Martin Kemp
Martin Kemp and a Jag.
Sleek, menacing - Krays.
Blue eyes, so blue,
like a spotlight so piercing.
Sweet, shy - younger bother.
He's the pin-up with the bedroom eyes.
Clippings from the good old days,
Glossy photos, happy times.
Dreams of music videos with
pretty English boys.
Happiness in a package like Martin Kemp.
Picnic above the cliffs of Dover -
precious, sad, so beautiful.
A fragile moment caught
by the camera lense.
I want to be that sad English girl,
if just for a moment,
to be close to a little perfection,
Martin Kemp.

by Lisa Diedrich (14.05.04)

Martin why do you have to be
confined to the space of my tv
Why can't you live just up the street
so for lunch we could meet

Those great blue eyes would stare at me
over a cake and a cup of tea
But then you'd go back into jail
along with Matt for telling tales

Oh Martin why can't you be
a friend of mine and visit me
Anything I would do
just to see you, once would do!

by Jemma Tebbs

Martin, Martin is your first name,
And I wish Kemp could be my last
I'm telling you, if we got together
It would be a blast.

When I saw you in "The Krays",
I knew you were the one for me,
In Spandau Ballet on Top Of The Pops
With "Only when you leave".

In the past you may have dated
A Joan or Pat or Felicity,
But baby let me tell you,
You fill me with electricity.

In Eastenders as Steve Owen,
Blue eyes and slicked back hair,
I tape you every Sunday,
And wish that I was there.

Kemp, Kemp is your surname,
And a lovely name it is too,
You're sexier than Clint Eastwood,
No, he's not sexier than you.

You'd turn a million heads,
If you walked down our street,
The flowers would bow down to you,
And all the people you'd meet.

Even though your head is metal,
And your body is so gorgeous,
Even though you killed Saskia,
Your character is still flawless.

Oh Martin, Martin, be my man,
And stay with me forever,
Oh Martin Martin say you will
And leave me, leave me never.

Martin Kemp is your full name
Where if you jumble up the letters
And take some away
And add some more
It spells "I love you".

By Maria F. and Geraldine U.

WONDERFUL MOMENTS
The sun shines brightly in a sky so blue
Whilst cotton wool clouds float leisurely by
And the children splashing in the paddling pool
Stop their fun to watch a butterfly

All is quiet for a moment
Until the butterfly has flown away
Then squeals of laughter can be heard again
As the children resume their play

Life is full of wonderful moments
Forgotten when times are bad
Little things like afternoons in the sun
And all the fun the children had

By Lynn Kilpatrick
(if you have enjoyed Lynn's poem you can find more at http://www.kilpatrickl.freeserve.co.uk)

What I love about Martin
Please leave it on I said to my brother
I want to see that band
That Martin Kemp is something else
But the rest are all quite bland

Oh he's a ponce my brother said
They're all up there for show
I laughed and said my darling brother
What the bloody hell would you know

He's only just the sexiest man that I have ever seen
A fantastic musician, a brilliant actor - and he writes like a dream.
Oh little did I know that I would fall in love with mart
to tell you what it is I love, I don't know where to start

He may be very sexy, I love that, yes I do.
But his braveness after his tumour, is what makes me love him "TRUE".

By Alison Maguire
"Last week I had the sheer pleasure of meeting Mr Martin Kemp in Easons Dublin, for a book signing, I spoke to the nicest man I had ever met that day, none of his famousness or popularity has gone to his head, he is one of the bravest people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting."

MARTIN KEMP
Drowning in the ocean deep,
holding my breath....
Hypnotised bye the iris,
Never mind the twinkle.
All is lost as u blink,
but refreshed, as an animation frame comes to life.
As i am a bud of life,
That would have to become a tree.
A rhyming cuplet that cannot be broken,
If i wish for my self I wish for the unhappyness of the idol.
Which kills me.

By Claudette Burden