Monthly Archives: January 2015

Who Holds The Blame? By Danny Kemp

Was anyone watching in 45 when all was given peace? The dead had given their souls away for the living to find release. For forty-five years, a bomb held the day, with the brave holding fear. They cherished that threat … Continue reading

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Embrace Your Body To Pass Through The Age Of Anxiety, by Danny Kemp (with due regard to WH Auden)

One doesn’t have to dress for dinner, But if dining with strangers it’s probably better so to do! One doesn’t have to be dressed to commit murder, But if it’s a chilly night then be prepared to catch the flu! … Continue reading

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Does The Devil Live In Winter? By Danny Kemp

Bright sunny days following clear starry nights. The days are chilly but longer grows solar light. Winter has yet to show its teeth, Its cold claws and talons kept ensheathe. Spring awaits those with dreams Of wistful thoughts and beguiling … Continue reading

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Don’t Drop The (English) Biscuit! By Danny Kemp

. A cup of tea with a dunked biscuit sitting on the bottom! If that’s how your day begins, does it make you feel rotten? Do you pick it up with a spoon then lick the spoon clean? Satisfying I … Continue reading

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Everything and Nothing, by Danny Kemp

“Nothing is not always nothing,” said the wise man to the child, “Because nothing can be everything,” he added as he smiled. “Nothing can be your wish, your dream and your desire, But only if you had everything and from that … Continue reading

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Understanding, by Danny Kemp

A bare barked tree standing dead against the sky. Birds sit atop and their gentle song they cry. The stream washes away any remaining roots, While squirrels go about their own selfish pursuits.   An old woman stands alone, unable … Continue reading

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Move On Baby, by Danny Kemp

I want to pick the flowers and taste the rain, Forget this world and be happy again. I need to forget you and set myself free. Step away from this nightmare and find the real me. Love is not always … Continue reading

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Unspoken Love, by Danny Kemp

His heart is racing as her face he touches, but he’s holding on to his sanity. His life is over unless the words she utters, break free from her banality. Say you love me, his screams unanswered. He’s praying violently. … Continue reading

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