Tony Kemp Poems

A slim volume,
undistinguished,
I languish,
dust-covered,
...

You don’t, do you?
Cry, do you?
You don’t. Imagine!
Not to have those waters well up,
...

Having planned the meal,
pre-heated the oven,
and prepared the ingredients,
he set about the cooking –
...

You take my trees and call them leaves
and all the time they’re me.
You take my flowers and call them buds,
but you can never see.
...

I’m mailing you a
mail-order dream,
post-haste,
stampless,
...

I am, am I?
I think so. I think I am.
So
I think,
...

Warmly cocooned from the chill air,
becoming aware,
I know, with time, I must go;
and though reluctant to quit
...

Now, she lives for the
now.
It was not always so.
Then,
...

Gorgeous George -
shy,
a mop of waves
atop -
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