Category Archives: Writer and would be poet.

It’s Never Too Soon For Christmas?

  As winter lies across the base With its icy tentacles of frosty lace Above on the trunk of the big tree towers Across the land now bereft of flowers, Still squirrels scurry up and down To hidden nests buried … Continue reading

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Beyond What’s Old

  The crows fly low on a day such as this, As the cold eats the air then blows it out as a mist. Branches are naked their leaves now gone, Leaving birds all huddled in a whimpering throng.   The … Continue reading

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Time For A Funny One

A Woman Rugby Player… There was something about Emma that reminded me of Frank. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but she smelled quite rank! It could have been the odour that oozed from her body, Or that she … Continue reading

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With Violence As Your God

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

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Spread A Wing

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

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All That Breathe

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

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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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Love’s Memory, by Danny Kemp

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

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Conscience Stinks, by Danny Kemp

War has no conscience, there’s no room in any fight. Conscience only fits those who think they’re right. In war everyone pays a price. Bodies burn. Wounds bleed. War is never precise People lie. Conscience comes cheap when someone else … Continue reading

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Illusions, Abstracts and Reality, by Danny Kemp

Dark as the dark reflected through the glass. Deep as the deepest love that’s ever been asked. Both are illusions that can never be touched. But life can be felt, if it’s tightly clutched. © 2014, Danny Kemp. All rights … Continue reading

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