Poetry

When I was a young man the first thing on my mind was the opposite sex. Next came rugby in the winter and cricket in the summer. Academic studies were not high on my list of priorities. However, there was one poet who stuck in my mind and it wasn’t so much his work that I remember, it was the brevity he used to express emotions or paint an image. That man was Percy Bysshe Shelley and I can’t even remember how to pronounce his middle name.

Some of his poems were not brief they went on and on and on to the delight of poetry aficionados, but not me. The telling of a long-winded poem to a beautiful girl was not a priority. However, succinct poetry that drove a spear through all resistance was!

This old poem of mine is influenced by Shelley’s great command of the simplistic.

 

The Girl In The Heart

To rise from this barren earth
To soar above, to wing away
To escape from all that’s lacking
And live to love another day

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Sunday

The sun bathes the garden, the colours it ignites.
The sky is the blue that promises Heavenly delights.
The still air is broken only by the slightest of breeze.
The only sound is from the birds in the surrounding trees.

A spectrum of colour in all of its shades
A walk in the shadows or through sun-speckled glades.
Either feel good if you’ve mind so to do,
The choices are there, they’re all up to you.

A Sunday breaking forth serene and relaxed.
Imagination is on hold, creativity untaxed.
My mind lays dormant as it’s a time to reflect,
On a life well lived but far from perfect.

What life is this if there’s no joy to behold?
What life can it be with no stories to be told?
Where would life be without the rain and the sun?
How would one feel if it’s all over before it’s all done?

But that is far off as you want on days such as this,
Watching the bees do their work as flowers they gently kiss.
Watch the sun as it changes the shadows to light.
Spend your days in your Heaven and rejoice in the sight!

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Quotes

When I’m bored as I am now, waiting for my latest novel to come back from its editing and proofreading, I try my hand at writing poetry and some Quotes. In a selfish thought, I hope one or two of them will survive my passing. I post the quotes to a site on Goodreads where I have just posted this one:

In order to criticise all one needs is a pen.
Fault can be found everywhere one looks if that is what one wants to find.
Beauty hides its face from criticism because it knows that those who seek to find fault will find it in her.
To withstand criticism and to write, needs a heart, not a pen.

© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved

This is the link to the Goodreads page if you would honour me and read some others.

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/list/72612151

 

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Questions

Question

Where cast you love when love has died,
When the heart stops racing and there’s nothing inside?
Where goes passion, exciting and heaven-sent?
Where goes its taste, its fragrance, and its scent?

Can love once lived be lived once more?
Could absorbed by love be life’s cure?
If death be an end from which there’s no defence,
Was love created as death’s recompense?

© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved

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Alex Dahl: The Heart Keeper

It sounds good to me

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Alex Dahl’s newest Scandanavian Noir, The Heart Keeper, comes with a giveaway! One lucky reader who leaves a comment will be chosen to receive a copy of the book, so all you readers and lurkers out there, leave a comment today!

The book has a harrowing premise that makes it irresistible. Alison is the former celebrated journalist who became a mother later in life, and then lost her little girl to a drowning accident. The tragedy is one she cannot get over, and she’s consumed with grief. It’s ruining her health and her marriage.

But one thought helps her through her sorrow: that other children have been helped by the donation of Amalie’s organs.

Iselin has her own daughter, a sickly child who needed a heart transplant. She has received Amalie’s heart, and two struggle to find normality after the effects of the huge surgery Kaia’s had.

The single…

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The Thirst Of Love

The excitement was overwhelming,
I was losing my grip.
I was clinging to a precipice
With my feet about to slip.

The air became oppressive,
My breathing was cut short.
There had to be an end to it.
Sometime soon it had to halt.

The tension was immense,
My head was swirling around.
I had to get away from there
And touch solid ground.

The atmosphere was electric.
We both felt it. It was hell.
If we had not met,
There’d be nothing to tell?

There was no other way than admit it,
But who would confess first?
It was I. I confessed love.
Living my life since then in an undying thirst.

© 2019, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved.

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Us?

Who have we accused a million times
Of pasteurising those discordant minds
As humans were forced between the lines
That designates the choice assigned.

Beware that you do conform
To symbols that signify your norm
Shown by the clothes that are worn
For the duties of which you’re asked to perform.

Comply they say or see you dead
To the communist kiss of crimson red
But hide you not under democracy’s bed
Forgetting who fought for freedom and bled.

Where I ask did freedom go
That was enjoyed by many not so long ago?
Was it those keeping silent and hiding low
Who aimed that fatal killing blow?

As the milksop averts your sight
Inward look, not feast on a fight.
Take wing as an aid on your flight
As we bow in servitude to the might.

A million curses I do say
As a juggernaut passes over the ground we lay
Beside those that stood in freedoms way
When a choice has death as the label to pay!

© 2019, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved.

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No Rules

I want to go and live on a mad farm
And laugh my life away.
I want to be surrounded by the silly
And indulge in daily horseplay.

I want nothing of serious discussion
Nor hear any more sad news.
I don’t want to be with the ignorant
And listen to their puerile views.

I know there are the starving in Africa
And to know that makes me sad,
But protesting against wars have led me nowhere
And it’s that heartlessness that has driven me mad.

I want to go live on a mad farm
Where there is no time of the day.
I want to go live with real people
Where there are no rules to obey.

© 2019 Danny Kemp All rights reserved

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Found On FaceBook

Her hair was up in a ponytail,
Her favourite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy’s Day at school,
And she couldn’t wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn’t there today.
But still, her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
A dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats.
One by one the teacher called a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
A man who wasn’t there.

‘Where’s her daddy at?’
She heard a boy call out. ‘
She probably doesn’t have one,’
Another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
‘Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day.’

The words did not offend her,
As she smiled up at her Mum.
And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of this child,
Came words incredibly unique.

‘My Daddy couldn’t be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him, I
wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
And how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,
And ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I’m not standing here alone.
‘Cause my daddy’s always with me,
Even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
He’ll forever be in my heart’

With that, her little hand reached up,
And lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
Beneath her favourite dress.
And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years?
For she stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.

‘I love my daddy very much, he’s my shining star.
And if he could, he’d be here,
But heaven’s just too far.
You see he is a British soldier
And died just this past year
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
And taught Britain’s to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes, it’s like he never went away.’
And then she closed her eyes,
And saw him there that day.

And to her mother’s amazement,
She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them,
Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side.

‘I know you’re with me, Daddy,’
To the silence, she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long-stemmed rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far.

Take the time…to live and love. Until eternity. R.I.P. Brave Soldiers everywhere xxx

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A Question

The eyes were open and the ears could hear,
But no one could figure it out.
But when the eyes were shut and the ears were closed,
No one had any doubt.

Secrets and lies we must hide from view
That’s the way life teaches us to be.
But if time stood still when the truth was told
Then we may have found the key

What if time never moved, but you did move
Circling the truth and the lies?
Could that become your moment of truth
Or would the truth be what you despise?

Heaven, Hell, are they places to go,
Or are they both where we have been?
What if you visited both with your eyes firmly closed,
And it’s only the present that is ever seen?

Who told the lies? Who could discover any truth
If the senses were never used?
No one knows the real purpose of life,
As the truth is always abused.
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