The Phone Call.

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I wrote this one on seeing a lady in tears whilst speaking on her mobile phone and gesticulating, wildly, with her free hand.

The Phone Call.

Why must I listen to your news standing here,

With my mobile phone pressed against my ear?


I feel naked and exposed to the sadness you express,

Without a hope of any happiness.


The street is cold, so is your heart.

Why tell me now that we are to part?


You could have waited until I was home,

Instead of telling me when I’m all alone.


Why does my hand keep moving in tune,

To the words, I say to repel the gloom?


Darkness pervades my every thought.

Now there’s someone else that your money has bought?


I helped you make it, don’t you recall?

When we had nothing, nothing at all.


Except the love that you said we shared,

Whilst I took the knocks and you risked and dared.


Now it seems you have what you need,

A new girl on your arm, one eager to please.


Why must I listen to your news standing here,

With my mobile phone pressed against my ear?


Taken From:

Anything But Hackneyed Amazon.com

Anything But Hackneyed Amazon.co.uk

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About Daniel Kemp

At the age of seventy-six, Daniel Kemp has started his second year of studying the science of Psychology at the Open University. He is a member of The Society of Authors and also a bestselling writer. However, in early September 2025, he was diagnosed with cancer. He is now in palliative care at home, being looked after by his ex-wife. When he was writing his novels, he enjoyed writing stories that appealed to those who liked challenging themselves to solve mysteries that were set out before their eyes, but they couldn't. His introduction to the world of espionage and mystery happened at an early age when his father was employed by the War Office in Whitehall, London, at the end of WWII. However, it wasn’t until after his father died that he showed any interest in anything other than himself! On leaving academia he took on many roles in his working life: a London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver, but never did he plan to become a writer. Nevertheless, after a road traffic incident left him suffering from PTSD and effectively—out of paid work for four years, he wrote and self-published his first novel —The Desolate Garden. Within three months of publication, that book was under a paid option to become a $30 million film. The option lasted for six years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company. All ten of his novels are now published by Next Chapter Publishing Company which has added an edition titled The Heirs And Descendants Collection, which holds all four books of that series, alongside an edition titled The Lies And Consequences Collection which contains all four volumes of that series. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication and described as—the new Graham Green—by a highly placed executive of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of book signing events. He has also appeared on 'live' television in the UK publicising his first novel. Less
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4 Responses to The Phone Call.

  1. fantastic poem Danny…I remember reading this in your book and feeling so sad…this happens too often.

  2. Daniel Kemp's avatar Danny Kemp says:

    Thank you, Susan.

  3. Love the poem. Really tells a sad story.

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