by David Killelay | Nov 5, 2011 | Poetry
Lets us all remember Raymond with love and great respect Remember all the happy times and on them now reflect He taught me how to operate, a long and winding road At Dawn, He’d take his photos whilst I brought the unit up on load And while he organised the bonfire...
by David Killelay | Sep 4, 2011 | Poetry
Devastated blown apart, confused head, confused heart Hard to hear, hard to talk, will I won’t I, will I walk Loads of confusion in my head, better off living or better off dead Now in shelter far from harm, lost a leg or lost an arm No decisions in a hurry, loads of...
by David Killelay | Jul 14, 2011 | Poetry
Cards and letters falling through the door A lifelong friend “He is no more” No longer dog walking down padmoor lane Now free from discomfort and free from pain This Gentleman and very good friend So unjust his untimely end Sit in his garden, listen to Horse and Dove...
by David Killelay | Jun 7, 2011 | Poetry
Am I the one you’re looking for?. Yes me, just here outside the door You don’t need to know my name I’m the one who gets the blame When you’re nearing the end of your tether I get the blame for the terrible weather When you want to let it out It’s me who left the...
by David Killelay | Dec 3, 2010 | Poetry
A ancient symbol of times gone by, seen as a disguised cross A symbol in Victorian times to give Hope in times of loss An occupational symbol of seafaring areas like the docks A marker guide to secret meeting place often hidden among the rocks The attribute of Saint...
