Daniel Kemp’s Books
Category Archives: Author/Writer, Raconteur
Tales from a often amusing life but never a dull one. If you have never been sad then you can never be glad.
Resignations as impeachment proceedings begin against Union President Official impeachment proceedings against the President of the Oxford Union are being launched this morning over the treatment of Ebenezer Azamati, a blind postgraduate student, in a case that has received widespread … Continue reading →
Originally posted on Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos:
Why is it I don’t recognize, the face reflected back at me? What is it about her look, I no longer wish to see? Sunken, hollowed cheeks, color pale, in shades…
Originally posted on I didn't have my glasses on….:
Membership to one of the most exclusive clubs in the world takes place around a short red and white striped pole in Antarctica. Only those who endure an atmospheric difference…
It’s Friday! Another week closer to December(!), and time for your Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. We’re getting some crazy weather here. Like, January weather. How is it where you are? Here’s your prompt for this week: Your Friday prompt…
Friday is here and that means it’s time for your Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. It’s a cold one here again this morning, but they’re promising above freezing temps for the next week. What’s with the weather these days? We…
I first wrote this in 2015 as a song, but I’ve redone it today. * I’ll cross the sea that lays before me And swim ashore on foreign land. There to rest my aching body With the clover in my hand. … Continue reading →
Mum was in the kitchen, Dad was on the loo. Jimmy was in the hallway, He was kissing auntie Pru. The dog was in the bathtub, The cat was climbing a rope. The canary was screaming blue murder, As the … Continue reading →
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
I dream of literary heights, Of poetry and fancy’s flights… Of philosophical debates And tales the inner heart relates. She dreams of tennis balls in flight, Of sneaking cuddles in the night,…
Love has no conscience Love takes no blame. Love can take a heart Love knows no shame. © 2019, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved.
To suspend oneself in silence. To contemplate what’s real. To ignore what has happened. To pray for things to heal. When life moves on regardless Leaving you detached and alone. What is there left for you to cling to, Other … Continue reading →