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Don't miss this Christmas by falling asleep.

I know the Queen is boring but at least there's nothing to bleep.

Bad language has its place I guess in films and on the screen,

But with the speech from the Palace at least you know it is clean!


Don't miss this Christmas by getting drunk then falling down.

There are enough out there already who play the fool and clown around.

Pubs are great and wine bars too certainly have their place,

But you really are an embarrassment with blood all over your face.


Don't miss this Christmas by staying out too late the night before.

Remember loved ones who might need your help. Don't be a selfish bore!

Having fun and laughter is what you should share,

With those you want to be with and you know who really care.


Don't miss this Christmas by things that you could circumvent

And never eat the last Brussel sprout without someone's consent!

Have a Great Christmas and share a laugh or three

Surrounded by those who love you and give their love for free.

Merry Christmas to you all.

© 2017 Daniel Kemp

At the end of life, on the edge of time.
Where there’s no air to breathe and death walks the line,
There’s no reaction, all spirit is broke
There are only tubes on which the crawling choke.

The analysts are gone, nothing is explained.
The earth still spins but in blood, it’s stained.
The atmosphere is poisoned, the rain is dead.
The deceased lie naked, as disease is spread.

Agony screams loudly, it deafens as it shakes.
Tissue combines with organs in the air as flakes.
And there on the edge where time disappears
There is only the suffering at the rainbow of tears.

Gold in the teeth shine brightly as bodies decompose
The colour of hell is as white as the snows.
At the end of life, on the edge of time,
Death is your Saviour, death is sublime.

© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved.

From the earnest, solemn delivery of promises to come
To the whispering slap of the bullet not seen from the gun
There are records strewn everywhere of what could have been changed,
To prevent the easily persuaded from becoming madmen deranged.

If words could speak louder and reverse the shape
Of the acceptance of the inevitable without escape
From the decimating power that comes from a gun
Then promises could be kept in the time that’s to come.

But promises are not the power that some do seek
Pledges to the impoverished are considered too weak.
It’s the blood of the poor that bind the barriers that divide
The gun sellers from the dead and the screams that are cried.

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