What Is Left of Language
Tear away my punctuation
Slowly remove my capitals
Indulge in wanton abbreviation
Then what is left is all
That remains of language
In the email.
poem by David Keig
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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
poem by David Keig
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Love and marriage
Love and marriage
Love and marriage
Go together
Like ice cream and cabbage
And i'll tell you, brother
If she don't like sex
Just blame the mother.
poem by David Keig
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Noddy Holder
‘Well here it is Merry Christmas’
You sang
With ‘everybody’s having fun’
As refrain
Shall we ever see
Such a song for this season
As gently written again?
poem by David Keig
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The Way To End All Wars
Just a little homily to go along with three other poems i have posted just now for armistice day.....
There is no magic secret hidden
Except to talk and always listen.
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poem by David Keig
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Poets
What on earth do you call a collection of poets?
A verse a rhyme a stanza or sonnets?
Perhaps it is best not to seek out this noun
And just to be grateful there are poets around.
poem by David Keig
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Crying At The Moon
Dependence is
Dependence was
The real meaning why because
Passion's passing's ever near
And why we where it goes we fear
We could have grown apart less soon
We end up crying at the moon.
poem by David Keig
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I Am The C-in-C
I am the c-in-c you see
a role that perfectly fits me
my name is bush - now no more jokes
i cannot stand all you smart folks
c's for commander don't you know!
not for a woman's down below!
poem by David Keig
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Anaesthesia
Needle sliding in the vein
Clenching fist - now clench again
Stiff starched sheets on spreading bed
Tastes of almonds in the head
Counting down - four, three, two, one
And - happy - kiss oblivion.
poem by David Keig
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My brother...
I want to be a control freak
Not all – but most days of the week
I want my commands to be the way
In which people please me everyday
I am quite calm, I will not fight
As long as you accept I’m right.
poem by David Keig
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