Tag Archives: Danny Kemp

Introspection

Life without a friend is death without a witness. A witness does not always see the truth And as truth can sometimes be ignored Ignoring the needs of a friend is to die alone! © 2016, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

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The Talker

An amusing, but thoroughly irreverent short story of 2,300 words Chapter One The Talker Rosalina Orsini was Italian by lineage, English by birth and old by God’s decree. She could, and did, live with those first two characterisations, the last, … Continue reading

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Memories

Puddles of reflection are like mirrors to the mind. Images left behind you with their view redefined. A canopy of cover, a buffer to the pain. Puddles of reflection rippling in the rain. © 2016, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved

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The Semi-Colon Who Wanted To Be Laid

  The little semi-colon sat with a conscience heavily weighed. In the corner, he waited patiently with the hope of getting laid (don’t jump to conclusions) On a page not written but gasping to get out, From the writer’s mind … Continue reading

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What Would I See?

If death was to paint its picture what colour would it be? Set in non-reflective black, or would your face I see? Would it shine brightly etched in marble, Or hide in the shadows like a thief? Where is the … Continue reading

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Do You Know?

I hear you! Your voice is silent, but it invades the air. You deny hope to the living, Leaving bodies to rot in despair. I sense you! I feel, I smell you. I taste, Your lavish scent of greed As … Continue reading

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The Truth is Always Misconstrued

Poetic Confusion Optical Illusion Images Not Viewed. Parliamentary Constitution A Mental Institution Instruments to Delude. World Desolation Climate Configuration Tension Never Defused. A Stressed Population A Child’s Deprivation Only Wealth ever Valued. Human Reconstruction Armed Domination The Truth is Always … Continue reading

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Love Is a Belief That Wants No Cure

If the mind was silent and all thoughts are stilled, Then the heart can listen and all dreams can be fulfilled. If the pain can be forgotten and all fears pushed aside, Then emotions can be trusted and the heart … Continue reading

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A Christmas Story

The man put down his shotgun and stared straight ahead. Every target had been shattered and now were laying dead. With only hours left till Christmas, how could he be so cruel? Was he really a seasoned murderer or just … Continue reading

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Christmas Cards

I never send my wife a Christmas card. I could say I believe them a rip-off in the sense of the price, the queuing to pay for it and the sentimental old tosh that’s written inside, but none of those … Continue reading

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