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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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If You Have Feelings Then Mad You Definitely Ain’t!

  If last week you carpeted the ceiling and today you’re painting the floor Then remember the first rule of decorating; always work towards the door. I once knew a man who never knew this, and he worked in the … 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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I Am!

  I am a husband, I’m a grandfather. I’m a London taxi driver at times. Often I sit at my computer writing silly rhymes. I’m a cook, a washer-upper, a drink maker, and more. I do so much that sometimes … Continue reading

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A Simple Question

  If the eradication of failure would mean that all could achieve success, When will control of the population be the question that some will address? When failure is no longer an option, and the weak have been removed, Will … Continue reading

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Love Can Leave A Heart With The Deepest Scar!

Love has no conscience. Love takes no blame. There is no heart that love cannot claim. Love trips! Love outwits! Love doesn’t choose a time and place One love another love can willfully displace! Love despises reason. Love can foster … 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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