Best Kevin Poems

Irelands uprising in ninteen sixteen was crushed by the state
The ringleaders were arrested and death would be their fate
Charged with the crime of treason against the British Crown
Fifteen men faced a firing squad and without mercy shot down.

It caused outrage in Ireland, and support for...

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An American actor, Kevin Costner.
known for Divorce battle with Christine Baumgartner, his x partner. 
Academically inclined but played sports and poetry he pens.
At a young age, loss confidence, having to make new friends....

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KG, the "Big Ticket"
as you are fondly called
every game you bring it
playing so fierce and so bold..

From high school sensation
to NBA superstar
an MVP recognition
and a 10-time All-Star..

Filling up the stats 
and lighting up the scoreboard
with each board, dime, swipe, swat,
and every hoop that you score..

The...

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Ocean waves, ships like us, and your spandex swimwear was an atraction for any girl, not in the right state of mind.
It was Tahiti, 1998, no, it was "1999" and thats why "Prince" wrote the song.....
Over that hot, hot summer- my 1960's vintage swimsuit, black...

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Mama – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Mum » by T. Wignesan

Kevin Gilbert (July 10, 1933 – April 1, 1993) - father of Irish-English ancestry, mother an aboriginal from New South Wales - was orphaned at seven. His elder sisters looked after him until he...

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Tu le fera, n’est-ce pas, Papa ? – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Won’t you, Dad ? » by T. Wignesan

Si toutes les jolies mélodies
de ce monde eussent été chantées
et toutes les chefs d’œuvres des maîtres
fussent être exhibées dans des meilleurs galléries
et toutes les statues...

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Klacatoo – Translation of Kevin Gilbert ‘s « Klacatoo » by T. Wignesan

On nous avait coincé sur la rive de Lachlan
un endroit qui s’appelle Klacatoo
là où nous rassemblions au coucher du soleil
quand nous entendions le cri de la Mort du courlis
les femmes appelaient leurs enfants...

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Le vieil identique problème – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Same Old Problem » by T. Wignesan

(For Kevin Gilbert – cf. the introduction to Inside Black Australia (1988) – as quite obviously for Oodgeroo, too – aboriginal poetry refused to adopt the « 100th monkey...

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MY STORY IS LONG AND OH SO SAD
HEROIN WAS HIS TRUE DEMISE

HE WORKED VERY LITTLE BUT THE FACT
IS KNOWN, HEROIN WAS THE CHOICE FOR 
NOT ALCHOHOL ALONE

HE WAS A GOOD PERSON REALLY HE WAS
FOR HELPING OTHERS HE TRIED TO DO

HE WAS A POOR SOUL, THAT...

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Kevin
Father, Son, Husband, Friend
Brother of Karla
Lover of Jamie, America, and Family
Who feels Love, Sorrow, and Joy
Who fears emptiness, bridges and loss
Who would like to see Jesus, Aliens and Heaven
Resident of Blackstone, Virginia
Stock

© 2011 Kevin Stock...

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Ceux qui célèbrent ‘88 – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Celebrators  ‘88 »» by T. Wignesan

(This poem mocks the bicentenary celebrations of the founding or « settling » of the Australian continent by the British in 1788 from the point of view of the...

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Are we not flesh?
with scars of the heart?
Needing are we
to confess our
darkness?
As it is foretold
Darkness was upon
the deep
Ether, and 
Thought became Word then Sound
Then came light.

Are we embraced
by Seen and unseen
Forces?
That if we speak
As God spoke to
Darkness and it
Fled at the coming of Light
Mustn't we...

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Le Vrai et Nouveau Hymne National – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « The New True Anthem » by T. Wignesan

En dépit de ce que Dorothea a dit
sur le sujet de la terre brûlée au soleil
vous ne l’aviez vraiment jamais aimé
ni essayé de lui rendre plus...

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L’Arbre – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Tree » by T. Wignesan

Je suis l’arbre
la maigre et dure terre qui a faim
le corbeau et l’aigle
le soleil et la lune et la mer
Je suis l’argile sacrée
laquelle constitue la base
l‘herbe les vignes l’homme
Je suis tout ce qui est...

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The ass so phatt
Snared and trapped by hypocrisy
Quintisential Questions
Beg The question
what about that ass so phatt?
Looks good to pretenders
What is your soul food, Mabeline and Maskera?
Don't straddle the line of
Self love and hate
Why are you hiding from the
Source of truth,
Your Sole truth?

Bad make-up is
Glittered ...

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