Daniel Kemp

Passion.

Passion lived inside a heart now sadly empty and grey.

Optimism strode forward, begging it to stay.

A trace of lust had remained, but seldom had been viewed.

It fought for its life and slowly, passion was renewed.

It flowed, then raced, gathering pace, bursting onto the scene.

The like of which was remarked upon. “This has never been seen!”

It survived for just a short span of life, but into which it breathed,

A pure sense of love which before could never have been conceived.

Anything But Hackneyed. Amazon.com

Anything But Hackneyed. Amazon.co

LOST IN SPACE

Let loose in an international community,
I am either lost at sea, or a child in a candy store.
“How can we help you?” I am not sure.

The door to my heart was closed and locked,
Someone passed by and gently knocked.
The wind of love, it blew inside,
And though I tried, I could not hide.
The door was then flung open wide,
The Dame of Love, she stepped inside.

The heart and mind is your domain,
So is the blood flowing in each vein.
Each breath I take, cries out your name,
Your face has put the moon to shame.
How did you come, when had you knocked?
When was the door to my heart unlocked…?

(From the book, A Vagabond Heart by ShabeehHaider)

This is taken from a poetry book written by Shabeeh Haider. I think it is truly wonderful.

TURN OF TIDE

There is no joy the world can give; like that it takes away,
And now I know Lord Byron, what truth you wrote that day.
You’ll meet the person you loved, in that very, very place,
But the joy of days gone past, these days cannot replace.

The spark you lit inside my heart, has died with years of pain.
The love that flowed inside my veins, will no more flow again.
In days gone by, each time I looked, you took my breath away,
And the fire in my soul, it does not burn today.

Eyes full of tears, I held your hand, I said that I would die,
You said that people always part; just give your life a try.
You turned away and as you left, that hurt was something new,
In life, no one should feel that pain, O Lord I pray to you,

Years and years have passed us by; I’m not what I had been,
How I built my life again, if only you had seen,
And now you clasp my hand and say, without me you will die,
I turn away and say to you, please give your life a try.

(From The Book, A VAGABOND HEART, by Shabeeh Haider)

I should have, I could have, I would have.

But I wasn’t aware of what lay before me, and now I don’t care!

Had you have known?

Did you know?

If you’d known, would you have done the same?

Would there then have been a treasure chest,

Or, nothing of material gain?

This is the puzzle, the conundrum,

Something not easily understood.

What should have been? What would have been? 

If only we could! 

Would we have done, Should we have done? Could we have done,

If courage was more widespread?

Have we been? Are we being? Should we be, so easily led?

Read what lies behind the words, then you may understand, 
That wisdom and lunacy are forever; hand in hand!

A Quest.

My body grows weak as my mind does tire searching for the phrases that will never expire,

Explaining love and what it means for those who live within its dreams.

A lifetime spent in wasteful youth, never able to tell lies from truth,

Was not a way of finding that peace. How can I now find the release?

The words escape my grasp sometimes, failing me and emptying my lines,

But never will I cease my quest, until I’m finally laid to rest.

I’ll write them here, as they come to me. I’ll leave it to you, to see if you agree.

Love sees faults but pushes them aside

Never belittling and never them to deride.

Love never shows contempt for the things you may do.

It stays there forever, simply loving you.

Love is to accept that which cannot be changed.

Caring about each aspect without being constrained.

Loves never asks for a thing beyond your reach.

Knowing that you’d give, before being beseeched.

Love offers peace but can cause a war.

It can soothe a wound but can open a sore.

Love is an emotion that encompasses so very much,

Yet can be expressed by a simple, solitary touch.

Love can be a tie. It can be a release.

It can mean so much beyond belief.

To summarise, as I think I must. You either believe in love, or you have no trust.

Anything But Hackneyed…Amazon.com

Anything But Hackneyed…Amazon.co.uk