http://slow.writerscafe.org/rosemarykeogh The original writings of author rosemary keogh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985480 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Why has the beauty died in youWhy are the colors faded darkI left you alone for a little whileWere is the glistening ,were is the sparkWhy has your song, played down its tuneWas I alone in seeing your sunWhy am I seeing a broken soulLet me bring peace to your broken heart Why has.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/2007909/  When I saw you through that windowMy heart went boom boom boomHolding back your sight just trilled meAs my eyes just zoom zoom zoomed  Oh my god I gasp for airAs I sneek out to the doorBlood is rushing from my headJust cant believe just who I saw Old flame were have you beenIts .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/967945/   Billy boy its been to long. I think its time that we moved on. Im just not feeling very strong. Our tunes played out, we ruined the song.   Its been one hell! of a rollercoaster ride. ... Which has left me feeling raw inside. "Ah stop! that Billy. Stop! that crying" Emotio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/965074/  "yes you! listen to my words. For they wont be slaughtered like a lamb to the sword. You dont listen. You can't see. Your blind to your own emotions. Your sick selfesh ways. Cut me up but i keep going. The insults you throw will become my laughing matter Im going to roll them in breadcrumbs an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/958166/   Let me catch your falling faith Lift you high so you feel tall Let me demolish all the pain you feel Inside those damaged walls Reaching deep inside you ... I'll tackel demons with my sword We will build the barriers of love again With the helpings from our lord Come back falling .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/954857/    The night wind wispsover our naked bodies,as we indulge in the delightof each others sexual appetite.The weeping willow shuttersout a beautiful melody as theleaves sway softly in the nights mood.Sheltering us from peeping eyes.We lose ourselves in total ecstacy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/948791/                                             I lay still in my sleeping bag.Looking so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/948247/  She is as beautiful as the peacock butterfly.          Her hair a vibrant red, eyes as blue as the deepest of caribbean oceans.Creative in mind, Elegant in body.Her soul so kind and friendly.She lifts.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/944918/ Jack was a man who had the world at his feet.A wife and four children his life was complete.There was no-one or nothing who could ruinwhat he had. A nice house great job. A rich lifethat was grand.As he walks trough his door one rainy afternoon.Expecting no more than a lovely, irish made stew.As he .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/944318/     Hey grandad!  "Are you there". I tought I felt your presence when I lay down weeping on my bed. When my pillow was soaked in tears I tought I felt you stroke my hair  Was it you who came as a young man into .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/940469/ I see it.Its dark in there,It was that place, i roamed alone.It was so long, so very shallow.It locked me up, this my dark hole.It shook me up and held me backI was lost with no way out. Just like a pill killing a headache.You took my hand and pulled me out.You showed me sunshine.You .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/934436/ I was young with not a worry in my world.life was amazing, i was as free as a bird.friends were many, life was plenty andalthough i had nothing, my life was not empty.You came along, all one by one.It was a task, i was so young.I made mistakes, oh i made plenty.Regrets i have, but just a few.I made .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/932890/ I want to take you in my armswrap myself up in all your charmskiss the warmthness of your lipswith so much passion in our grips. Oh take me to my bedcarry me with strength but be subtle with melet me wrap my arms and legs around youkiss the weak point of your neck. Lay .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/924022/   You can smell it in the air.It’s so fresh it sets you free.Wakes you up from winter blues.It puts leaves back on our trees. Helps you clean and helps you cleanseand it always is your friend.It’s that time of the year again.It is spring. It brings birds out of the trees andyou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/902633/ She lays on a scruffy flee infested bed.Springs like daggers poking through her fragile, weak and tiny little frame.Gone to bed as hungry as she will awake.As for the only vitamins she will receive. shall be from the rays of the burning sun. She hears wispers in her ears.Wispers from .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/895701/ She fell apart right from the start. Her dreams messed up. He held her back. She wanted more than he could give. She yearned for a life and all nice things. He wanted her all to himself. As for her she was his wealth. Her confidence had set so low, With no money, nofriends and no place to go. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/885895/ A box of choc’s a beautiful rhyme. A bunch of red  roses a bottle of wine. A ring if I’m lucky. Yeah one of a kind. That’s what I want from my Valentine. A beautiful dress and all of the trimmings. Stockings suspenders he’s on to a winner. He will be so proud when he t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/885890/ Sitting on the front porch. the sound of chimes sing in my ear. I swing so softly on my swing chair, as i relax and drift away. Into a place were no one can touch me. It is a place from deep within. It is were anything is possible, my dreams is were it is. It is a place that gives me hope, also the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/885888/ As a child she felt no love.Her mother and father figure were caught up in drugs.Often left to defend for herself, so lonely a child she was.As a teen she was wild. Partied so hard throughout the nights.Always attracting the wrong sort of crowds, with no guidancefrom loved ones. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/885885/ Playing in fields of corn.Building memory’s of gold.Free spirits all around andfutures not yet told. Dancing through the fields, free as a eaglein the sky. Not a problem in the worldfrom children playing in fields of gold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/845748/ summer breeze becomes winter freezefrom a blooming flower to a welted weedwere our colour fades from the constant shadeas the days become colder and moods become stale http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/845747/ They make themselves believe that they are, out there in their world.They run the streets of Dublin as if they own the world.Guns going off to the beat, shedding blood on the streets of our world.They wipe each other out to take control their world,Blood money, drug money and retaliation m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/841081/ She came out of the clouds.Were she’s been hiding for so long.Her life was dammed by bad thingseverything went wrong. The mistakes she made in life showedso truly on her face. Gone old before hertime still at a sweet young age.she knew in her heart, she needed t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/841079/ Mommy oh mommy I’ve falling for him.Oh stop that dear child you’re only a kid.But he loves me dear mommy and I dolove him so. Take your time child just go with the flow. We dance and wesing and we play in the dirt. WhenI fall when with him, it just doesn&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/828093/ Fluffy the rabbit lost his way from home.Feeling lonely and upset he roamed the streets alone.Never knowing if he would ever, have another decent meal.His little heart was breaking. His human he did need.  A young boy and hisfriends were walking home from school.W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/826413/ I sit in a room with the lights turned off.Look out of the window at the leafless trees.As they sway back a forward from a good strong breeze.Feeling fear and upset. I fall to my knees. My minds taking over by these dreadful thoughts.Am I dyeing? Will I live?  Am I s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/826412/ I am 90 years of age.I am old but I’m still here.I’ve lived and worked so hard.My memories not so good.My legs are weak and frail.Arms they are not so strong,But they help me push myself upon,my frame so I can walk.My children they dont help.There .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/826411/ The first time she had seen him. She was captivated by his eyes. So warm and so devilishly dreamy. They were as blue as a summer’s sky. ... The second time she had seen him. His smile melted her heart. His teeth so pearly white. Lips so kissable and soft. They were like a work of art. The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/826406/  Rivers of tears havefalling from her face. Mountains of angerhad ruined her inner peace. Flocks of people tryingto give some good advice But no one understanding,the hurt she endured in life. Echo’s of word’s put into her mind... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/826398/ She walked into theroom,Like a flower she wasin bloom,Golden hair andsparkling blue eyes,lips the colour ofberries from the wild. Standing tall, sheshowed true grace andthis sweet girl she knewher place,corset pulled in atthe waist,with a simple.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/826394/ As she sits on the bridge with her hood pulledup.Please can u help me as she shakes her cup.She remembers the days when life was sogood.When she played with her children in a house full of love.Her looks are all gone and she wants to give up.So she begs for the money to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/826393/ In your eyes I feelyour sorrow and your pain.Of years of believingyou were never goodenough for anything.I see you trying to pick upthe pieces, trying sohard to start again.If you believe, youwill make it there my friend.Don’t keep yourmemory’s and you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/826391/  Heavy Rain drops on her face. As she walks onlonely streets.  Not a sinner or asound. Just the noise of herown feet. Heart beating throughher chest. Thoughts runningriots in her brain. Tears rolling downher face but was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/826381/ In a fantasy meadow, lies a fantasy world.With silvery grass and diamond flying birds.Trees made of gold with ruby leaves.Wild flowers are grown, from pearls as seeds. The sky so blue withclouds of mallows. The sun shines down and say’s hello, to the Emerald rabb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rosemarykeogh/826380/