David Keig

Rookie - 13 Points (1951 / UK)

David Keig Poems

121. Ping Pong 1/14/2005
122. White Supremacist Racist Whore 10/12/2007
123. Science Is Boring 11/23/2007
124. This First Full Day Of Spring 8/31/2005
125. The Consultation 3/19/2008
126. Journalism? 9/4/2006
127. My T Shirt 2/18/2015
128. Christmas Blues 11/27/2007
129. A Singular Man 1/3/2008
130. It Was In Tongues He Spoke 3/17/2008
131. Umina Bowling Club 11/23/2007
132. I Was So Loved By Him 12/29/2005
133. Farewell David Blunkett 12/16/2004
134. Noddy Holder 12/27/2004
135. Etheline 10/13/2004
136. Kerry Packer 4/19/2008
137. Our Remembered Parts Of Time 9/6/2005
138. I Like Cake 11/4/2004
139. Men In Suits 9/19/2007
140. Will You Be My Baby Tonight? 12/19/2004
141. Fools Gold 8/30/2006
142. I Am Not Ordinary Man* 1/2/2006
143. Poets 12/15/2004
144. Rabbit Proof Fence 11/14/2004
145. I Grow Old 1/24/2006
146. Nobody Told Me 2/9/2015
147. I Can Only See You 3/1/2011
148. A Bloody Stain 3/31/2008
149. Always On My Mind 11/13/2007
150. What Is Left Of Language 11/3/2004
151. Nothing Much Happens In Sydney 10/18/2004
152. The Howard Is A Nasty Beast 3/24/2005
153. Did He Have A Passport? 12/20/2004
154. Men Are Not Efficient 11/18/2004
155. Raindrops Falling On His Hair 10/12/2004
156. Politics I Understand 11/18/2004
157. Divorce And Separation 11/1/2004
158. Regret's A Cold Companion 11/15/2004
159. Sub-Atomic Particles 3/21/2005
160. The Summer Of Sixty Eight 3/16/2008

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    Enjoyed reading your poems,

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    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.
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  • 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.

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  • 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.
    admiringly,
    Ja/\/\e$

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

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Best Poem of David Keig

Anger Feeds Upon Itself

Anger is a virus
That needs not even air
To propagate contagion
Whenever it is shared.

Anger can't be placed in quarantine
To contain its vicious spread
For anger feeds upon itself
And burns a flaming red.

Anger is all consuming
Anger does not desist
From destroying sensibilites
In that haze of its red mist.

Read the full of Anger Feeds Upon Itself

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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