You’re Not A Wuss✊🏽 / Motivational Speaker: Ray Smitty💫

Wise words here……read on

LoveYOUself💘🌺

💫 Can I be real with you? When I was younger, maybe around elementary and middle school, I always saw the world as this strict playground where you had to abide by certain rules. Each person on the playground had a job, and if you didn’t do your job then you’d be punished either by the legal system or by society. One of the main roles of every man was to be strong, provide for the family, and protect.

💫As I got older I realized that nowhere on their agenda was the phrase “Love yourself”. We never took the time out to sit down and appreciate ourselves, and there weren’t many older men who took out the time to guide us; I guess it was sort of a “figure it out on your own” type of thing. Because the old heads always had this “work hard and be manly and…

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Destiny(part 1)

Someone relatively new to me and by all accounts new to blogging. The eternal problem of learning to let go and learning to accept responsibility.

Be Yourself Forever ❤

The voice of the engine echoed in my ears, sitting in the car my heart started to beat faster as we were coming closer to…my new home. I wonder what it could be like to stay with a mother. ‘Ok there?’My father said with a smile. ‘Ya’I said politely but I wasn’t ready for it after my mom died I was left alone with my dad ,he was like a mother and father to me. His affection and love was there to guide me always. ‘We are here’ the driver said stopping the car with a jolt . Stepping out I lost on balance making me fall right on the ground. I closed my eyes tightly but felt a hand around me .’ Careful there , you could get hurt’ a soft voice spoke whispering in my ear . I looked up to find a tall handsome blue eyed guy…

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Goodreads Giveaway

There were 1096 entrants for the single autographed copy of The Desolate Garden. http://mybook.to/DesolateGarden

The winner was drawn today by Goodreads. He is a Mr Fillion, and comes from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. I have posted the signed novel to him today.

My thanks to all who entered particularly any who saw it advertised on my blog.

Daniel Kemp

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Australia Versus England

I doubt there has been a rivalry in sport harder fought or more anticipated than anything between England and Australia, but that “friendship” was sorely tested in one series of cricket known as……The Bodyline Series when actual WAR was considered possible!

This is a memorable account of that and other Test Matches between the two sporting nations by Pauline Conolly.

https://paulineconolly.com/2015/crickets-sticky-wicket/

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London In Black & White

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A night in the storm

Hurricane Irma!

Rebekah Lyn's Kitchen

Hurricane Irma was my first hurricane completely on my own. When it was predicted to come up the east coast, I considered going to stay with some cousins on the west coast, or even getting a hotel in Orlando. When the track changed, sending the eye of the storm up the west coast instead, I decided to stay home.

I could have gone and spent the night with some friends a few miles away. Maybe I should have or maybe God wanted me home alone. I learned a lesson about pride when my power went out at 8pm. One of the reasons I hadn’t wanted to stay with my friends was that my power had been so reliable during Hurricane Matthew last year.

Mia trying to open the door with her mind. Hurricane bunker provisions

I learned a lot about drawing close to God too. After tornado warnings that were…

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An accident

Incarcerated shadows

An accident.
Flash fiction
By AJ O’Brien.

She was a total stranger to George,
but she lay in his arms.
The car hit her two minutes ago
as George walked home.
He rushed over and knelt beside her,
not knowing what to do.

“I’ve phoned an ambulance ” said a voice
from the gathering crowd.

“There’s an ambulance on the way. Okay.
Just hold on.” whispered George.

Her empty eyes looked up.

“What’s, what’s your name?”

“George. What’s yours?”

“Sally. I don’t. I don’t feel any pain.
Is that good, good or bad George?”

“I don’t know Sally. The ambulance will
be here real soon. Oh God. Please don’t die.”

Sally closed her eyes.
Blood began to trickle from her left ear.

“George? George? Where are you?”

“I’m here Sally. I’m here.”

“Tell me something nice George. Something happy.”
Sally whispered, her eyes still closed.

“Oh. Okay. I know. It’s…

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Drowning In The City Or Dancing In The Sea?

I went to the city with the stinking cars
With the office blocks tall and their windows of bars
I walked through the bustle in the putrid air
My mind was gone my soul was bare.

Where a smile was once now only pain could be seen
Grey was the colour concreted over the green
Eyes bore down, a frown on every face
Ghosts of yesterday were gone without trace

Fight your way onwards fight your way down
Wear not your thorns but polish your crown
Ask me now where I’d rather be
Drowning in the city or dancing in the sea?

© 2017, Danny Kemp All rights reserved.

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War Years In London 1939–1945

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I was born in 1949 and I can remember playing on bombsites in what must have been the middle to late 50’s

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Spears

If love played the game as played by fools

Then life could be lived outside any rules

That governs the heart as it learns to give

A love so pure that it’s a joy to live.

 

But life is lived on a higher string

That no love can twist or suddenly bring,

To the rationality of the pain and tears

As the heart is bled by loveless spears.

 

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