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

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

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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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

Book Title

The release of my book which is largely based on this blog is imminent. I am yet to choose a title. The book highlights how where we begin does not have to determine our journey through life. There are stories within the book that show how certain choices have lead to the death of good friends and also to unimaginable success of others. Much of the book uses boxing as a 'backdrop' to the stories and it also takes you on a journey through my life and how I struggled with my identity, confidence and my education. It also shows how I came to be a boxing and kickboxing champion', started my own business, become an Olympic torchbearer and surprisingly a town councillor. I thrive on changing lives and this what I would like the book to do At the moment the book is called 'Choices That Determine Our Journey' Can you think of a better title based on the information above?