Keith Poems - Poems about Keith

"I was crowned with a spike right through my head." That's what Keith and Mick once said. I haven't heard one of their songs in a while, but when I do, I just have to smile....

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The voice of death tho a whisper still If exercised is loud and shrill A couple of coins & sign the line May just buy you a little time Library’s filled with ancient tomes A lot of stories of the unknown On going tales of lore Their to impress the present whore Two bits to cover the eyes A few roses to deodorize A Constant...

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My favorite poem of the late, great Keith Bickerstaffe, Petal. ************************************************ Petal Pink and perfect mystery to which I ply my finger, she ripens so exquisitely the longer that I linger and fluff the modest blossom with my gentle loving hand, teasing, ever pleasing so that now I understand how beautiful the flower that yields without duress, blooming now so fully in the warmth of my...

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Sometimes we look at the spread of the open sky in deep awe and wonder At times even daring to claim the sky, like caged birds, we weep and tweet. We look at the ocean, the screaming of the sea and the river between dark and bright. Where the dire silence of the river sits yawning. In our...

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Africa is raped. The continent of life is pumped dry, and the colonizer won’t stop, ’till he is stopped. And blocked. We pay colonial tax for the baskets we have weaved. Our own weaved baskets. We remain cocooned to a mask, a philosopher who has seen Africa’s image in the advent of adversity, concludes; the children...

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My son Brian is a special fellow, with just his smile he can turn my darkest days brighter than the brightest yellow. He sees the good in everyone and will make you feel love down deep in your heart.If I would ever lose him my life would be ripped apart. Brian has Down's and has struggled most...

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An Angel, Fairy or Nymph Now In Human Form Collaboration with Keith O.J. Hunt An Angel, Fairy Or Nymph Now In Human Form Her exhilarating breath so quickened my heart, her poise, I stood transfixed in overwhelming awe. Gasping for air, as one does when lovers depart begging that, "dear lover please return to me call". Her Hellenic face, Shelly would...

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They met on a Monday She said her hair was a mess. Or was it a Tuesday? She had just come from the gym. It was the ice cream section On aisle number 5. Oh wait, it was aisle 3. I remember she said the tuna - was buy 1 get one free. She noticed his hair Then well, maybe his rump. It could only...

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RIP Police Constable Keith Palmer 2017. By Stanley Russell Harris The new mad author Who shall we bury today? Who has been taken away? Not me yet I’m pleased to say. So I can write these words today! As we mourn loved ones lost. Or friends we knew, in days gone past. Lost to us but not high above! Where innocents go to be loved. Cry...

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So farewell Keith Vaz, we don’t really mind Whether you steered from the front or behind But the coke was a bit of an epic fail What’s that, you’re snorting, I didn’t inhale? So hello Keith Vaz, you’re still knocking about You can lock up yer closet now yer out And maybe hang out with Osborne and stuff Isn’t he a bit...

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Kindly Evolving Into True Happiness Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet...

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Kindly Evolving Into True Happiness Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher...

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Hello my name is Keith Edward Baucum. I am a black male who was born on the day of July 10, 1982. I'm the youngest out of my mother's seven children. I am from Laurinburg North Carolina. I still live in Laurinburg North Carolina. My interests are education, poetry, African American studies, African culture, literature, visual arts. My favorite...

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Cradle my body, Deeply into you, tear me, limb-frm-limb, Can't deny your pulsing vibes, 380* spins my prime, moving mountains, amongst, early dawns, sunlight quake, where we lost all self-control, dangerously, Keith Sweats, song, fornicating, our love....To another round of sweet Deveined entwined lyrics,under bump n' grind, midnights breaking hour, we co-inside, all measures of...

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