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Courtesy of my publishers What Happened In Vienna, Jack? is free until 2nd December.

This novel marked the introduction of a young university-educated detective in London in the 1970’s

Patrick West, arrogant and presumptuous, meets Jack Price thirty years his senior who offers West an opportunity to participate in an operation in New York unravelling a secret Price heard of in Vienna in 1945. West accepts and so starts his secret life chronicled in three books. This one, the second period of West’s life in, Once I Was A Soldier and the third yet to be completed.

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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

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

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.

© 2019, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved

To not live alone and be apart

To welcome love and share a heart

To take a blow without complaint

To offer peace without constraint.



To be pure when morals scream

To only see the beauty in all you dream

To show compassion to those in need

To be content with no thought of greed.



To wish for nothing and ask for less

To live a life without duress

To offer silence in a raging storm

To be yourself and not conform.



To accept the pitfalls along your path

To smile and always be willing to laugh

To see the good where others see bad

To be happy and never be sad.



To be complete with love to spare

To live in colour where nothing’s bare

To encourage and abide

To be humble and not full of pride.



To wish that fear could always abate

To offer friendship and speak no hate

To stand straight and strong beside the weak

To give the innocent a chance to speak.



Perhaps these words come from misty-eyes

And most of the things have been tried

But sentiment or not I know this much is true

My wishes for a future are better than that I now view.

© 2019, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved.

No Time For War

In the silence in the shadows
In the deepest grave that’s ever been,
Lives the voice of all reason
In the world no-one’s seen.

Memories will be rewritten with no pain left inside.
Tears will be forgotten. There was no time when you cried.

In the valleys deep and darkened
In the nightmares, in the screams
Lives the Devil that needs fighting
Fill those shadows with your dreams.

Memories will be rewritten with no pain left inside.
Tears will be forgotten. There was no time when you cried.

From the dawning of the sunrise
To the dwindling dusk of night
Think not of inky skies above you
Fill those shadows with your light.

Memories will be rewritten with no pain left inside.
Tears will be forgotten. There was no time when you cried.

In the world that’s been constructed
In a life you can claim
There’s no darkness of the memories
There’s no memories of the shame.

Memories will be rewritten with no pain left inside.
Tears will be forgotten. There was no time when you cried.

Persecution is forbidden
Hypocrisy is no more
Love is unchanging
In the dream you’ll be living there’s no time for a bloody war.

© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved

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