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I went to the city with the stinking cars
With the office blocks tall and their windows of bars
I walked through the bustle in the putrid air
My mind was gone my soul was bare.

Where a smile was once now only pain could be seen
Grey was the colour concreted over the green
Eyes bore down, a frown on every face
Ghosts of yesterday were gone without trace

Fight your way onwards fight your way down
Wear not your thorns but polish your crown
Ask me now where I’d rather be
Drowning in the city or dancing in the sea?

© 2017, Danny Kemp All rights reserved.

The sun bathes the garden, the colours it ignites.
The sky is the blue that promises Heavenly delights.
The still air is broken only by the slightest of breeze.
The only sound is from the birds in the surrounding trees.

A spectrum of colour in all of its shades
A walk in the shadows or through sun-speckled glades.
Either feel good if you’ve mind so to do,
The choices are there, they’re all up to you.

A Sunday breaking forth serene and relaxed.
Imagination is on hold, creativity untaxed.
My mind lays dormant as it’s a time to reflect,
On a life well lived but far from perfect.

What life is this if there’s no joy to behold?
What life can it be with no stories to be told?
Where would life be without the rain and the sun?
How would one feel if it’s all over before it's all done?

But that is far off as you want on days such as this,
Watching the bees do their work as flowers they gently kiss.
Watch the sun as it changes the shadows to light.
Spend your days in your Heaven and rejoice in the sight!

© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved

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 cleansed away.


The star kissed that wave and a flawless rose I saw


Bound to love it was borne on the spray.



The star did settle with that wave


And together they did swear,


That earth and Heaven will unite to save


A love that only two can share.


© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved

What Comes Before is the third book in the Heirs And Descendants Series. There is one other novel in this series. It is currently waiting for its cover design and the light touch of an editor with a proofreader's eyes itching to get their hands on it before you, but you can have the third one by exercising your finger on the Amazon link at the end of this blog report.

If you have already read about this book being released this week then, please, feel free to disregard the following. However, before you go, this may interest those who find the marketing and promotion of their work anything ranging from tedious to pleasant, or from supercalifragilistic to the full onslaught of extreme forms of self-flagellation.

I’m not ill-disposed to paying individuals or companies who specialise in marketing and promotion if I can afford their prices and feel their efforts may do some good. I don’t know the best places to advertise books. I know of a few FaceBook pages and I’m a tweeter on Twitter, yes, I know, it’s a throat-cutting experience, but I have to do some form of promotion.

I have a brilliant publisher. I owe them a lot. He, and the people in his company, from the editors to the cover designers, do so much for me that I feel as though I must do something in order to repay their faith. So, with that in mind, I set out to explore the internet to find ways to improve on my meagre efforts.

I looked at Goodreads. I then investigated a return to university with the aim of studying whatever language is used on Goodreads, but with the capacity of memory I now have, I estimated it could take as long as six years to understand and retain all that was needed. Needless to say, but I will say, I declined to pay the necessary fees.

I looked at BookBub, quickly deciding the seven hundred and fifty-odd dollars wanted for the genre the book would go into, was far too much of an investment. But, lo and behold, yesterday I received an email from BookBub telling me my book–What Comes Before, has been ‘confirmed’ to be featured on the 11th of January as a New Release, and the notification of that will go to all my 177 followers.

I had an issue with the 177 followers this notification was addressed to, and this is where you too might have an interest. I do not have only 177 followers on BookBub. I have 613 followers and I’m following 677. I sent Bookbub an email asking why there was a discrepancy between the numbers I said I had and the number they quoted. Their answer might surprise you and may surprise my publisher if it was they who indeed; did pay.

Hi Daniel,

Thanks for reaching out! We send New Release Alerts to your followers in the US who have opted-in to receive alerts from authors they follow. It looks like you have 576 US followers, however, only 177 of those followers are eligible to receive this alert.

I hope this helps clear things up! Please let me know if you have any further questions.

I’m left with the places I know where I can advertise my wares, amongst the throngs of others, hoping someone might want to read what I write, and perhaps the number of 177 followers opting to receive notifications of my work, is either ‘par’ or under or over the normal going-rate. Maybe, each one of those sorrowful 177 souls did not see the–opt-out button to tick or click.

Whoever it was is quoted as saying —being happy if just one person read their work, either worked for BookBub if BookBub existed when Mark Twain was about or had sold as many novels as Mark Twain eventually did. Because as much as happiness is relative to an individual and quite honestly–I am as happy as anyone could be, I would love my work to be read by millions of readers —- but I might have to settle for just the one. Ah well, I’m happy just writing, I wonder if you knew that.

What Comes Before— The Third Book in The Heir And Descendants Series—

https://mybook.to/HandDSeries


© 2023, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved

Am I Worthwhile?

Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, please don’t laugh at me
When your laugh is fuelled by my anxiety.
Why do you torment me when you can’t explain
What it is I have to deal with, with my invisible pain.

Depression is always there, it hoovers over my head
When it hits me I feel I’d be better off if I was dead.
It’s hard to understand how punishing those thoughts can become
And when eventually it leaves me, I’m left feeling completely numb.

I lay in bed. I don’t want to move.
But I don’t want you looking at me as though you disapprove.
You be me, and I’ll be you,
Then tell me exactly what you would do?

Please don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh at me,
I’m not looking for any of your sympathy.
I don’t know why but I’m different and at times I feel damaged,
I wish I had a simple wound that you could bandage.

I want you to cradle my face in your palm
Then kiss me gently and shelter me from harm.
I want you to give me peace, I want you to make me smile.
I want you to make me whole. I want you to make me worthwhile.

© 2023 Daniel Kemp All Rights Reserved