Monthly Archives: March 2015

Work!

Where I’m lucky enough to write!

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Life Without Women

An old one of mine that I came across today. I’ve reworked it slightly and offer it here…… What would this life if woman free, be for someone such as me? Bereft of love, warmth and joy, that have all stood … Continue reading

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The Oceans Of Love

“I have a fear of life, a fear of myself. Living is falling, ending, smashing and destroyed. A life of flaming hell lived within a void.” So spoke the lady of tarnished love as she recalled her time. Time is … Continue reading

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A Discourse Of One

I guess there comes a point in a great many people’s lives when enough is enough. To give up is not only a way out, but a very attractive option. That may arise in an important area such as a … Continue reading

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The Game

It’s not about how one plays the game. It’s not about the taking part, stiff upper lip, wipe your mouth and walk away. It’s only about winning and counting the bruises that mark the body at the end. The more … Continue reading

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A Cosmic Contraction

Did conscious thought precede the consciousness of actions or did they coincide with a catastrophic cosmic contraction? Would the contraction of one’s own moral sense of wrong help one to feel at home in modern society and thereby belong? If … Continue reading

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When Is It Right To Blame?

Pain, where is your sting, that thunderous hurt when pain begins and conscious thought dies? Is it that first stab as flesh bleeds from a slashed wrist or when the second cut bites deeper? The oozing bloodied sore etched on a … Continue reading

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Dance With Love.

A red dress on a sultry frame can, And often does, drive a man insane. A swaggering walk, a gentle disposition, Can send all other thoughts into remission. Love is the game entered by fools. Passion is the play; it … Continue reading

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The First Night

The First Night. On a hook, one can hang a coat. A clever hook, written by an author, can get a look at his book. A hook is dangled when one is lucky and is at the end of a sensuous look! … Continue reading

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The Bells of Life, by Danny Kemp

  In the near distance a church bell rings, The same nightly tune before the chorister starts the hymns, The church stands for tradition and for what some believe. The bell signals a place of peace, where one can grieve. Religion … Continue reading

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