by David Killelay | Feb 10, 2008 | Poetry
Fields of poppies, with large heroin head Fields of poppies, that remembers past dead Loved ones Sons have died from SMACK Loved ones Sons have died from FLAK Governments’ actions over different years Amassing world wide families Tears Gently sending us round...
by David Killelay | Feb 7, 2008 | Poetry
That certain look or side ways glance Means carry on, if you’ve the chance Or does it matey, I’m not sure I think I’ve seen that look before Drinking Guinness, gone over the top Oh yes, it means its time to stop Just sit quite, don’t make a peep If true to form you’ll...
by David Killelay | Jan 29, 2008 | Poetry
A loving mother dearly missed, by Neighbours, Friends and Girls We think of her sweet smiling face, framed by her golden curls Her love for us was endless; she showed it had no bounds She thought of us before herself, with out disparaging sounds It is such a wrench to...
by David Killelay | Jan 22, 2008 | Poetry
A road side bomb, went off today The Newscaster, was heard to say The relatives, have been informed Here’s the weather, now performed So matter of fact and nothing new Another widow joins the queue It’s just routine, now on the news Another valued soul we lose What...
by David Killelay | Jan 20, 2008 | Poetry
We think that were different, as chalk is from cheese We think were the only ones, with old aching knees We think that were different, we cough and we sneeze We think were the only ones, with this bad disease We think that were different, when were feeling Mad We...
