Biography of David Keig
I used to write poetry at school back in the 60s and them somehow lost the habit.
Only this year did i begin to write again.
Some poems are in what I call my 'country and western style', some are somewhat morose and others wistful or playful or funny..
Whatever, I get a lot out of writing them.
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- The Kiss I Miss
- Time And Time And Time Again
- A Christmas Tree! A Christmas Tree!
- Anger Feeds Upon Itself
- Money Money
- Fate and Conscience
- Truth Through Repetition
- A Bitter Harvest
- if You Think I'm Crazy
- No Christmas Tree Where It Should Be
- The Stolen Generation
- The Nerd
- Armistice day
The Sensual Fig
Delicately exploring the concupiscent fig
Teasing each fold with tipped tongue
And delighting on the secrets hidden at its heart
While the fig juice flows moist upon the lips
Yielding up its sweetness slow
As if each fig were still the first
For tasting and for lovers.