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.
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.
The Love Mine
I went into the love mine searching for some gold. Not the type that fools find thats readily bought and sold,
Three Tall Ships
Three tall ships cast off and set sail. One made the trip, the other two failed. They sailed into a tempest and the wild winds did wail. The crew they were hardy, but they could not prevail
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.
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.
Ode To The Curragh Of Kildare
As I sat on the hill Looking o'er the great plains. Resting my limbs and easing the pains. My mind took flight and soared over the land,
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,
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.
Sunday's here, I'll have a lie-in. No hurry or haste for my day to begin. Read a book, watch a film, Have breakfast in bed.
On Days Like This
By the riverside walkways I love to roam. Or sit on a bank watching leafs fall from home.
Three Tall Ships(2nd Edit)
Three tall ships sailed out from the bay on a bright golden sunny day. With the wind in their sails and the sun in their faces
The Drunken Fare
Sittin' by the telly. Waitin' for a fare. But on a Monday or Tuesday night. Getting one is rare.
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.
I hate this feeling of being lost and alone.
Oh where did my friends go.
We all grew up so fast'
The connections we make in childhood.