David Keig

Rookie - 13 Points (1951 / UK)

David Keig Poems

201. A White Australia 11/15/2004
202. Christmas Blues 11/27/2007
203. Love And Marriage 11/23/2007
204. I Like Cake 11/4/2004
205. Mr. Abraham Abramovitch 8/24/2005
206. Depression 1/29/2005
207. The Drunken Sailor 10/26/2004
208. Men In Suits 9/19/2007
209. Fools Gold 8/30/2006
210. The Nerd 11/13/2004
211. Armistice Day 11/10/2004
212. Money Money 4/20/2008
213. Money 4/20/2008
214. Rabbit Proof Fence 11/14/2004
215. Truth Through Repetition 4/20/2008
216. Fate And Conscience 11/8/2004
217. A Christmas Tree! A Christmas Tree! 12/12/2004
218. Time And Time And Time Again 11/17/2004
219. Anger Feeds Upon Itself 11/18/2004
220. If You Think I'M Crazy 11/4/2004
221. Spring Cleaning 8/28/2005
222. The Stolen Generation 10/22/2007
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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