David Keig

Rookie - 13 Points (1951 / UK)

David Keig Poems

201. A Christmas Without God 11/18/2004
202. No Christmas Tree Where It Should Be 11/28/2005
203. Forgiveness 11/6/2004
204. Mr. Abraham Abramovitch 8/24/2005
205. Depression 1/29/2005
206. Whale Song 11/4/2004
207. When Bin Laden Came To Breakfast 11/11/2004
208. The Nerd 11/13/2004
209. A Lover From The Past 10/17/2004
210. A Fuller Figured Woman 3/20/2005
211. A Bitter Harvest 12/17/2005
212. Armistice Day 11/10/2004
213. Truth Through Repetition 4/20/2008
214. The Stolen Generation 10/22/2007
215. If You Think I'M Crazy 11/4/2004
216. Fate And Conscience 11/8/2004
217. Money Money 4/20/2008
218. A Christmas Wish 12/12/2004
219. Money 4/20/2008
220. Anger Feeds Upon Itself 11/18/2004
221. Time And Time And Time Again 11/17/2004
222. A Christmas Tree! A Christmas Tree! 12/12/2004
223. The Kiss I Miss 11/2/2004

Comments about David Keig

  • Bob Fletcher (10/15/2013 3:21:00 AM)

    Enjoyed reading your poems,

    5 person liked.
    1 person did not like.
  • Golden Ways (12/10/2008 11:23:00 AM)

    I am in love with your poems.
    Especially 'Cry Freedom '.
    I would like to use it as a tattoo.
    Hopefully this is ok with you.
    Please let me know.
    I love it so much.

  • Timothy Werner (12/19/2004 1:41:00 AM)

    The styles in your poems are beautiful. I love the rhythm to poetry and yours packs a mouth full, Congratulations on so many great Poems.

  • James Grengs (10/18/2004 7:36:00 AM)

    I love your poetry, David. You have a true gift for rhyme that i can't possibly imitate.

  • Michael Shepherd (10/13/2004 4:56:00 AM)

    I'm really enjoying and admiring your poetry, David. I look forward to more.
    Best, Michael

Best Poem of David Keig

The Kiss I Miss

That kiss, that kiss
That childlike kiss
That pecky on the cheek kiss
That I am here kiss
That who the hell cares kiss
That kiss, that kiss I miss

Read the full of The Kiss I Miss

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.

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