by David Killelay | Mar 30, 2008 | Poetry
I knew I loved you from the start You bring these words out from my heart Kind words you speak, I know so true Its many years gone, since I met you Your twinkling eyes, that lovely smile They’ve been in my mind, for all this while Your kind words help, when were...
by David Killelay | Mar 21, 2008 | Poetry
From all around the world we hail Ex Ganges boys, who the sea did sail Shamrock, Thistle, Daffodil and Rose The Elephant, here in smart repose We forget our aches and petty moans We come to dedicate these stones From ages past to present Day We remember them all as we...
by David Killelay | Mar 20, 2008 | Poetry
I looked across the Market square, as I sat on a bench To leave my fire side that day, had been a massive wrench I needed funds withdrawn in time, for a driving course But opening times on Wednesday fill me with such remorse Sat on my bench across the square and...
by David Killelay | Mar 20, 2008 | Poetry
You asked me if my poems were rude As if I wrote them in the nude As if id written them, when in the Bath When what I want, is to make you laugh Some times I want to make you think So I don’t write them by the sink Some poems bring comfort, when loved ones die Some...
by David Killelay | Mar 18, 2008 | Poetry
Come on round, have some lunch Make some eyes, with two hole punch Get the red material, give it a tweak Cut out little square and make a beak Glass of wine, are we a bit thick Grab a needle sew a chick Weekend gathering, with our friends Sticking and sewing, any...
