Biography of Mark Dillon
Born in Dublin.Raised on the curragh Camp, Co Kildare.
Lived in Kildare town most of my life and raised family there.Had a career in the army as had my Father and 3 of my brothers, I retired in 2002 and worked and traveled a bit then went back to college and studied audio/visual media and graduated in 2009 with an hons deg BOA A.V MEDIA. Was involved with local drama group for some time and have a great interest in theatre, hope to finish writing a play i started, its a work -in -progress.Currently doing some writing and other small ideas, and at the same time some driving to help pay the bills.'you gotta live, right'
Mark Dillon's Works:
Self published book of poetry.Observations & Reflections
Mark Dillon Poems
Would It Really Matter
Would it really matter if we didn't get up today. Didn't go to work and just stayed home to play. If we just stood idly by and left the work undone Cast away the chores and just went and had some fun.
Please, Just Listen To Me.
All the lessons I've learned and tried to pass on. The knowledge I've accumulated to make me strong.
A Best Friend Is...
I'm Standing on the ground, But my head's in the clouds, trying to pick out a familiar face in the crowds. Someone to identify with, 'cause I'm here on my own.
The Owl And The Fieldmouse
The owl ventured out from his barn perch to search the forest floor. To get some fresh air and exercise and some fresh food for to score.
A Silent Wish
While driving people to and fro' as through the hustle and bustle of the season they go, Preparing for that special day,
There are times when I've felt so alone I could have just curled up and died. Times when I knew such love and joy I could have sat and cried.
The Love Mine
I went into the love mine searching for some gold. Not the type that fools find thats readily bought and sold,
When you look in the mirror What do you see. A reflection of yourself or the opposite of thee.
A Kiss Remembered
In my heart there is a place that fills with delight with your embrace. I know I felt it when we kissed. And since that day, your touch I've missed.
All across the twilight haze A million stars twinkle and brightly blaze. As the traveller on his moonlit quest makes his way along the mountain crest.
Mam & Dad
There are times when at my lowest ebb, I always know you care. I feel your aura all around me. letting me know your there.
My Bud And Me
When I get home at half past four, my feet just dragging across the floor. I just open the fridge and grab a beer. It's icy cold and crystal clear.
I'm sitting here with a great big frown. The feckin lights have broken down. The producer is frantic and pulling out his hair. If you've ever worked with him, that's not rare.
Silently the winter nights creep in. The summer days have gone And the Autumns rich colours are starting to thin And the birds to the south have flown.
Screech of tyres, Crunch of metal.
The human debris can really unsettle.
Another few gone and forever lost.
The grieving ones left to count the cost.
And as relatives gather and share in their grief.
And time it will heal and give some relief.
But the dying goes on, it's a bad human flaw;
dreams shattered, emotions raw.