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The excitement was overwhelming I was almost losing my grip
It was as if I was clinging to a precipice with my feet about to slip.
The air was becoming oppressive, and my breathing was being cut short.
There had to be an end to this one of us had to call a halt.

Time had run its distance the bell was calling for time
What once was shared by just two was now a pantomime.
On show for other’s pleasure, for more to enjoy
What had run its course in time was now time to destroy.

The tension was immense, my head was swirling around.
I had to get away from here and reach solid ground.
The atmosphere was electric, we both felt it. It was hell.
At any given moment there could have been an earth-shattering yell.

We could not live this way forever, we both wanted something new.
There was no need for forgiveness as we both knew what was true.
The alarms were ringing in the distance, could you hear the cries?
Was it just the salacious pleasures, or was it for covering over the lies?

I fear I may forget the story as the script is becoming blurred.
The end is fast approaching as our words are being misheard.
I fear one of us must admit it, but who will confess first?
It was I. I cried love and I have lived my life since in an undying thirst.

It had been a sworn duty. It was a promise never to break.
But promises that are easily given, are especially easy to forsake.
If trust must be abandoned then honour can not defend
The story that has been written, as it only takes one to write–The End.

© 2023 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved

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Now I am old, but I only felt really old recently.

In about four weeks time I will be seventy-four-years of age so I have been approaching getting old for a few years,

But, as I say, it’s only the last year or so that I have felt old.

Maybe we don’t get old until it’s too late to notice.

When I can’t take a pill to turn back time,

Could I shoot the pharmacist and it not be a crime?

Could I plead ‘age’ as my defence?

No, said the judge! Age is of little consequence.

As many of us don’t notice age as being a consequence of life,

So too we ignore another factor of life.

That’s the one that’s been slightly troubling me lately.

Dying is a harsh word, but ‘passing away’ is –a bit–twee.

Where did he pass away to? A child could enquire.

Did he pass the ball away?

Did he pass time away?

Did he pass away the chance of love?

Did he pass away the knowledge from above?

Is life worth getting old for if getting old holds all the problems of age?

Well, I feel as though I’m not really qualified to answer that

question. Or, I don’t feel qualified to answer that question.

So, let’s find something where we will be on the same page.

Getting old is great, but then again it’s truly a struggle.

It’s great in so many ways it would take me hundreds of pages to describe all the advantages.

It’s a struggle in so many ways it would take me hundreds of pages to describe all the disadvantages.

As you can see the two are a balance, in much the same way as all of life has been a balance until that is, you reach that age where there is no more age left for you to age.

Here, I will sign off. Oops, there I go again, using yet another

euphemism for death. But not in this case. Here, I mean to stop

giving away what is only my opinion. Others may rightly or wrongly consider

themselves more learned than me to give opinions on such learned matters.

Give away, I say—It’s better than passing a way, I say.

© 2023 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved

T’was a ghostly crackle that crackled loud in the night.

T’was an eerie crackle that caused all the fright.

But when the chilling crackle ceased to crackle in the light,

That was the time when the blood-curdling crackle gave rise to their plight.


Searching they went down the crackles path

Then inside a darkened tunnel, they heard a crackling laugh.

The crackle appeared at its crackling worse

Some of our brave young trackers were carried away in a horse-drawn hearse.


Are the trackers finished in a crackles shrewish way?

Or will we see the trackers appear on another crackling day?

Meanwhile, if the crackle crackles down a street in your block

I suggest you stay inside and all your doors and windows you do lock.


Never mess with a crackle when its crackle has been on show.

If you venture into your garden please check in your hedgerow

If the crackle lands and crackles on your head,

Don’t worry unduly as shortly you’ll be dead.


But hark ye who live down in crackle land

There is more to the evil crackle I feel I can now expand

Crackles can die! Oh yes they can and what’s more— they do

Please, take a comfy seat while I explain it all to you.


Tie the crackle down whilst he doth sleep

Do this with a rope that’s fine, never use a rope that’s cheap.

Before he fully wakes force raw garlic down his throat

And believe me, for that treatment there is no antidote!


You can if you feel lucky roast the crackle over an open fire

While you are still hungry and the garlic is exciting all that you desire

Don’t breathe on your partner who may have desires of her own

And I suggest you don’t roast crackles whilst you are at home!

© 2023 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved

Maybe!

It’s maybe in the shadows when life is at its darkest.
Maybe it hides in the mind when you’re feeling insecure.
It’s maybe only there when you’re at your lowest.
Maybe that’s when love will find you and offer a cure.

© 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

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

To be humble and seek no advantage.
To accept what there is to face.
Never take what’s not freely given.
Then have a life free from shame and disgrace.

To be able to sleep the sleep of the innocent.
To live a free life without any fault.
You can listen to the words of the accuser,
Then be the one who leads the assault.

Fight only for what you believe in.
Manage the frail with mercy and care.
You must accept there will be limitations,
But your heart with your soul you can lay bare.

Be aware of the inevitability of defeat.
If so, look your conqueror squarely in the eye.
Courage alone may not win every battle,
But being brave will leave you nothing to justify.

Remember to show dignity at all time
And be honourable to all you meet.
Seek for nothing that is not purely virtuous,
Nor weave a web full of evil deceit.

You may have to face illness as your destroyer,
This could mean you are frustrated with today’s delays.
If you are you must temper rage with moderation,
Simply accept your demise, and then the people you’ll amaze.

In the end, you may be alone with only your conscience,
But as you spoke the truth and never did you lie,
You can be strong as God passes down his sentence
And welcome death without one single sigh.

© 2022, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved

The light disappeared into a distant 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 all alone.

Home is full of darken thoughts of weakness and despair

Your life is not your own after all’s been stripped bare.

Regrets and confusion over things that have passed.

What should have been forever has failed to last.

Depression is always close, it’s never far away
Ability to cope with life is dealt with day by day
Loneliness lives within a troubled mind

It has nowhere to run to, no safety to find.

Alone at night without a comforting hand.

Life can be suspended by the merest strand.
Finding comfort in a crowd is not a choice any more

There is no easy answer, in fact, there is no cure.

Take a drink, take a pill but the loneliness is still there.

Friends do not understand, because they are unaware

Of the overwhelming anxiety swelling thoughts of fear

That's locked inside the loneliness of a single tear.


© 2022, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved

To be humble, to be grateful, to be caring, to be kind,

Are four small words, but huge qualities to find.

Politicians give us promises. They tell us what they want us to hear.

They manipulate our trust. They orchestrate fear.

Politics create the dead. Politics doesn’t care if others die.

Power is the politician’s God. My truth is the politicians lie.

© 2022 Daniel Kemp All Rights Reserved