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July 19, 2019
Questions
Where cast you love when love has died,
When the heart stops racing and there’s nothing inside?
Where goes passion, exciting and heaven-sent?
Where goes its taste, its fragrance, and its scent?
Can love once lived be lived once more?
Could absorbed by love be life’s cure?
If death be an end from which there’s no defence,
Was love created as death’s recompense?
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When the heart stops racing and there’s nothing inside?
Where goes passion, exciting and heaven-sent?
Where goes its taste, its fragrance, and its scent?
Can love once lived be lived once more?
Could absorbed by love be life’s cure?
If death be an end from which there’s no defence,
Was love created as death’s recompense?
© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
July 6, 2019
Woman
The sway of her hair bound in a tie,
Caught my attention, made my heart sigh.
The elegant walk, the movement, the grace,
The confidence showed by the look on her face.
Her curves, of course, were a further distraction
But sophistication in itself is a tremendous attraction.
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Caught my attention, made my heart sigh.
The elegant walk, the movement, the grace,
The confidence showed by the look on her face.
Her curves, of course, were a further distraction
But sophistication in itself is a tremendous attraction.
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July 5, 2019
Us?
Who have we accused a million times
Of pasteurising those discordant minds
As humans were forced between the lines
That designates the choice assigned.
Beware that you do conform
To symbols that signify your norm
Shown by the clothes that are worn
For the duties of which you’re asked to perform.
Comply they say or see you dead
To the communist kiss of crimson red
But hide you not under democracy’s bed
Forgetting who fought for freedom and bled.
Where I ask did freedom go
That was enjoyed by many not so long ago?
Was it those keeping silent and hiding low
Who aimed that fatal killing blow?
As the milksop averts your sight
Inward look, not feast on a fight.
Take wing as an aid on your flight
As we bow in servitude to the might.
A million curses I do say
As a juggernaut passes over the ground we lay
Besides those that stood in freedoms way
When a choice has death as the label to pay!
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Of pasteurising those discordant minds
As humans were forced between the lines
That designates the choice assigned.
Beware that you do conform
To symbols that signify your norm
Shown by the clothes that are worn
For the duties of which you’re asked to perform.
Comply they say or see you dead
To the communist kiss of crimson red
But hide you not under democracy’s bed
Forgetting who fought for freedom and bled.
Where I ask did freedom go
That was enjoyed by many not so long ago?
Was it those keeping silent and hiding low
Who aimed that fatal killing blow?
As the milksop averts your sight
Inward look, not feast on a fight.
Take wing as an aid on your flight
As we bow in servitude to the might.
A million curses I do say
As a juggernaut passes over the ground we lay
Besides those that stood in freedoms way
When a choice has death as the label to pay!
© 2019, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved.
July 4, 2019
No Rules
I want to go and live on a mad farm
And laugh my life away.
I want to be surrounded by the silly
And indulge in daily horseplay.
I want nothing of serious discussion
Nor hear any more sad news.
I don’t want to be with the ignorant
And listen to their puerile views.
I know there are the starving in Africa
And to know that makes me sad,
But protesting against wars have led me nowhere
And it’s that heartlessness that has driven me mad.
I want to go live on a mad farm
Where there is no time of the day.
I want to go live with real people
Where there are no rules to obey.
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And laugh my life away.
I want to be surrounded by the silly
And indulge in daily horseplay.
I want nothing of serious discussion
Nor hear any more sad news.
I don’t want to be with the ignorant
And listen to their puerile views.
I know there are the starving in Africa
And to know that makes me sad,
But protesting against wars have led me nowhere
And it’s that heartlessness that has driven me mad.
I want to go live on a mad farm
Where there is no time of the day.
I want to go live with real people
Where there are no rules to obey.
© 2019 Danny Kemp All rights reserved
July 1, 2019
Sad
A Sad Condemnation of Today’s Values
I was watching the cricket and in a commercial break, I switched channels to Sky Sports News. There was a man from Arsenal Football Club being interviewed. The journalist asked him about——The transfer market and the representative said Arsenal needed a top-class defender but with only a meagre, yes, meagre £50 million they could not afford one!
I was left wondering how many football supporters condemn the governments they don’t support for not spending more money on the: The NHS, the Police, Fire Service, Schools, their local pop-in cafe, and the social club down the road, yet see nothing wrong with the football clubs they do support spending billions of pounds on someone who can kick a ball?
It’s a very strange and sad world where people put more value on popular sport than on real life.
I was watching the cricket and in a commercial break, I switched channels to Sky Sports News. There was a man from Arsenal Football Club being interviewed. The journalist asked him about——The transfer market and the representative said Arsenal needed a top-class defender but with only a meagre, yes, meagre £50 million they could not afford one!
I was left wondering how many football supporters condemn the governments they don’t support for not spending more money on the: The NHS, the Police, Fire Service, Schools, their local pop-in cafe, and the social club down the road, yet see nothing wrong with the football clubs they do support spending billions of pounds on someone who can kick a ball?
It’s a very strange and sad world where people put more value on popular sport than on real life.
June 29, 2019
A Question
The eyes were open and the ears could hear,
But no one could figure it out.
But when the eyes were shut and the ears were closed,
No one had any doubt.
Secrets and lies we must hide from view
That’s the way life teaches us to be.
But if time stood still when the truth was told
Then we may have found the key
What if time never moved, but you did move
Circling the truth and the lies?
Could that become your moment of truth
Or would the truth be what you despise?
Heaven, Hell, are they places to go,
Or are they both where we have been?
What if you visited both with your eyes firmly closed,
And it’s only the present that is ever seen?
Who told the lies? Who could discover any truth
If the senses were never used?
No one knows the real purpose of life,
As the truth is always abused.
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But no one could figure it out.
But when the eyes were shut and the ears were closed,
No one had any doubt.
Secrets and lies we must hide from view
That’s the way life teaches us to be.
But if time stood still when the truth was told
Then we may have found the key
What if time never moved, but you did move
Circling the truth and the lies?
Could that become your moment of truth
Or would the truth be what you despise?
Heaven, Hell, are they places to go,
Or are they both where we have been?
What if you visited both with your eyes firmly closed,
And it’s only the present that is ever seen?
Who told the lies? Who could discover any truth
If the senses were never used?
No one knows the real purpose of life,
As the truth is always abused.
© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
June 28, 2019
An Ever Changing Line
You got to keep going or you’ll stop and stand still.
You got to keep going while you still have the will.
If you stop going then the will’s going leave
And if you leave the will behind you’ll have something else to grieve?
To grieve is good. It’s good to clear the ducts.
Ducts are not ducks neither are they viaducts.
Viaducts are like bridges carrying a road above the ground
Whereas an aqueduct carries water and makes a bubbling sound.
Sound travels quickly but not as fast as light
Light can be heavy depending on your night
Nights are dark but are not necessarily black
Unless of course, you sleep with your head in a sack.
A sack can cost you money if you’ve nowhere to go.
To go somewhere can be accomplished either quickly or slow
Slow of mind can mean you take your time to work out what’s right
Right doesn’t always come out on top when it’s beaten in a fight.
Fights aren’t clever, you often bruise your hands.
Hands that do dishes often scrub pans.
Pans and pots are receptacles in which one cooks.
And cooks can cook, unlike crooks who are just crooks.
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You got to keep going while you still have the will.
If you stop going then the will’s going leave
And if you leave the will behind you’ll have something else to grieve?
To grieve is good. It’s good to clear the ducts.
Ducts are not ducks neither are they viaducts.
Viaducts are like bridges carrying a road above the ground
Whereas an aqueduct carries water and makes a bubbling sound.
Sound travels quickly but not as fast as light
Light can be heavy depending on your night
Nights are dark but are not necessarily black
Unless of course, you sleep with your head in a sack.
A sack can cost you money if you’ve nowhere to go.
To go somewhere can be accomplished either quickly or slow
Slow of mind can mean you take your time to work out what’s right
Right doesn’t always come out on top when it’s beaten in a fight.
Fights aren’t clever, you often bruise your hands.
Hands that do dishes often scrub pans.
Pans and pots are receptacles in which one cooks.
And cooks can cook, unlike crooks who are just crooks.
© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
June 23, 2019
The Merest Strand
The sun had disappeared in a distance sky,
As a woman walked home with a tear in her eye.
A laugh shared at work, but there’s no one at home.
Few understand what it’s like to be really on your own.
Home to thoughts of weakness, desolation, and fear.
There's no consolation to find inside that tear.
Regrets and confusion with things that have past.
What should have been forever failed to last?
Loneliness lives within a troubled mind.
Nowhere to hide, no safety to find.
Alone at night without a helping hand.
Life is suspended by the merest strand.
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As a woman walked home with a tear in her eye.
A laugh shared at work, but there’s no one at home.
Few understand what it’s like to be really on your own.
Home to thoughts of weakness, desolation, and fear.
There's no consolation to find inside that tear.
Regrets and confusion with things that have past.
What should have been forever failed to last?
Loneliness lives within a troubled mind.
Nowhere to hide, no safety to find.
Alone at night without a helping hand.
Life is suspended by the merest strand.
© 2018, Danny Kemp All rights reserved.
Time
Time
If your alarm hadn't sounded and the time was now nine,
Should you still be in bed or somewhere else at that time?
But if clocks didn't exist to tell the time left in a day,
Then a day could be a year and for a year we could play.
But if you have time on your hands or no time to spare,
I hope you find time for that summertime stare.
But if you’ve no time to stare whilst on the move
Could you ask time to slow so in time you can improve?
But no, time has no master. It doesn’t answer to you.
It acts how it likes and never waits in a queue.
There’s only one thing of time of which we can be sure.
That’s when your time is over it won’t give you any more.
© 2019, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved.
If your alarm hadn't sounded and the time was now nine,
Should you still be in bed or somewhere else at that time?
But if clocks didn't exist to tell the time left in a day,
Then a day could be a year and for a year we could play.
But if you have time on your hands or no time to spare,
I hope you find time for that summertime stare.
But if you’ve no time to stare whilst on the move
Could you ask time to slow so in time you can improve?
But no, time has no master. It doesn’t answer to you.
It acts how it likes and never waits in a queue.
There’s only one thing of time of which we can be sure.
That’s when your time is over it won’t give you any more.
© 2019, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved.
June 21, 2019
Your Lucky Numbers For Today
If one is enough and two is too many,
Then three is too rough and four is too heavy.
But five is half of the previous four,
And as six is even it would level the score.
Now seven is a number that is really odd.
It cannot be halved no matter how hard it’s prod.
Eight is a number divisible by four
And four is a number I’ve mentioned before.
Nine is the number that cats love the best.
And ten is the one at the top of the rest.
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Then three is too rough and four is too heavy.
But five is half of the previous four,
And as six is even it would level the score.
Now seven is a number that is really odd.
It cannot be halved no matter how hard it’s prod.
Eight is a number divisible by four
And four is a number I’ve mentioned before.
Nine is the number that cats love the best.
And ten is the one at the top of the rest.
© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
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