Author Archives: Kelly O'Keefe

Wooden shelves with musty books Tales of ships with silver sails Pirate kings with swords and hooks Tossed and torn in ancient gales Free me from this modern scene Cast me to the churning sea Water, brown and algae, green Drown the fires that rage in me

As sleep approaches, madness rules And stories made for sleepy fools Who wait with patience for simple tales The verbal tonic for mental ails

Don’t miss the rhyme in the last frame.

It’s so dark and I’m so cold and so alone. No more chance of turning back or going home. My head is aching. I haven’t slept for days. All possessions, I’ve cast off and set ablaze. Demons. Lepers. Lions. Sheep. I’ve had my share. Break my limbs. Tear out my heart. I just don’t care.Continue reading “I Shall Sleep”

The demise of the book.

In the darkest hourOf your bleakest daySomewhere out of sightSomeone’s on the way You can’t see him comeYou won’t hear his sleighDon’t know where he’s fromBut it’s near the day To your secret hopeTo your whispered prayerHe brings strength to copeHe sends gifts to share Cause his gentle handReaches out for youYou will feel itsContinue reading “Secret Santa”

I give thanks for the wine and the food I give thanks for the holiday mood I give thanks for the laughter and fun I give thanks for each daughter and son And if this were my last earthly day I’d give thanks that it ended this way

When the boys were younger, they would occasionally come to the office and write on marker boards in ways that approximated real business diagraming, but were much more humorous. This inspired me to occasionally decorate the marker boards of places of business that I visit. My intent is to make something that makes no sense,Continue reading “Marker Bored”

Sometimes i just sit all daymy feet are walkingmy mouth is talkingmy fingers flickingmy keyboard clickingbut all I’m doing is self ungluingjust sitting, sitting all day

I’m so distracted that I’m begging on my knees I’m praying Santa, Santa, Santa, Santa PleaseDon’t pass by my place I can tell you’re getting nearI hear those sleigh bells ring, ring, ringing in my ear The kids are singing, singing, singing in the choirThe logs are burning, burning, burning on the fireI’m feeling franticContinue reading “Santa Frantic”

snoz is comin’ early round this time of yeargetting kinda chilly, air is crisp and clearshouldn’t be too long before ol’ winter’s here flannely pajammies covrin’ twitchy toesfragrances of nutmeg waftin’ up my nosereachin’ in the closets for the warmer clothes whatcha think you’re doin’ sitting there alonetexting anna talking on a cheap cell phonepackContinue reading “i smell santee”