picking them up from school
Tell them I hate this being apart
And how much it breaks my heart
Tell them I’m crying real tears
And I feel it will go on for years
Tell them of the tears in my eyes
Every time I say goodbye
And as I cry for many miles
As I think of their smiles
Because I am not sure when
I will see them again
Yeah tell them I am a really nice man
Of that I am sure you can
Tell them that you still care
But it is better without me there
And there was nothing that I could do
As the decision was down to you
I am sorry if I am sounding sour
But I am writing at a late hour
And I am lying on my bed alone
When I’d rather be at home
But I don’t have a home
And I’m feeling very sad
Because I have just lost everything I
had
I just have some photo’s
hanging on my wall
and that’s not enough
Not enough at all
Thursday, 5 June 2014
This poem represents much of where I feel many things start to go wrong in the lives of children. This can be where insecurities, self-doubt and many social disorders are formed. I had this put up at a primary school in Banbury many years ago
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School Days
At school children criticise the short, the fat the thin
And don’t take time to realise the feelings some have within
It is easy to compliment instead of causing pain
And this will help their confidence when they’re at school again
So no matter what colour, shape or size, or if its glasses that they wear
Make it a school exercise to show someone you care
Dave Earle
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I wrote it I was thinking about a family whose children were suffering due their quarreling parents.
Tears on their pillows
Who is to blame for the hurt and the pain
What do our children have to gain
How much pain to a tender heart
When things start to fall apart
Tears on their pillows as the light goes out
Pain in their hearts as you begin to shout
It’s how they feel but you fail to see
Only you can end their misery
Children have eyes with which they see
But don’t understand how it’s meant to be
When they grow up they may be the same
And keep on playing your selfish game
Get on or move on put things right
Don’t let your children see you fight
Let your children enjoy their youth
Talk together and face the truth
Can you see the pain they feel inside
Can you see what they’re trying to hide
Or their tears as they cry alone in their beds
Do you get the hint when their eyes are red
Put your hand on your heart and go on to say
This is how we want things to stay
Ask your selves are you being fair
Is this right do we really care
Tears on their pillows as the light goes out
Pain in their hearts as you begin to shout
It’s how they feel but you fail to see
Only you can end their misery
Dave Earle
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Wednesday, 14 May 2014
Kate Winslet?
.... I asked her what the nature of the talk would
be and she explained that it was to inspire the children as they were all close
to leaving school. Of course I was
delighted to have the opportunity and agreed and asked when it was. She told me it was on that same evening,
giving me little time to prepare. But,
having conducted a couple of talks to the local college I was reasonably confident that I could
deliver an inspiring talk. So just a few
hours later I arrived at the Mill Arts Centre with a handful of notes that I
had scribbled down whilst at the gym ready to perform. On arriving I was told that a former pupil of
the school was to conduct a talk about his life after leaving school and how he
was now living in Australia and had become a successful actor. I was asked to sit just out of view of the
students so was able to listen to the former students talk and take my queue
for when I was to start my talk. The
more I listened to the young man the more I was inspired by his story as he
delivered a very good speech. Having
never met anyone in the auditorium before, not even the teachers, I was a
little nervous on how I would be received.
Every talk I had conducted before that day was at local schools and colleges
where I had always known the people who invited me along. I had also always known many of the students
and knew that most, if not all of them knew me.
I did feel I knew my subject
matter well enough to be able to perform the talk well enough to inspire the
students but still standing on a stage at a theatre was a new experience and
the nerves were creeping up on me. Fortunately
for me the principle at the school had done his homework, I guess through the
internet, on me and gave me the perfect introduction highlighting everything I
had achieved and how my journey had brought me to the stage on that particular
day. By the time I got to the stage I
was almost totally relaxed. My talks are mainly story based and
fortunately many of the students were familiar with some of the local
characters in my stories. At the end of
the talk I assisted the award ceremony and presented certificates to each and
every student in the theatre. The time
seemed to fly by and after the talk I had some positive feedback from the
students and teachers. The following day
I was approached by a man I knew who had heard about my talk to the pupils of
the Sibford School. He approached me and
asked me how it felt standing in for the actress Kate Winslet. I was unsure what he was referring to so I
gave him a look that said “what are you talking about and assumed he must have
had a few too many drinks?” He then asked
me if I had just conducted a talk for the Quaker School at The Mill Art’s
Centre and explained that Kate Winslet was due to carry out the talk as two of
her children attended the school but she couldn’t attend, which explained why I
was called in with only a few hours’ notice.
Although I never did get to meet Kate Winslet, knowing I was standing in
for her did give me a great deal of pleasure.
Other
people I never felt I would be able to associate with myself when writing a
book were the Queen and Prince Phillip
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