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Reach As High As You Can

Reach As Far As You Can. “How high is the sky?” Asked the boy of his mum, Engaging his inquisitive eye. “That’s strange you ask, as I asked the same when I was a girl And my mind was in … Continue reading

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Only Two Can Share

A star broke from the sky one night And floated like a dream. From its kiss, it needed to incite The love it came to redeem.   A wave burst onto a stony shore It stayed until the rocks were … Continue reading

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Halloween

Halloween ’Tis soon the night of Halloween When ghosts and ghouls are said to be seen. Be quick and run and hide from view Before they see and chase after you. Ghosts can even walk through those walls While ghouls … Continue reading

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The Shade Of A Tree

If you lay me beneath a tree Then the seasons I’ll watch come and go. The birds will nestle merrily And serenade me as I sleep below. Choose a tree that’s full and tall So in it is shade I … Continue reading

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It Takes Two To Love

If two fall in love

Then both have lost.

When the love that was freely given

Takes a life as its cost! Continue reading

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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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