Best Keen Poems


Keen Observations

Reminis on how many times,
Having keen observations
Were depended on - 
To report, to assist in, to formulate
A scientific opinion in the Healing
process of a Charge.

The Charges members also got to know,
And when an elderly Charge passes on,
Members cry out: "If you had only been there"!

Then one day, out of the god dam blues,
Some like a marauder band, assumed a
cleansing path!
Like Saul before he became Paul,
Cleansed in their own way,
Anhailating God's people too.

Keen observations then went forcefully
to "sleep".
For Collectivism took over Democracy,
Ruling against life, limb and living.

But when situations like the lifeless,
The dying and the gradually being 
made ill,
Keen Observations rose up again.

A flat table in the morgue,
The unusual non-repose of a corpse,
Sitting out in a wheelchair with curved 
formations to that shape,
Lying with good movements in a bed.

Premium Member Keen Observation

My neighbour’s little son is so smart
In an assignment on Grandparents, he wrote
“They never seem to hurry,
Any time, can tell a story
Before sleep, they take their teeth and gums out”

Premium Member Peachy Keen

Sweet, succulent Elberta Peach
It's tell-tale blush within my reach.
It's that time of year again
A peach to die for and then
I have to have another,
The ultimate peach, brother!
Sweet, succulent Elberta peach
It's tell-tale blush within my reach.
© Mark Toney  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Kinda Keen

Right arm is missing or that's how it seems
Could be worse but it's as bad as it's been
No telly, no 'puter
All I think of is hooters
Which ain't all that bad, in fact it's kinda keen


© Jack Ellison 2015

The Demise of a Good Keen Man

The Demise of a Good Keen Man

                The Good Keen Man was a hunter in Government employ
                He lived back in the Bushland where none could annoy
                He had no use for compasses or modern stuff like that.
                He needed only the sun that shone upon his back
                Caring not what day it was, for it mattered less
                Than if the sun was shining or if the bush was wet.
                You might think that he, was not so very bright 
                But compare your life with his, and see him in the light
                That his Back Country hut asked no rent or fee 
                And he owned all the land that his eye could see
                There were fish in the river and meat on the hill
                Working not to a time clock, he came and went at will
                He carried a pack upon his back and never asked for more
                Than an audience of one or more, and a beer as he entered the door
                He had an endless stock of stories, both true and make believe
                For by his own admission, truth he could take or leave
                But the world is that much poorer for the loss of such as he
                For characters are fewer in this world where nothings free

Keen To Be Green

Local authorities’ love recycling
It’s a green policy and its one that wins
They want to reduce the carbon footprint
Of the electorate, for their sins
But if they were truly serious
They’d stop making so many recycling bins


Keen To His Fate

" Keen To His Fate "

First & foremost with alacrity,
One sailor sailed so o'er his sea.
Winds a'fillin' canvas & seam,
Great ship layin' o'er well on her beam.

Thus began a journey so bold,
Tales ayre told by young and old.
O'seafarer man a'gone to such sea,
What might come a'none could foresee.

No soul aware nor had slightest o'clue,
Where his course into what winds blew.
Yet only this sailor was keen to his fate,
For e'er had he thought that sea his mate.

Sailed he so did for time long so gone,
Sung ashore then of his journey was song.
Oft such sad yet suddenly o'glee,
For yet were those few a'ken o'his sea.

'Twas this sailor a man set forth,
Into a sea furthest yet north.
Into his tempest & a'welcome such gale,
As naught had before heard such any tale......

SeaWolf
©

Quirky Keen


He’s just so different,
more so than me and you
Got a most unconventional walk,
and an odd meter pause when he talk
As if some fluttering revelation
feather dropped into his mind 
in the middle of a quixotic thought
Notice closely how he ties his shoes,
observe carefully 
how he stipulates his personal hygiene rules
He’s a carbon-based, oxygen fuel anomaly
Every breath he takes,
every move he makes
is predicated by a rate of change society wind speed
In the cerebral game of thrones,
his intellectual property is cosmic tertiary owned
It’s futile to fight against the force
of this quirky keen ... 
he’s thinking ten steps ahead of you
every time it seems
Pasqual knows so many government dark secrets,
yet he doesn’t have a public story to tell
He lives in his own isolated Arctic world — 
a self-created, mental insulated igloo shell
Quirky keen is his spiritual innervisions,
quirky keen is his empirical decisions
Hyper-awareness is a string of pearls
within his treasure chest of consciousness
Quirky keen is a special teen 
with neural abilities heretofore unseen
Pasqual’s keenly aware of the gifts in his possession;
his quirky attitude 
is often displayed with a gentle, aloof detachment 
As a child he decided that fame was not his 
preferred destiny,
choosing instead to live in complete 
obscure anonymity
Some would assess this to be
a pauper edict issued by a quirky keen

Haiku

wildflowered meadows

leverets play hide and seek

keen-eyed raptors search

Premium Member Kinda Keen

Right arm is missing or that's how it seems
Could be worse but it's as bad as it's been
No telly, no 'puter
All I think of is hooters
Which ain't all that bad, in fact it's kinda keen

Watching With Keen Interest

As dogs eat dogs,and cats eat the intestine of
the cats, I watch with keen interest.

Trees fall over trees,
sun gazes with great intensity
as cloud whispers in thick darkness
and the sky belches loudly,
I watch with keen interest.

As shark swallows the tilapia and
 the tilapia the tadpoles and phytoplantons,
the sea boils to a very high temperature,
making its abode uncomfortable,
The frogs and crabs have to relocate,
I watch with keen interest.

The flower displays its beauty for a little while,
and turns grey suddenly,
This makes the butterfly to become angry,
angry!for this cosmetic display;
I watch with keen interest.

Fallen  leaves float on water surface,
Not cared for nor remembered;oblivion persists,
The lion screams and the forest is deserted,
as the ants and bees prepare for war,
I adjusted my cornea and iris
to watch more of this scenario.
What will finally happen?
what will the lower animals do?
What about the summit of the seven gorillas(G7)?
Would the jungle law be obeyed?


*Personification mixed with Metaphors*


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Premium Member Kinda Keen

Right arm is missing or that's how it seems
Could be worse but it's as bad as it's been
No telly, no 'puter
All I think of is hooters
Which ain't all that bad, in fact it's kinda keen

16 and Keen

inside to -    dive    roll

            punch   fall   kick

         leg cramp!     damn  60's

Premium Member Keen Eyed Raptor

winged raptor's high perch 
moonlit field carefully scanned
flight triggers panic

Premium Member Keen Mind of Her Own

She wanted to spend all of her birthday money on llama socks.
They were beautiful, blue llamas with lavender and marigold stripes.
Fluffy tassels on the side; but they were costly.
She had twenty dollars total.
With tax, these socks were going to take most of it.
Her mother tried to talk her out of it.
Took her to the dollar store.
Pointed out a multitude of things she could buy.
She bought the llama socks.
Loved them, kept them until she was grown.
At age forty-two, she might still have them.
She knew what she wanted.
A girl with a keen mind of her own.

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