Category Archives: Writer and would be poet.

The Hope Of Hope: Part Four

Never allow the Devil to undervalue you Suddenly Belief recovered and dragged Faith to his feet. “Come,” he said. “We must go find Hope and Will. But we must be discreet! “But aren’t they both dead?” Faith uttered in surprise … Continue reading

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The Hope Of Hope: Part Three

As the death bell of the apocalypse sounded noisily above life’s trembling tree!   Pain sat in the room waiting for his friends to arrive. He carried no antibodies as he knew how to survive. Despair was an ally but … Continue reading

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If Christmas Was Not Just Once a Year

To not live alone and be apart To welcome love and share a heart To take a blow without complaint To offer peace without constraint To be pure when morals scream To only see beauty in all you dream * … Continue reading

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Sheer Terror

In death there is grace. Continue reading

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Introspection

Life without a friend is death without a witness. A witness does not always see the truth And as truth can sometimes be ignored Ignoring the needs of a friend is to die alone! © 2016, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

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The Talker

An amusing, but thoroughly irreverent short story of 2,300 words Chapter One The Talker Rosalina Orsini was Italian by lineage, English by birth and old by God’s decree. She could, and did, live with those first two characterisations, the last, … Continue reading

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Memories

Puddles of reflection are like mirrors to the mind. Images left behind you with their view redefined. A canopy of cover, a buffer to the pain. Puddles of reflection rippling in the rain. © 2016, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved

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If You Have Feelings Then Mad You Definitely Ain’t!

  If last week you carpeted the ceiling and today you’re painting the floor Then remember the first rule of decorating; always work towards the door. I once knew a man who never knew this, and he worked in the … Continue reading

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Moments

  The warm barrels of a shotgun with cordite in the air. Sailing on the ocean with the South wind in my hair. Crampons dug in deeply on a rocky, slimy face. Heaven can be found on earth if you … Continue reading

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I Am!

  I am a husband, I’m a grandfather. I’m a London taxi driver at times. Often I sit at my computer writing silly rhymes. I’m a cook, a washer-upper, a drink maker, and more. I do so much that sometimes … Continue reading

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