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Clark-Hickling, a friend of mine

He fantasised about his suicide then mystified by those thoughts
He took a pencil, coloured all the squares and left all the noughts.

He ruminated then brooded then braided his hair,
Stared at the devil and accepted his dare.

The devil stated that he’d reinstated all the Angels back home,
So the man who had fantasised, the devil’s hair he did comb.

Looking into every Angel, every moral and every head,
Is not something for everyone; it’s best left to the dead!

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

 
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Posted by on May 18, 2015 in Author/Writer, Raconteur

 

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Beauty in Grey

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Raindrops falling on a still water pond.
A breeze rocking the ferns golden frond.
Blue tits nesting, a chirp soon to cheer.
A blackbird singing, it’s a joy to hear.
A glistening slate path shining in the dark.
Beauty in grey; leaving its mark!

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

 
 

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Two Stars

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With a heart that was open but eyes that were closed,

She found a safe place and within she dozed.

In her sleep, she saw a star way up high.

And she listened as it sung a soulful lullaby.

“I feel your sobbing heart through the soles of my feet,

But I pray the day is prolonged until finally we meet.

Your body I caress through my spirit and soul,

But no wish nor desire can make my own body whole.”

Deeper she fell, but the dream didn’t fade,

Not matter how much she tried, in her heart it still laid.

Trying to forget, praying for release

She sang in silence in search of that peace.

“I feel your heart and I feel your pain,

I imagined that at my side you’d always remain.

But death took you, leaving me here,

With the doubts that surround me, filling me with fear.”

The star returned, now lower in the sky,

A tear she saw as it began to cry.

She wiped that tear with a lock of her hair,

Placed it in her heart and left it there.

The tear was returned when his hand touched her own,

As she made her way skyward no longer alone.

The lovers became one when her life slipped away,

Now in heaven, together, two stars now lay!

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

 
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Posted by on April 15, 2015 in Author/Writer, Raconteur

 

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What’s Truth Anyway?

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Trees that are purple, a sky that’s green

Could you believe in things that are only dreamt but never seen?

There are lies that are little, lies that are big.

Lies that define the style of life that we live.

Rats the size of mountains, elephants that fly.

Does any politician tell the truth or do they all always lie?

Are you pragmatic, pulling a face and adding a sigh?

Or are you a realist and hide behind that alibi?

Idealism, now there is a word!

A state of mind to live in, but perfection never heard!

Do you recognise the truth but hide from it and say,

“I’ve got no time for honesty, I’m floating on a cloud all day?”

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

 
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Posted by on April 13, 2015 in Author/Writer, Raconteur

 

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EYES

 

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Careful the man who complains day and night,

That the beauty of life doesn’t fade from his sight.

Careful the man who holds hatred so fast,

That love gives up and beauty doesn’t last.

Envy the man who sees happiness where he views,

Everything to him has had beauty infused!

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

 
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Posted by on April 7, 2015 in Author/Writer, Raconteur

 

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Purity

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Soft kisses from the morning sun

On dewy petals where the bees do hum.

Softly blows the springtime breeze

Through glistening branches with shiny green leaves.

Softly plays the magical lure

Of a life that’s lived on a note so pure.

A sting may harm, a wind can erase

But purity deserves every praise!

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

 

 
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Posted by on April 7, 2015 in Author/Writer, Raconteur

 

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An Unmeasurable Circle

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Two foot is not a yard.
A yard is not a garden.
A garden is not a meadow.
And a meadow is not a woodland.

A woodland is not an estate.
An estate is not a county.
A county is not a country.
And a country is not the world.

The world consists of people.
People form groups.
Groups can strive for the unattainable.
And the unattainable can never be measured!

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

 
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Posted by on April 3, 2015 in Author/Writer, Raconteur

 

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