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across the Market square, as I sat on a bench To leave my fire side that day, had been a massive wrench I needed funds withdrawn in time, for a driving course But opening times on Wednesday fill me with such remorse Sat on my bench across the square and...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 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...
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...
