A Helicopter Ride

A Helicopter Ride

I hitched a ride on a helicopter to the moon and back
I looked at the earth and the earth was flat.
I asked a passing Martian if she knew the way,
She said, “sure man, sure. If I can play.”

We went to Saturn and we stole a ring.
We met Bob Dylan and we began to sing.
‘Take me high as a kite, hide the smoke underneath.
Ride the lacquered carriage wearing the bridal wreath.’

The vicar said the words and the truth was told,
An artist has a duty to stay warm, not cold.
A fire reached the moon and we fell to the ground.
Belief caved in with an almighty sound.

Breathing was a problem as the air smelled bad
There were tears in the sky because God was sad.
An albatross flew past, I couldn’t see where it went.
I pulled the elastic band and began the descent.

Paradise was open and a hand popped out,
A finger pointed the way but a sign said—Drought!
Happiness has no punishment, laughter has no gain.
Lies finished the partnership, but honesty ended the pain.

© 2020, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved.

About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp’s 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 accident 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 five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company. All seven of his novels are now published by Creativia with the seventh—The Widow’s Son, completing a three book series alongside: What Happened In Vienna, Jack? and Once I Was A Soldier. Under the Creativia publishing banner, The Desolate Garden went on to become a bestselling novel in World and Russian Literature in 2017. The following year, in May 2018, his book What Happened In Vienna, Jack? was a number one bestseller on four separate Amazon sites: America, UK, Canada, and Australia.  Although it's true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the mystery involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he writes, namely: Why? A Complicated Love, and the intriguing story titled The Story That Had No Beginning. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication and described as—the new Graham Green—by a highly placed employee 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 that first novel of his. He continues to write novels, poetry and the occasional quote; this one is taken from the beginning of Once I Was A Soldier There is no morality to be found in evil. But to recognise that which is truly evil one must forget the rules of morality.
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2 Responses to A Helicopter Ride

  1. This is a very intriguing poem, Danny.

  2. Daniel Kemp says:

    I went outside last night because there was a very noisy helicopter overhead. It was flying towards a slender crescent moon. I made it up from that.

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