Biography of Danny Hammell
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Danny Hammell Poems
Show those around that you are kind Be sight for those that may be blind And carry those that cannot walk And speak for those that cannot talk.
Haunted By Verse
As I lay, snuggled up, in bed; The rhymes keep running through my head. The words are vivid and alive My thinking brain on overdrive.
No Split Within The Seam
Your best is only viewed by those that think they are the best By those that only close their eyes and judge by their interest They’re only there by whom they knew, but now they set the score; So all the effort one puts in shall not be seen no more.
The Love That I Feel
Have you ever gazed into such loving eyes? And know there’s no secrets and know there’s no lies. For all that you stand for is all that they need And when they’re away you can feel your heart bleed.
A True Winner Earns That Right
There is something inside that makes us believe That joining the best is how to achieve, But when we get there we find it’s untrue; All the achieving was done without you.
The Mood Is Set
I am so cold and I am wet The day is dark the mood is set. The rain is pouring down outside And from the damp you shall not hide.
There Is No Winning In War
Now this is the outcome of war With bodies all over the floor And some have no limbs nor a face There is no escaping this place.
We Work To Live And Live To Die
We work to live and live to die; We work so hard and just get by. We live our lives from day to day; There is no time to stop and play.
Below This Hollow Weighty Load
When this world beats you to the floor And those around you close their eyes And no one helps you through the door Instead they just ignore the cries.
I Felt The Grip Within Her Palms
I felt the grip within her palms I held her dying in my arms And watched her eyes fill up with tears; I tried to hide her from her fears.
Haunted By Verse
As I lay, snuggled up, in bed;
The rhymes keep running through my head.
The words are vivid and alive
My thinking brain on overdrive.
A worded beat fills up my mind,
But all I want is to unwind;
Instead the words just form a queue
And keep on pushing their way through.