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Keith Narne Poem
Tick-tack thy sound of the double-edged hands
Stand strong with mother-nature's deep roots
Big Ben wakes ye typhoon then started to dance
Awaits for the sunlight to bear fruits
Tick-tack thy sound of the double-edged hands
The rain will come to wash the blood
Big Ben alarm the dead men from the graveyards
To a new seed of gain en love
Tick-tack thy sound of the branches
Checkmate—and time at rest
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Copyright © Keith Narne | Year Posted 2013
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Genesis Broad-Spectrum
An ethical grey scenery alert
was roused lenses shuttered,
in hues of Red, White and Blue.
Theorem of imagery collision,
flashed old fashioned—PolaROId,
ammunition developed HumanØ1ds.
Copyright © Keith Narne | Year Posted 2015
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Keith Narne Poem
A tidal wave of civil liberty—a Great Revolt
A deep kinship of prominent peak
Afresh breathe of repose and bold
Inhaling optimistic
Exert men wrapped with invisible chain
Time awakened mankind by chance
Oh trapped on this alien land
A mind playing game
Fire the dough for the living dead
The heart desire still unknown
A cycled of rotten bread
Inverting the throne
Copyright © Keith Narne | Year Posted 2013
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HemptiQue
freshly brewed ganja tea,
an environ smoke free.
gettin' healTHy dose mediCally.
time CheCk 4:20
Copyright © Keith Narne | Year Posted 2015
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Keith Narne Poem
Before the mountains learned to rise,
Before the oceans found their tides,
Tiny travelers crossed the night,
Carried softly on cosmic light.
Particles born in distant stars,
Wandered far beyond the scars
Of ancient suns that burned away,
Leaving whispers in their wake.
They drifted through the silent deep,
Where galaxies and comets sleep,
Until the Earth, with open skies,
Welcomed them to a new sunrise.
They settled in the soil below,
In rivers where the wild things grow,
In every leaf and every stone,
Planting seeds yet to be known.
Through countless years they changed their form,
Enduring calm and weathered storm,
Becoming roots, becoming rain,
Becoming life again and again.
Within each heart, within each mind,
Their stellar fingerprints we find;
A hidden story, old and vast,
Connecting future to the past.
And from those fragments of the skies,
New dreams awakened, opened eyes.
What once was dust in endless space
Became a voice, a name, a place.
So when we seek what we may be,
Look upward to infinity—
For every wonder yet to bloom
Began as stardust finding room.
Copyright © Keith Narne | Year Posted 2026
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