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For a lie to add piquancy to a story, the story would be factual. Fantasy needs no lie to stimulate or excite. But if the factual story is contrived or fallacious then it’s the fantasy that is the truth.
THE STORY THAT HAD NO BEGINNING
It will leave you guessing until the very end!
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A Great Chocolate Adventure
It was two nights before Christmas, a cold and cloudy day
When the Roundy Twins thought of a new idea for play
Into Sir Chocolate’s Chocolatier, the naught pair snuck
And found his sweet decorating tools; for them a bit of luck
They spent the long winter’s evening, having a lot of fun
And admired their handiwork, when they were quite done
They had painted the town with Sir Chocolate’s edible-paint
The tubes were all empty, they had painted without restraint
Pictures and graffiti adorned every house in town’s walls
They’d been to the local market and sprayed all the stalls
And the stage in the park, was full of paint and a mess
The twins were shocked at how it looked, I must confess
They felt some remorse, the annual play was on Christmas Eve
They’d painted all the props, not one did they miss and leave
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These legs once rode horses with no stirrups nor saddle.
These legs once cut through the mud for a try-saving tackle.
Now they ache as every movement is a strain,
And off to hospitals, I take them to explain their pain.
They say they listen but sorry, there is no cure.
All we have is in this shiny brochure.
Pills, oh yes, we can prescribe you some.
They can ease the pain but they can make you dumb.
For the side effects, we’ll give you some more.
We will give you a form so you can keep a score.
Our one to ten is so much fun.
If you mark too many zeros we’ll give you a gun.
Shall we say a month before our next get together,
That’s provided of course you accept you won’t get better.
But your time is up. Now you must go.
The nurse will find a chair. She’ll push you real slow!
© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
If yesterday was your future and today is already your past,
Would the knowledge I’ve imparted be shocking and leave you aghast?
If I was to say that your dream was real and it actually occurred,
Would you visit a psychiatrist to check your memory’s not blurred?
If life was not measured by only what we do
Then time might present us with a different mode of value.
Imagine reality is a dream, but we’re still able to have dreams
Then perspective is our nightmare where not all is what it seems.
Is it life that’s the illusion that time wants to hide?
Or is time the illusion that life hides behind?
© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
I really liked this article.
The problem with living in a downstairs flat is that there is no upstairs. This may sound obvious, but when you have lived in a house almost all your life, with an upstairs, you tend to forget. Many times I have grabbed my camera to head for the upstairs windows, only to realise that the couple who live up there might, possibly, object to me barging in unannounced every sunset and dawn.
My home is on a roughly east-west axis. Just sufficiently ‘off’ to mean that in summer, I can watch the sun rise from my pillow without needing to move. In winter I see the dawn through the garden doors that are, inevitably, already open for the dog.
Sunsets are a bit more problematic. The curve of the houses in my street and the rooftops opposite my kitchen window block most of my view. I get only the spreading…
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If sanity was irrelevant and normality just a nightmarish event
Then could my insanity be accepted and not treated with contempt?
I’m told by my doctor that my condition will not pass,
But when I try to explain everyone just seems to laugh.
It’s not very funny being funny when you try your best to appear sane
But when I’m serious it’s me everyone wants to blame.
To be insane is best if no one can tell that you’re not
And all’s that’s wrong is your lid’s missing off your auntie’s teapot!
© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
I loved this and hope you do too.
Today I am delighted to introduce you to author, poet and blogger, Victoria Zigler. Victoria, known as Tori to her friends, is an author of a number of lovely children’s books, some of which I have read and really enjoyed. She has also published some lovely poetry books.
I was excited to be a part of Robbie’s poetry readathon. But this presented me with a bit of a conundrum.
You see, picking a favourite of my poems is hard for me. Actually, I’m not very good at picking favourites of things in general, but I find it even more difficult with my own work, because each piece is special to me in some way. So I made it a little easier on myself by focussing on one particular poetry collection: Mr. Pumpkin-Head And Other Poems.
“Why that one particular collection?” I hear you ask.
Well, it’s quite…
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A new storybook from Sally Cronin
Daniel Kemp 