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November 14, 2018
A Tale Of Two Hearts
I smiled but she never smiled with me.
I laughed but only saw her tear.
I spoke but she never heard what I was saying.
I felt pain from the crushing sense of fear.
She asked if I was leaving?
I replied—what else could I do?
She said she never meant to do it.
I replied—Is there anything you’ve said that was true?
We made peace and joined together.
We were one for a year or more.
But the barrier grew stronger and wider.
Until at last neither of us was sure.
Death saw a permanent separation.
Leaving my conscience to wonder why.
Did life ever hold an answer,
Or was love always destined to die?
© 2018, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
I laughed but only saw her tear.
I spoke but she never heard what I was saying.
I felt pain from the crushing sense of fear.
She asked if I was leaving?
I replied—what else could I do?
She said she never meant to do it.
I replied—Is there anything you’ve said that was true?
We made peace and joined together.
We were one for a year or more.
But the barrier grew stronger and wider.
Until at last neither of us was sure.
Death saw a permanent separation.
Leaving my conscience to wonder why.
Did life ever hold an answer,
Or was love always destined to die?
© 2018, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
November 13, 2018
Along The Way
A poem about a path that I have just read on here reminded me of one of the first things I ever wrote----I hope you like it.
Along The Way
“I am heavy, I am tired,” said the old man to the child.
“My life is drawing to an end.
It is not what I have done to life that has brought me here today, but what life has done to me along the way.
I was strong, I was fierce, I took no-one to my side, simply brushing them aside with no need for them.
Now I find that I’m alone, but don’t pity nor disown those memories that I’ve sown, along the way.
My path was never straight, sometimes narrow, sometimes wide but along it I did stride to find you here.
Now stand you tall, never cry, have no tear in an eye as you hear what I have done along my way.
I have reached that final bend, the one that leads me to my end, and now I leave you here to make your own way through this life.
Tread your path with care, and always be aware that there is no such thing in life, as a mistake.”
© 2012, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.
Along The Way
“I am heavy, I am tired,” said the old man to the child.
“My life is drawing to an end.
It is not what I have done to life that has brought me here today, but what life has done to me along the way.
I was strong, I was fierce, I took no-one to my side, simply brushing them aside with no need for them.
Now I find that I’m alone, but don’t pity nor disown those memories that I’ve sown, along the way.
My path was never straight, sometimes narrow, sometimes wide but along it I did stride to find you here.
Now stand you tall, never cry, have no tear in an eye as you hear what I have done along my way.
I have reached that final bend, the one that leads me to my end, and now I leave you here to make your own way through this life.
Tread your path with care, and always be aware that there is no such thing in life, as a mistake.”
© 2012, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.
November 11, 2018
Judgement
I’ve heard that love holds no judgement
Which leaves the world as a very sad place
As we judge on what is the obvious
Religion, wealth, and race.
Blame is cast before asking questions
Guilt is carried by the colour of the face
Judgement is for fools and their version of misery
As love waits for a moment of grace.
Understanding is the prize that waits in the shadows
But like any prize, it comes with a cost.
Dignity died when compassion was forgotten
And the tears of love were spilled and then lost.
© 2018 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
Which leaves the world as a very sad place
As we judge on what is the obvious
Religion, wealth, and race.
Blame is cast before asking questions
Guilt is carried by the colour of the face
Judgement is for fools and their version of misery
As love waits for a moment of grace.
Understanding is the prize that waits in the shadows
But like any prize, it comes with a cost.
Dignity died when compassion was forgotten
And the tears of love were spilled and then lost.
© 2018 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
November 10, 2018
Meaningless Words
Meaningless Words
When you read the final word that was written
And the last song of the day is sung
Don’t ask where is the freedom
That was fought for by the young.
Look and see where it lays dying
In rotting heaps on any street
As the numbers keep on building
And the dead make plans to meet.
Words spoken by the righteous
Once a year in memory
Will not save the poor from dying
Nor open the door and set them free.
If minds were joined in union
And the word peace was set in stone
Then maybe man could find an answer
And a way forward could be shown.
But if peace was the prize for humanity
And the guns of destruction fired no more
Then another reason would need to be invented
To fight another war!
© 2018 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
When you read the final word that was written
And the last song of the day is sung
Don’t ask where is the freedom
That was fought for by the young.
Look and see where it lays dying
In rotting heaps on any street
As the numbers keep on building
And the dead make plans to meet.
Words spoken by the righteous
Once a year in memory
Will not save the poor from dying
Nor open the door and set them free.
If minds were joined in union
And the word peace was set in stone
Then maybe man could find an answer
And a way forward could be shown.
But if peace was the prize for humanity
And the guns of destruction fired no more
Then another reason would need to be invented
To fight another war!
© 2018 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
November 9, 2018
Selfish Pursuits
Selfish Pursuits
There was a dying man on the ground with his eyes to the sky.
His wife knelt beside him with tears of sorrow ready to cry.
Time had travelled past them eroding away their roots,
As mankind was absorbed in purely selfish pursuits.
An old woman now stands alone unable to carry on.
A radio blasts from a car with a deafening song.
Never ending traffic take the breath from her lungs,
As children run past with foul swearing tongues.
Another age has just died and past backward into time.
A newer one pushes forward eager to be the first in line.
Old values are abandoned along with old-fashioned truths,
As mankind is absorbed in purely selfish pursuits.
© 2018 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
There was a dying man on the ground with his eyes to the sky.
His wife knelt beside him with tears of sorrow ready to cry.
Time had travelled past them eroding away their roots,
As mankind was absorbed in purely selfish pursuits.
An old woman now stands alone unable to carry on.
A radio blasts from a car with a deafening song.
Never ending traffic take the breath from her lungs,
As children run past with foul swearing tongues.
Another age has just died and past backward into time.
A newer one pushes forward eager to be the first in line.
Old values are abandoned along with old-fashioned truths,
As mankind is absorbed in purely selfish pursuits.
© 2018 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
November 5, 2018
The Flowers of Poppies Worn in Splendour
My humble contribution to Remembrance Day
Some gave their life for a kingdom.
Some died without a voice.
Somewhere was a voice in the wilderness,
But it was not a wilderness of choice.
There is no freedom on a battlefield,
And battles are not fought with dreams.
Minefields are full of nightmares.
Nightmares are full of screams.
Weapons are for a purpose,
That purpose can be a crime.
Some crime goes without punishment,
But the punishment was not mine.
Suffering can become a kingdom,
A kingdom lived in the dark.
The dark is full of shadows,
Where blood leaves its mark.
The flowers of poppies worn in splendour
Paying tribute to the dead.
Peace is what they all died for
But that word still needs to be spread.
© 2018 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
Some gave their life for a kingdom.
Some died without a voice.
Somewhere was a voice in the wilderness,
But it was not a wilderness of choice.
There is no freedom on a battlefield,
And battles are not fought with dreams.
Minefields are full of nightmares.
Nightmares are full of screams.
Weapons are for a purpose,
That purpose can be a crime.
Some crime goes without punishment,
But the punishment was not mine.
Suffering can become a kingdom,
A kingdom lived in the dark.
The dark is full of shadows,
Where blood leaves its mark.
The flowers of poppies worn in splendour
Paying tribute to the dead.
Peace is what they all died for
But that word still needs to be spread.
© 2018 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
November 1, 2018
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This is not a Cozy Mystery. It is a gritty, down and dirty tale that will SHOCK and keep you guessing all the way through to the end.
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A number 1 bestselling novel on Amazon
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Let the pen write the story but use the heart to tell the tale.
A Top 100 Indie Book You Should Read Before You Die
A bestseller In Russian Literature
#Murder #Mystery #Suspense
http://mybook.to/DesolateGarden
October 2, 2018
El Jardín Desolado (Spanish Edition)
Posted on October 2, 2018, by Daniel Kemp
The Spanish translated version of The Desolate Garden is now live in Amazon, and can be found here:
http://mybook.to/ElJardin
The translated version is also available from many other marketplaces, including:
– Kobo
– Google Play
– B&N
– Apple
– Scribd
– Tolino
– Streetlib
– 3M
– Baker & Taylor
– Follet
– Overdrive
– Gardners
– Chegg
The Spanish translated version of The Desolate Garden is now live in Amazon, and can be found here:
http://mybook.to/ElJardin
The translated version is also available from many other marketplaces, including:
– Kobo
– Google Play
– B&N
– Apple
– Scribd
– Tolino
– Streetlib
– 3M
– Baker & Taylor
– Follet
– Overdrive
– Gardners
– Chegg
September 8, 2018
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