Daniel Kemp

The purpose behind writing a book is not just that it should be read. It is to exercise a troubled and restless mind.

Danny Kemp

He started with delicate brushstrokes painted on a golden screen

Depicting a mystical journey through a whimsical dream.

But it was the realism of reality that then directed his wrist

To a black out his canvas leaving only an angry secreting cyst.

He started again with a fresh palette and brush.

He changed the composition using heavy paints, both rich and lush.

But again the metaphysical view escaped from his dream.

He left his canvas to be swallowed by the pragmatist’s scream! 

© 2016, Danny Kemp.

Amazon

Mr Wallace had a sister who was very different than him

Where he was short and fat, she was tall and slim!

But the differences did not just stop there. Oh no, there were more.

Where he was slightly diffident she was confidently sure.

They went to the pub one night to have a drink or two.

There was a quiz going on so they stayed for quite a few!

They won the prize that night and went home to bed,

But in the morning the maid found one; laid out dead!

Mr Wallace was dead in his bedroom,

But the prize and his sister were gone.

She was last seen on a boat

Sailing on the Amazon!

Now the reason behind his murder was the prize of which I’ve not told

It was the millionth copy of The Desolate Garden that Danny Kemp had sold!

I wish!

© 2016, Danny Kemp.

If you like sliding down chimneys

And you don’t mind being pulled by a deer.

I know of a job where you can register

That will be available later this year.

You must like spreading joy and laughter

And you’ll need a beard that’s white.

The rest of your appearance is not important,

But you can’t give the kids a fright!

Please report immediately to Lapland

And make friends with the elves that are there.

You have a few weeks before they’ll need you

So watch carefully whilst seated in a comfy chair!

© 2016, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

As happiness is simply a concept and pure love only lived in a dream,

If your imagination became your reality could life be lived to the extreme?

As the extreme must by nature be infinite then how could one ever know

That the edge of life has been touched and there’s nowhere else to go?

© 2016, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

Indifference built the walls that locked creativity in.

Self-interest added the wire that compounded that sin.

Expression was apprehended as complacency swallowed the keys

And there was no public trial, and no one listened to the pleas.

Innocence was the next to fall trampled and crushed.

As to the deviance of wickedness all had rushed.

Greed played its hand, and what a hand it held.

Untiringly, invitingly, until all felt compelled.

Step forward compassion with the purest of heart.

“Where do we begin?” it said. “Where do we start?

The battles have been lost that’s true,

But the war is yet to end.

We must stand together as one

And this world we must defend.

This world existed before us and will survive beyond our years.

Put away your diffidence and shed no more tears.

Imagination will be our sword, expressing our eloquent speech,

And innocence it will be you that bursts through their breach.

That which those four bearers of evil has bestowed upon us all

Is now ended and this will be our rallying call:

…….We must conquer and divide. We must succeed this day.

That will be our pledge of allegiance to the God to whom we pray.”

Hope was recalled where deep in memories it lie. 

It joined the side of righteousness and they raised their banner high.

The skirmish was uneven as virtue won the day.

The forces of evil were vanquished and sent far, far away.

But this was just a dream you see, a dream within my mind,

Hypnotic fantasies hanging on a line!

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© 2016, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved