Daniel Kemp’s Books
Category Archives: Writer and would be poet.
To hallucinate from reality, not excepting the truth. To live a life of fantasy, in the mind of a youth. To hide your mind from darkness, seeing only what shines. Is to worship an evil God, who speaks from a … Continue reading
If there be treachery of love on tongues that mouth The lies that damn our sacred vows, Then burning death awaits its call On devil’s wings and those that crawl. Death too sweet for an arrow strike. That taste … Continue reading
Autumn leaves of burnished gold their life now over, their story told Fall from trees and gracefully lie, then fade from sight as they die. On grass, on paths, on ponds they lay, waiting patiently the rotting decay That awaits … Continue reading
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
Love’s Memory, by Danny Kemp As a drop of water becomes an ocean, And a ripple a wave; A heart can never forget The love that it gave. As a kiss melts into memory, And a smile fades from view; … Continue reading