Submissions by edward (Keith E Baucum)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hello world my name is Keith Edward Baucum my poetic names are The Brown Philosopher, The Green Poet, Red Seven. My favorite poets are Langston Hughes, Phillis Wheatley, Tupac Shakur , my interests are poetry, African American studies, visual art
Destiny
Writing on blank page's in the book of life
With the pen of destiny
Man writes his own future
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Poetic Philosopher aka The Green Poet aka Mr Seven
With the pen of destiny
Man writes his own future
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Poetic Philosopher aka The Green Poet aka Mr Seven
88 reads
7 Comments
Addiction
An affliction thats ever lasting
Lives lie in ruins in the allies of agony
In the slums of miseary
Reflections of shattered families reflecting through shattered glass
screams of lost souls echo as they fall through the cracks in the pavement
broken people dwelling in syringes
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
aka The Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet
aka Red Seven
Lives lie in ruins in the allies of agony
In the slums of miseary
Reflections of shattered families reflecting through shattered glass
screams of lost souls echo as they fall through the cracks in the pavement
broken people dwelling in syringes
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
aka The Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet
aka Red Seven
197 reads
3 Comments
Venus
Lady in violet
let us venture to Venus the planet of love
Plant a vineyard
Open a winery
Becoming the axis of the universe
Under purple skies
In a bed of purple violets
drunk off purple wine
written by Keith Edward Baucum
aka The Green Poet aka Red Seven aka The Brown Philosopher
let us venture to Venus the planet of love
Plant a vineyard
Open a winery
Becoming the axis of the universe
Under purple skies
In a bed of purple violets
drunk off purple wine
written by Keith Edward Baucum
aka The Green Poet aka Red Seven aka The Brown Philosopher
84 reads
2 Comments
The Blue Fields of Pluto
Burried in the blue fields of pluto family and
Friends keep death company.
A symphony played by fallen angels fills the night air.
As shadows dance down the halls of hades around
blue flames they dance.
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet aka Red Seven
Friends keep death company.
A symphony played by fallen angels fills the night air.
As shadows dance down the halls of hades around
blue flames they dance.
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet aka Red Seven
64 reads
0 Comments
LOVE
Is love truly unconditional?
Will it stand the test of time or will it erode?
Have you ever been in love so much you thought your heart would explode?
Is love just a winding road curving around our hearts
Which we drive down the wrong side
weaving in and out of traffic not stopping for stop signs or red lights while being
blinded by the bright lights of on coming traffic
until we reach a dead end
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet aka Mr Seven aka The Brown Philosopher
Will it stand the test of time or will it erode?
Have you ever been in love so much you thought your heart would explode?
Is love just a winding road curving around our hearts
Which we drive down the wrong side
weaving in and out of traffic not stopping for stop signs or red lights while being
blinded by the bright lights of on coming traffic
until we reach a dead end
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet aka Mr Seven aka The Brown Philosopher
126 reads
2 Comments
Love
Is love truly unconditional?
Will it stand the test of time or will it erode?
Have you ever been in love so much you thought your heart would explode?
Is love just a winding road curving around our hearts
Which we drive down the wrong side weaving in and out of traffic not stopping for stop signs or red lights
While being Blinded by the bright lights of on coming traffic until we reach a dead end?
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet aka Mr Seven aka The Brown Philosopher
Will it stand the test of time or will it erode?
Have you ever been in love so much you thought your heart would explode?
Is love just a winding road curving around our hearts
Which we drive down the wrong side weaving in and out of traffic not stopping for stop signs or red lights
While being Blinded by the bright lights of on coming traffic until we reach a dead end?
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet aka Mr Seven aka The Brown Philosopher
98 reads
1 Comment
WOMAN
God's greatest creation
A sculpture of pure genius for man to marvel at
A living portrait art made flesh painted across the canvas of the world
Hues of brown
Strokes of red
Dabs of yellow
Dipping his brush in the blackness of space creating the first Ms Universe
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Poetic Philosopher aka The Blue Poet aka The Seventh Seal
A sculpture of pure genius for man to marvel at
A living portrait art made flesh painted across the canvas of the world
Hues of brown
Strokes of red
Dabs of yellow
Dipping his brush in the blackness of space creating the first Ms Universe
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Poetic Philosopher aka The Blue Poet aka The Seventh Seal
87 reads
1 Comment
Lust
A concubine, harlot, and mistress to us all
Enticing us with her beauty
Seducing men and women
to do her biding
Leading us astray into the depths
of perversion
With blurred vision we follow her every command
Not knowing
that her cabal with Greed, Pride,
Hatred, Envy, Sloth, Gluttony, Anger, and Ignorance ends with our destruction
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red Seven aka The Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet
Enticing us with her beauty
Seducing men and women
to do her biding
Leading us astray into the depths
of perversion
With blurred vision we follow her every command
Not knowing
that her cabal with Greed, Pride,
Hatred, Envy, Sloth, Gluttony, Anger, and Ignorance ends with our destruction
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red Seven aka The Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet
146 reads
2 Comments
THE HUNGRY
Money to fund wars but no money to feed the hungry
Money to fund their secret agendas but no money to feed the hungry
Money to fund their campaigns but no money to feed the hungry
Money to send satellite's into outer space but no money to feed the hungery
They're power hungry, money hungry, but don't give a damn about the hungry
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka
The Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet
aka Red Seven
Money to fund their secret agendas but no money to feed the hungry
Money to fund their campaigns but no money to feed the hungry
Money to send satellite's into outer space but no money to feed the hungery
They're power hungry, money hungry, but don't give a damn about the hungry
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka
The Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet
aka Red Seven
122 reads
2 Comments
The Black Sea
Drowning in her black sea of waves tumbling down her waterfall of black curls
Docking my ship on her serene waters
Unloading my cargo of thoughts and ideas
Diving into the depths of her psyche swimming in the ocean of her essences that is woman
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Mr Seven aka The Poetic Philosopher aka The Green Poet
Docking my ship on her serene waters
Unloading my cargo of thoughts and ideas
Diving into the depths of her psyche swimming in the ocean of her essences that is woman
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Mr Seven aka The Poetic Philosopher aka The Green Poet
122 reads
5 Comments
BLUE FLAMES
Her love is destructive
like blue suns
turning my black sand beach into glass
Boiling away my oceans
setting my field's ablaze in blue flames
bringing an end to my world
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red Seven aka The Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet
like blue suns
turning my black sand beach into glass
Boiling away my oceans
setting my field's ablaze in blue flames
bringing an end to my world
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red Seven aka The Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet
95 reads
2 Comments
South Side
With lifeless eyes he forms the south side hand sign
Represent his neighborhood is all he know
No remorse for his actions banging on the other side
Dope in his pocket pistol in his waistband pulling aiming firing shots with his left hand hot steel spiraling out the barrel of the gun
Empty shells and bodies hitting the pavement
Elevating the crime rate he celebrates with his hommies back on the southside
Lines of cocaine being snorted off the stomachs of sluts with bloodshot eyes they scream SouthSide
NorthSiders...
Represent his neighborhood is all he know
No remorse for his actions banging on the other side
Dope in his pocket pistol in his waistband pulling aiming firing shots with his left hand hot steel spiraling out the barrel of the gun
Empty shells and bodies hitting the pavement
Elevating the crime rate he celebrates with his hommies back on the southside
Lines of cocaine being snorted off the stomachs of sluts with bloodshot eyes they scream SouthSide
NorthSiders...
76 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by edward (Keith E Baucum)