Author Archives: Kelly O'Keefe

A poem I sent my father for his birthday sometime in the ’90s. Courtesy of Steve O’Keefe.

Barry O’KeefeTwunce wuz a wiz. Call ‘im Sharkey.From high towers he shouted malarkey.But the hobz up’n shoved ‘im,Even squirmtung unloved ‘imThus concluding his crupt oligarchy.

There once was a wizard named Gandalf,Who fought the Dark Lord to a stand off,Then the lad from the shire,Brought the ring to the fire,But Gollum bit poor Frodo’s hand off.

Waiting for a veal parmesan sandwich. Overcome with anticipation. I drum my fingers while I wait. It will probably be disappointing. It arrives. It’s not disappointing. It is a delicious expression of everything good. Bread. Cheese. Sauce. Meat. I am rejuvenated. Invigorated. Life is a joy. For me. For the baby cow? Not so much.

This watercolor is the beginning of a story. Well not really the beginning, but close. More frames to come. What happened to cause this scene? What happens next? All in good time.

There was once a young boy who listened and watched.He lived in a full household, a busy town, a vibrant world.The world was full of sights and sounds and the boy drank them in like a parched man gulping water from a cold spring.The boy seldom spoke, and so words and images began to fillContinue reading “Let the Stories Burst Forth”

this morning as I sat at homei felt the world was mine aloneeach meadow crafted for my sightfor my eyes only, each moonlight as turtles walk along the creeki realize it’s me they seekwild deer and turkey take a chanceto come nearby for just one glance the daffodils are blooming nowand winds have warmed thatContinue reading “Sunlit Days”

Pain is all I feel Dark is all I see Shadows that conceal All that used to be Some day when I’m gone Someone may recall Pictures I had drawn ‘Fore my tragic fall