by David Killelay | Feb 10, 2009 | Poetry
‘’Sincerely Yours ‘’, the whole world over Blue birds flying, over the cliffs of Dover Servicemen’s memories of departing train Longing for the time, ‘’ we’ll meet again’’ Forces Sweetheart, for many a while That lovely voice, that beautiful smile Supporting our...
by David Killelay | Jan 31, 2009 | Poetry
In days gone by no longer seen The talk was of sweet ‘’Fiddlers green’’ An enchanted place far from ships and whalers The final resting place of sailors Where countless willing ladies come With casks that never drained of rum Fair wind blowing and flying fish To...
by David Killelay | Dec 10, 2008 | Poetry
Is everything, as it would seem Or just a funny sort of dream The sound of laughter, passing bye The shape of clouds, up in the sky The feel of snow and winter ice A sudden thought, gone in a trice A spoken word, as in a trance A lingering, but loving glance I hope...
by David Killelay | Nov 18, 2008 | Poetry
Empathy a simple word Empathy not always heard Empathy a gentle hand Empathy a silent stand Empathy from you to me Empathy for all to see Empathy within deep down Empathy that removes a frown Empathy a simple test Empathy calms a troubled breast Empathy for all to...
by David Killelay | Nov 16, 2008 | Poetry
Phlebotomist a lofty name and some are very good Do we need this grandeur, whilst only taking blood? Just routine is what they say, just a tiny scratch You see they do it everyday, so they can make a match The letter falls upon the mat, its format clearly seen Blood...
