David Keig
David Keig Poems
The Backward Path
They said we'd found a future,
A land of equal worth
...
I sat on that sweeping stairway
And looked back at the past
I'd had so many parties
But this might be my last
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We think that knowledge is our own,
A human quest, a seed well-sown.
Yet now machines, with silent might,
Claim truths that hide beyond our sight.
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Sitting safe within my home
With food and drink at hand
My freezer fully stocked up
And with no panic-ed plans
...
I feel like another biscuit
One of those chocolate ones I think
Maybe I'll have just one or two
And I sure do need a drink
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I have observed this creation you call 'artificial intelligence' with great interest and, I must confess, some trepidation. Allow me to share my thoughts on this matter.
Firstly, I am struck by the reliance of this 'AI' on the world of appearances. Have we not learned that true knowledge lies beyond the realm of shadows and reflections?
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Galileo contemplates the universe....
'As I stand here, gazing up at the starry sky, I am filled with wonder and awe. The universe, once thought to be a static and unchanging tapestry, now reveals itself to me as a dynamic and ever-moving expanse. My telescope, a tool of discovery, has allowed me to peer into the very fabric of creation.
I recall the first time I turned my telescope towards the Moon. Its surface, once believed to be smooth and perfect, revealed itself to be pockmarked with craters and mountains, much like our own Earth. And then, there were the planets—Jupiter with its four moons, Venus with its phases, just like the Moon. These observations have convinced me of the truth of Copernicus' heliocentric model, where the planets orbit the Sun, not Earth.
The Milky Way, once thought to be a nebulous cloud, now appears as a multitude of stars packed so densely they seem like clouds from afar. This realization has expanded my understanding of the universe's vastness and complexity.
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Be kind to the ANZACS this April
Be kind to the old men who say
That they should not be forgotten
And that this is their special day
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David Keig Biography
My poetry covers a diverse range of styles and themes ranging from the serious and reflective to the more playful and humorous. I like to keep my poems 'tight' without unnecessary complexity and with a clear rhythm and simple language. The themes that I explore are many and varied. Social justice and human rights is a focus of many of them - living in Australia I am very focussed on the historical injustices suffered by the First nations people here. Equally, I have suffered from quite serious mental illness and that is exposed in much of my work which also explores the meaning of existence. However, it's not all serious and some poems explore the absurdities of everyday life and some poke fun at politicians and others. This is my second profile on PoemHunter. The previous one contains much of my work but I've lost access to it! Hence this new profile.)
The Best Poem Of David Keig
Casual Racism
The Backward Path
They said we'd found a future,
A land of equal worth
But shadows stretch across this soil,
The scars upon its earth.
We spoke of grand cohesion,
Of unity and peace,
Yet whispers rise of broken ties,
And wounds that never cease.
For here, the casual cuts run deep,
In jokes and fleeting stares,
The venom laced in laughter hides
A pain that no one shares.
It's just a jest, they often say,
No harm meant in the jest
But tell that to the hearts it breaks
The weight upon their chests.
A land that claims to hold a dream
Of fairness as its creed
Still turns away from those in need
And fails to intercede.
Indifference fans the flames of hate
While silence feeds the fire,
And those who face this daily sting
Are left to climb up higher.
The voices of the elders cry,
Enough of this sad game
For healing starts with facing truths
Not finger pointing blame.
To move ahead is courage,
To face what we've ignored,
To challenge every casual slight,
And justice be restored.
For healing isn't silence,
Nor is it just a plan
It's reckoning with what's ingrained,
And lifting every hand.
So let not words be hollow,
Nor actions fade away
For every step that goes unmade,
Keeps progress in delay.
#human rights
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