Two ‘T’s’ and a ‘D.’ Or, Copulation in The New World Order.

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Tongue-in-cheek and hopefully amusing enough to bring a smile to your face.

I have been giving some thought again to the practice of some writers in giving away their work as a means of enticing that magical breed of people called ‘readers,’ to pay a financial cost for their subsequent work.

Having accepted this practise to be widespread, I have moved on from, but using, that strategy into another realm of life. Somewhere, perhaps, it could be beneficial to the coming generations of not only readers, but the whole world population. Copulation!

Instead of marriage or, come to that, a living together arrangement, why not a ‘suck it and see’ philosophy.

Here’s my plan.

You, I don’t mean you personally but I’m just using that term loosely, see someone who you, again not personal, want as a partner, and of course it goes without saying they feel the same way about you, so you ‘try’ each other out. We must set a time limit for this, let’s say one month.

During that flirting period, sex and all forms of intimacies must be entered into vigorously with no regard to safety, apart from obvious health issues. This of course is parallel to that first seductive free offer by the crafty writer. However, this first experience, in both cases, might be the only good bit. So caution should be advocated and a somewhat sceptical attitude adopted.

If one finds that part of the budding relationship is in any way dull and predictable, cooking for each other should be the next step. A good fillet steak or something along that line. The second enticement, or freebie. Are you following me? I do hope so.

Washing, ironing and domestic chores could be thrown into the mix by one partner, as a way of special appeal, if things are wavering slightly. Similar, you see, to a third seductive freebie, given by that cunning writer.

Now we arrive at the crunch.

With the writer’s approach of freebies carrying no value, there is no monetary refund the reader is entitled to. If not fully satisfied by what they have experienced, the only thing he, or she, can do is not pay for any future work from the person. They can, and in all probability, simply move on to the next free offer from someone new. Shameful, but such is life in all its variety, taste and capriciousness.

I would not wish to encourage such promiscuous and irresponsible behaviour in any form, in my proposed future human togetherness.

With my proposal, for the next new World Order, which I have named the two T’s and a D: Taste, Try and Discard, there will be an initial non-returnable deposit. Because of this, I hope people will place a value on the interrelationship on which this new World will be based, and have great principles and self-esteem in seeing the association through to an orderly conclusion.

 

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Advice

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Don’t give me the answers to the questions you ask.

Make me think.


Show me an example of your imagination.

Excite my mind.


Capture me with your opening line.

Grab my attention.


Let your inspiration light a spark in my soul.

Take my breath.


Put your heart into your words.

Make me believe.


If you can do all this, then write your book and let the pain begin.

Empty yourself of emotion, leaving no pride to remain within.

If you become a purveyor of words, be prepared to pay the cost.

The price is heavy and exorbitant, everything you were will be lost! 

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The Human Race

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We, as humans, I’m including myself in that collective plural although I can understand why some may think differently of me, are the only living form on this planet that can reason, understand a point of view held by others, form opinions and think for ourselves.

Do we though? 

One thing we do a lot of, is aspire to change our personal living conditions and improve our status and influence. In other words we would like to be better regarded, respected and liked; or noticed. However, from the first stage of becoming cognisant of boundaries, and our personal limitations, we realise that life is not balanced nor fair. Regardless of this stated fact, we plough on in our quest to change our lot!

Is this, as Mr Spock, the science officer aboard the starship Enterprise, would say; an extension of the debilitating characteristics that prevent us become rational or, as I would suggest; an innate quality that stops us becoming animals?

There is however, a third hypothesis. Some ‘humans’ are so egotistical that they make the animal kingdom look tame!

It does not matter what amount of effort you, as a person, put into to the act of existing, and living a rewarding life, something beyond your comprehension can diminish your endeavours in one blow. Some call this fate or destiny. Whatever you call it, it’s there!

How many times, in an average human lifespan, will the hackneyed expression of “ why did this happen to me,” in its negative form, be used? Yet without the tenacity and strength that enables more attempts to be made, very few great achievements would have come about.

Here I would mention a fault in the human chromosome that Darwinians neglect in their explanation of his unfinished Origin Of The Species, but I’m sure he would have done. The case to be made on the inclusion of fools! No matter how far culture advances, some animals, in human disguise, will remain wild and untamed. These are throw backs to a jungle environment where civilisation, and the supposed miraculous process of evolution, never materialised. There are still mutants in society that have not transmuted.

As I have previously inferred that fate plays its hand when we least expect it to, it often arrives at the same time as we, I’m still using the plural but soon I will place myself in the singular, reach for a universal solution to our woes. This can be when war rages and death is the given answer. Down through centuries the aspirations of one nation over another, or people, have arrived because of fear, or the possession of some asset that is looked upon enviously. I would include intellect amongst the many assets that are envied. 

Some alleged humans were evil, Hitler being the primary example. Others slow in transmutation, using lies and misinformation to hide their lack of judicious reasoning. The politician that feebly follows popular opinion, reacting to it rather than initiating debate, is a prime example. In Great Britain we had one not so long ago, who then quickly found Christianity as his vindication, whereas the truth lay in the iniquitous worship of power. 

He was democratically elected into office because the majority that voted were unhappy with their lot! Hitler was adhered to through fear, and the dissatisfaction of Germany’s treatment at the end of the first World War. They wanted to change their lot, but without democracy left it to force. Are the insurrections in the Middle East due to their introduction to democracy, or the dissatisfaction with their fate in its hands?

Do we think for ourselves, or blindly follow pre-transmuted humans who cannot reason?

I have read that times are changing. No longer does the present younger generation believe in the left-wing principles of righteousness in poverty, nor the morality of sacrifice. The adherence to polytechnic theories of a sheltered life, where no mistakes are made, are being replaced by more risks being accepted as the way forward for humanity. In my opinion this change is to be welcomed and praised. Without risk, progress in all forms of the understanding of another’s views will never happen, nor will the discoveries that benefit all.

As the theory of evolution is based squarely on the assumption that a forward thinking amoeba crawled from a pond because it wanted to transmute into a frog, is the changing perception of human values the start of humans transmuting into another breed? Or, is it fate decreeing that at last reasoning will play a hand in the human destiny?

One of our greatest gift as humans is our ability to reason that fate is not an enemy, it is an addition to life, and the challenge it presents should be embraced. Fate, destiny, whatever its name, requires some degree of change. Maybe that change will be massive. The acceptance of peace, and regard for others won’t happen, if the continuing self-interest of politicians, driven by business affiliations, are followed. Perhaps, it will be small. A change in the opinion that the blind acceptance of democracy must follow a popular opinion. The contrary is true, democracy demands questioning.

One day, perhaps, a Vulcan will be able to exchange rational views with the descendants of a human race. A shared meeting, where Pericles can attend, and explain his own transmutation process to the exceptionally enquiring mind of Darwin and the answer to the question of why humans lasted so long, answered.

Danny Kemp, with a singular spirit, and maybe puerile ideals.

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THE WORLD I LIVE IN:DYING MAN

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When am deep in my world
My head spinning to the sounds of silence
Breathing the air of violence
Bleeding,my arm on my ribs
On my knees as flashes of doted lines upon my concrete roof
Pine curved into rugged,rough edges spelling my life’s pages
Words I could say,sipped through the tongue into oblivion
Rhythms I could have sung
Never to capture the ears of men.unheard!
Unheard are my thoughts,
The seed of my existence,the power of my essence
Never to be!
Nudges,hunches
Clenched fists,no stories of punches
All the doves I enslaved in my fist,never set free into the sky
All the soaring eagles I offered a bed to lie
Peaceful slumber,to think I heard a reply!

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The Phone Call.

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I wrote this one on seeing a lady in tears whilst speaking on her mobile phone and gesticulating, wildly, with her free hand.

The Phone Call.

Why must I listen to your news standing here,

With my mobile phone pressed against my ear?


I feel naked and exposed to the sadness you express,

Without a hope of any happiness.


The street is cold, so is your heart.

Why tell me now that we are to part?


You could have waited until I was home,

Instead of telling me when I’m all alone.


Why does my hand keep moving in tune,

To the words, I say to repel the gloom?


Darkness pervades my every thought.

Now there’s someone else that your money has bought?


I helped you make it, don’t you recall?

When we had nothing, nothing at all.


Except the love that you said we shared,

Whilst I took the knocks and you risked and dared.


Now it seems you have what you need,

A new girl on your arm, one eager to please.


Why must I listen to your news standing here,

With my mobile phone pressed against my ear?


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Anything But Hackneyed Amazon.com

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The Style, by Danny Kemp.

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I believe the saying goes; ‘as graceful as a Gazelle,’ but having never seen one live I cannot vouch for the authenticity of that. I will, however, accept its truism. I wonder though if a Gazelle ever looked around, if he, or she, might see gracefulness elsewhere, other than in themselves?

 I am a licensed London taxi driver, plying my trade on the busy congested streets of our capital city and don’t get me wrong, I do look where I’m driving, but spending most of the day staring at the back end of a bus, or another cab, does not inspire me in the slightest way. What does though are the fashionable women and girls that grace our pavements and thoroughfares.

It always amazes me just how elegant and stylish some women carry themselves even in the most trying of conditions that London can present. We are a naturally adaptable but ‘hurrying’ race the British, rushing around either to keep warm during our colder months, or ducking in and out of rain showers and, on occasions, keeping cool in the oppressive heat that affects us during those halcyon summer days appearing when we are least prepared for them.

Men tend to dress in the sombre colours of black or grey, practical for their business perhaps, but leaving it to the women to lighten the mood with a bright sprightliness that powers through the gloom of any winters day.     

It is the colourless men in the hurry, whilst our female compatriots glide through the crowded streets; and more importantly, the shops!

A month or so back, in the cold and wet, I stopped the cab for a very well presented lady, wearing a cream fly fronted Burberry raincoat matching her umbrella, in a street just off Belgrave Square. She was going to lunch at a newly opened restaurant near Savile Row she explained, but first asked if I would mind if she did a little shopping with two friends. I of course agreed and her two friends were summoned from the open door behind her and, oblivious to the rain, flowed down the three steps in a blaze of electric blue and tangerine, onto the pavement and into the warmth of the rear of my cab.

The mingling aromas of sweet perfumes were a welcome divergence from the accustomed stench of car fumes.

Our first stop was at a French perfumery establishment, a short distance away in Halkin Street, where they stayed for ten minutes or so. Next came a similar journey in length to a bespoke milliners where they alighted, laughing in an unpretentious manner enjoying the day despite the chill that all around seemed to be suffering from.

I waited contentedly with the heater going, watching the world go past and the meter gleefully clicking over.

They hadn’t spoken to me whilst we traveled, they had no need, nor did I expect it, but the giggles and general feeling of wellbeing that they shared affected me in a positive way, bring forth a smile now and again for no obvious reason to anyone catching sight of an old haggard cab driver such as me.

“Could we just go around the corner to ‘Chanel’s’ driver?” The lady who had hailed me requested, as three happy shoppers drifted effortlessly into the back again.

After some twenty to thirty minutes of this exhausting labour, and with a couple of lightweight shopping bags, the three climbed back in and off I went, taking them to their lunch reservation.

Why is shopping such a tiring thing for men, but a pleasure for women!

By Danny Kemp

 

 

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AS THE WIND DOES BLOW.

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As the tide does turn,

With its ebb and flow.

So a tree will bend, 

As the wind does blow.


As a heart does ease,

With a loving touch.

So a memory will return,

If the pain is too much.


As all life will end, 

When its time is through.

So love will disappear,

If you allow it to!


As youth turns to age,

Enjoy each season then let it go.

But live life to its fullest,

Before the wind does blow.


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On the altar of love

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I am ready
To be sacrificed
On the altar of love.

I watch with fascination
As my body is sanctified
Sandalwood paste
Making my skin, smooth and fragrant

Sprinkled holy water
Falls like cold rain
Drops adorn me
Like dew on flower petals

I wait
Night is approaching fast
Flutter of wings
Matches the flutter of heart.

I watch
As the bird of pray swoops down
I inhale his smell
I know him
From some past , may be.

I watch
As it feasts
On bits of me

I feel no pain
Just curiosity
How much of me will remain
After love has taken all.

(C) Sunita Jugran

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Your Greatest Gift Is Your Imagination.

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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?


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If I Had A Soul That Was Alive, Your Presence Would Fill It And Give Me Hope.

 

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A star burst in the night sky. 

The sparkling dust entered your heart,

And settled there.

Allowing you to dream of making a new start.


A wave burst onto a stoney shore.

It swept all before it, and cleansed your heart.

Leaving room for love once more


A fire started to burn away the misery

That had locked your heart,

Leaving only emptiness to remain.

It warmed every tissue that it found,

And at last it wiped away the pain.


A thunderous wind blew my name into your mind.

It filled your every thought.

Turning your attention to anything else; blind!


All this is but a dream, but If I had a soul that was alive,

Your presence would fill it and give me hope.

Despair now is my partner.

Wherever you are, I trust that love survives.


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