by Kevin M Welsh | Feb 23, 2007 | Poetry
Lying in the dark…waiting in the darkness… Expecting…waiting…not wishing… There it is…there it is again…footsteps… That sound…the tread…that tread…false footsteps… God’s man…a ‘holy man’…not a wholly ‘man’. The tread…on the stair…it comes…...
by Kevin M Welsh | Feb 15, 2007 | Poetry
The mind is like an Arsehole. When it is open… It can get rid of A lot of shit. But when it Is closed…the shit just builds up.
by Kevin M Welsh | Feb 15, 2007 | Poetry
Imagine… A moon without a silvery beam… A bowl of strawberries without cream… A wood without a carpet of bluebells… A flower without soft petals… A juicy apple without a core… A deep blue sea without a shore… An army squadron without a tank… A mighty river without a...
by Kevin M Welsh | Feb 15, 2007 | Poetry
What I seek is a life less hectic. Not one of running about…“got to go”… “Must dash”…“must fly”…“the kids need picking up”. Not to rush through a door without looking back Into whose face it has just slammed…and having To apologise. Not to run up or down a moving...
by Kevin M Welsh | Feb 15, 2007 | Poetry
Once I drank because I was happy and glad But look at me now…I’ve become so sad. Once I drank to experiment; But I’ve experienced so much torment. I had a job…my wealth I flaunted; But now for my poverty I am taunted. My work was poor, for I was always tired, And then...
