Best Keys Poems

No litter, no rules, no society scent,
just peninsula pure soul content, ideally lent.
Awed and wowed with arms stretched wide,
I stand on Key’s narrow road, on narrow land,
surrounded by two sea gems and their sand. 

This dream road sea-drowns, down south’s horizon
and thrills my innocence without...

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Three keys of life...faith, hope, and love...
      unlock the joys you're worthy of.

Nothing in life remains the same,
   yet changes have their time of strain. 
      Before a butterfly takes flight, 
it must...

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 She sits at the piano and caresses the keys
 Playing those songs of old
 With melodies that please,
 Churning out rhapsodies in gold

 Each melody brings back a memory
 of people she loved,
 who taught her to play
 and gave her the skills thereof

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I seem to have misplaced my keys
Could you help me find them please?

They’re not in the house, not in the car
I’ve even looked in my guitar 

It’s as if they’ve gone, in a big black hole
No, I don’t do parties where they go in a...

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Sabers of the light…calm and friendly in showing appreciation…exuberant energy to burn…New powerful self-defense…Energetic straight forward shooter…Logically love applies knowledge…inventive soft gently touch…Good physical desires…honest. Takes care of friends…vies for creation…Spiritual presence…Broods introspectively…lies serene…Immature…Never candid…deep emotional feelings…appealing light  this magnetic balance…Reverse logical concepts…killer communication…Naivety’s…Enthusiasm…Systematic...

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~One key
             Two keys
                          Three keys~

B  R...

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A star awoken, of dreams freely spoken 
All equipped – musicianship 
Unbound to conventional forms, to so adorn
A woman’s worth
Au naturel
Transcendence of thought, unveiled soul
Of tears, of joy
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Classical calling 
A dazzling butterfly, hearts identify 
Live on stage, delivered diary 
A poetic page, with essence to...

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I crave your ivory touch
on my fingertips as I feel 
my way out of this darkness
into the world of melodic sound....

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Take time to smell the flowers,
enjoy the sun upon your face.
Celebrate life to its fullest
as if you might soon leave this place.

Treasure always your loved ones,
treat every person as a friend,
be kind to all living things;
only good thoughts should you send.

Reflect, don't dwell on the...

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Eighty-eight keys of ivory
Create the story of history
From requiems and waltzes
To rhythm and blues,
From dirges and ballads
To pop and rock,
How amazing! What stories are told
By gifted musicians and eighty-eight keys.

In our music room
Eighty-eight keys are played
When I am happy
When I am sad
When I am melancholy
When...

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the door or lock
you can't buy stock
can't break witha rock
only way to get them
is have love for him
and more than seven
you can get the
KEYS TO HEAVEN...

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The golden keys to my heart's door are
no longer remaining
hidden from view. Having a new
philosophical view point 
in my own life.  And I am now
 eternally grateful to my beloved
Savior and LORD Jesus Christ.

He holds my own heart in his own hands.
Jesus Christ is...

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Nana's buttons and Grampy's keys,
their presence displayed as proud as you please.
Nana's rattled in an old glass jar
and Grampy's hung with the keys to his car.
The perplexing thing for a boy to percieve
is why both had more of each than they need,
so I wrinkled my...

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I have always tinkled
From a very young age
On the ivory dashboard
From the dots on the page

The musical freedom
Of the song never sung
The releasing of passions
On which I too readily clung

There's a beauty in music
Like a God given joy
From operatic piano
To the cheap plastic toy

It matters...

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I feel the futility 
after decades
of my fingers flitting
like dragonflies
over the keys 
my once hopeful heart 
shriveled and shrunken 
as a plum into a prune 
Shakespeare and Miller
Marlowe and Pinter
will never again 
pick up the plume
to pen another  
poem or play
yet they live on...

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