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London; The Thirty-first Floor View, by Danny Kemp

A vista of trite monotony painted by a rapacious hand. A magnet pulling workers tethered daily by its rubber band. It spreads its tentacles widely in the early hours, To cluster them together locked in its glazed towers. London from … Continue reading

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Me!

If you are ever so fed up that you need a smile, then on the link below you will find my website. I cannot guarantee that you will laugh yourself silly, but I hope it’s amusing and gives an insight into … Continue reading

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Who Holds The Blame? By Danny Kemp

Was anyone watching in 45 when all was given peace? The dead had given their souls away for the living to find release. For forty-five years, a bomb held the day, with the brave holding fear. They cherished that threat … Continue reading

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Embrace Your Body To Pass Through The Age Of Anxiety, by Danny Kemp (with due regard to WH Auden)

One doesn’t have to dress for dinner, But if dining with strangers it’s probably better so to do! One doesn’t have to be dressed to commit murder, But if it’s a chilly night then be prepared to catch the flu! … Continue reading

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Don’t Drop The (English) Biscuit! By Danny Kemp

. A cup of tea with a dunked biscuit sitting on the bottom! If that’s how your day begins, does it make you feel rotten? Do you pick it up with a spoon then lick the spoon clean? Satisfying I … Continue reading

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Everything and Nothing, by Danny Kemp

“Nothing is not always nothing,” said the wise man to the child, “Because nothing can be everything,” he added as he smiled. “Nothing can be your wish, your dream and your desire, But only if you had everything and from that … Continue reading

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Unspoken Love, by Danny Kemp

His heart is racing as her face he touches, but he’s holding on to his sanity. His life is over unless the words she utters, break free from her banality. Say you love me, his screams unanswered. He’s praying violently. … Continue reading

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An Unscarred Past

I can remember riding a bike downhill, trying to wear out a pair of shoes my parents had bought me that I didn’t like. I can remember the day my heart raced, after I’d told a lie and been found … Continue reading

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A Scoffing Rhyme

A dog chasing a bird is something so quite absurd, that it requires some remarking on.   A news reporter reporting the news without adding their own views could it ever be escaped from?   The police recording crime takes … Continue reading

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Leave Me Here For Eternity.

Fields painted in swaying green A rippling brook darts through the scene. Peace, tranquility, a riverside bench A thirst for Heaven on which to quench. Fly me high, let me soar, Let me gaze, let me adore, Let me bathe … Continue reading

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