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Tag Archives: radio today
St Valentine
Do you celebrate St Valentine and the tradition of courtly love, Or is your celebration not focused on spiritual things from above? What do your senses speak of when faced with what thrills you? I’ll list some of what are … Continue reading
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Tagged Caravaggio, choir, love, Lovers, Radio 4, Radio Kent, Radio London, radio today, saint, sky, thoughts, Valentine, woman, Writing
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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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Tagged BBC, concept, Danny Kemp, dreams, http://danielkemp.co.uk/, London, london cab, Radio 4, Radio London, radio today, sky, thoughts, Writing
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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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Tagged BBC, europe and america, London, london cab, Radio 4, Radio London, radio today, sky, Writing
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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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Tagged Agents, BBC, change, death, dreams, europe and america, http://danielkemp.co.uk/, http://www-thedesolategarden-com.co.uk/, London, london cab, Radio 4, Radio Kent, Radio London, radio today, refugees, United Nations, Writing
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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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Tagged betrayal, despair, dreams, feelings, London, london cab, Radio 4, Radio Kent, Radio London, radio today, Scar Sonnet, sky, thoughts, Who cares
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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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Tagged Agents, BBC, concept, Danny Kemp, dreams, europe and america, http://www-thedesolategarden-com.co.uk/, London, london cab, love, Lovers, pain, Radio 4, Radio Kent, Radio London, radio today, sky, thoughts
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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
A Contrasting Life
A bright shining moon in a tomb coloured sky. Contrasts we see as the years slip by. Winters that are warm, summers that are cold, These and many more things we see as we get old. December is finishing, it’s … Continue reading
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Tagged BBC, Christmas, God, http://www-thedesolategarden-com.co.uk/, London, london cab, love, Peace, Radio 4, Radio Kent, Radio London, radio today, sky, star, thoughts, Winter, Writing
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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
Mother and Child
Flickering raindrops on telephone wires. Chimneys in the distance standing like gothic spires. There is no sun only streetlights alight, It’s the morning, but it could be the middle of the night. Muddied meadows, swollen streams, Did the mild autumn … Continue reading
