by David Killelay | Mar 10, 2008 | Poetry
We feel your tears, we sense your strife When trying hard, to understand this life Your deep felt loss, and to you profound We share it now with all around We share your grief, we feel your pain Life must go on, but not the same May your torment cease, may you get...
by David Killelay | Mar 9, 2008 | Poetry
We have a new cat at our house She couldn’t even catch a mouse She doesn’t leap upon my knee She doesn’t scratch to find a flea She doesn’t eat meat and doesn’t eat fish She doesn’t lap milk out from her dish She doesn’t wander around in the flowers Nor does she sleep...
by David Killelay | Mar 9, 2008 | Poetry
Shining Boots to match Sailors Suits Lonnie called them Daisy Roots In the airing room, hours we’d spend Enough to send you round the bend Hours spent with yellow duster Spit and polish so we’d pass muster Toecaps gleaming till they shone Or round the parade ground...
by David Killelay | Mar 1, 2008 | Poetry
A cheeky Grin from this gentle man A secret cigarette if he can A Good trip out in the car A secretly eaten chocolate bar A hearty laugh at film in black and white A cosy evening in on a Saturday night A shout out loud in the middle of a play Getting involved it is...
by David Killelay | Feb 27, 2008 | Poetry
Did you come here to sleep Grey Man? Did you think you wouldn’t weep Grey Man? Did you think who you’d meet grey man Did you think all would be sweet grey man? Did you think who you’d greet Grey man Did you think of your feet Grey man? Did you think of your mate Grey...
