Biography of Kevin Campbell
At the age of 46 I am twice divorced with 2 grown up daughters Julie and Heather and 2 younger children my son Kai and my gorgeous daughter Misty I have led a varied life and for most of my working life I was a soldier and have seen service in many varied rolls, since leaving the forces I have worked in many jobs ranging from security to airport opperations manager at an international airport.
I am at present Operations Manager for a security company.
Kevin Campbell Poems
Theres so many things in this life That we can not explain I hope that on the other side We will meet again
When Angels Cry
I never knew that angels cry I never saw your tears I thought that we were doing fine But I guess it was only me
An Intimate Moment
From a few stolen moments together We touched our minds and hearts Shared our deepest feelings That others considered dark
A To Z Of My Poem Titles(Ok I Was Drunk ...
On 'A Cold Winters Night 'I decided To give you a gift 'A Gift From Me To You' I bought you
To Anna Russel (A Reply To A Vegitarian ...
Dear Anna Im eating my haggis as we speak All vegitarians must think me weak And I know its made fae aw the sheep thats shite
Teddy (A Poem For My Daughter)
The oldest friend that I have Is Teddy, my old bear He lives at the bottom of my bed I think hes always been there
A Cold Winter Night
Of short sighted fantasies Like angels of light On the coldness of a mountian side Deep in winters night
And I may call you a thing devine Wrote Shakespear in a Tempest line My love is like a red red rose Wrote Burns in ancient Scottish prose
A Poets Poem
They say that im a poet Im not sure thats true I only play the game of life And write for me and you
A Poets Prayer
Bless you Oh Lord From one who fell So far from your favour So close to Hell
They Will Cry
You cant see the future When youve no crystal ball When you cant see the future Theres no future at all
A Poem By My Son Kai For His Sister Mist...
Misty Moo Misty is my sister She is very loud She makes me happy
Science classes stink of gasses they remind me of rotten eggs The gym, of those who used it before and ointment to rub on your legs
An Ode To Those Being Cheated
You know your being cheated Yet you still carry on You hope you can sort things out But your hope is all wrong
A Cold Winter Night
Of short sighted fantasies
Like angels of light
On the coldness of a mountian side
Deep in winters night
Of black velvet skies
sequened in stars
We stand in awe of its splendour
Its depth and its size