Submissions by edward (The Poetic Philosopher)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hello world my name is Keith Edward Baucum my poetic name are The Poetic Philosopher. My favorite poets are Langston Hughes, Phillis Wheatley, Tupac Shakur , my interests are poetry, African American studies, visual art
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
738 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
612 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
616 reads
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Lust
A concubine, harlot, and a 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
761 reads
2 Comments
THE HUNGRY
Money to fund wars
but no money to feed the hungry
Money to fund their campaigns
but no money feed the hungry
Money to fund their secret agendas
but no money to feed the hungry
Money to send satellites into outer space
but no money to feed the hungry
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
but no money to feed the hungry
Money to fund their campaigns
but no money feed the hungry
Money to fund their secret agendas
but no money to feed the hungry
Money to send satellites into outer space
but no money to feed the hungry
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
676 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
928 reads
6 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
724 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 come through...
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 come through...
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Whore Knowledge - Queen of the Whores
Led into a pit of serpents by Lust
queen of the whores. She spoke unto me whore knowledge.
Removing the veil of secrecy revealing man's darkest desires.
Visions of blasphemy intoxicated on man's blood her words slured. Unleashing her verbal assault against the world
With hair of fire and serpentine eyes she motion me to come closer Coiling her arms around me engulfing me in the flames of anger dragging me into the black abyss of hatred
Strangling me with the poisonous vines of envy
feeding me to Gluttony the mouth of...
queen of the whores. She spoke unto me whore knowledge.
Removing the veil of secrecy revealing man's darkest desires.
Visions of blasphemy intoxicated on man's blood her words slured. Unleashing her verbal assault against the world
With hair of fire and serpentine eyes she motion me to come closer Coiling her arms around me engulfing me in the flames of anger dragging me into the black abyss of hatred
Strangling me with the poisonous vines of envy
feeding me to Gluttony the mouth of...
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Writer's Block
As if someone put a lock on my brain
Jailing my thoughts and words
Caught by the guards trying to escape
Prolonging their stay
Stuck behind bars of mental scars confined to their cells
Taunted by numbers and equations
Being fed letters and punctuations through opened slots in metal doors
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher aka Red Seven aka The Green Poet
Jailing my thoughts and words
Caught by the guards trying to escape
Prolonging their stay
Stuck behind bars of mental scars confined to their cells
Taunted by numbers and equations
Being fed letters and punctuations through opened slots in metal doors
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher aka Red Seven aka The Green Poet
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NULL AND VOID
On the other side of a blackhole is where you can find me
Feeling null and void lost in the vacuum of nothingness
A soulless vessle waisting away
In a graveyard for stars where asteroids collides
Damn this is hard the words just won't come
Pent up rage rage have me exploading like a supernova
The death and rebirth of a universe
By keith edward baucum
Feeling null and void lost in the vacuum of nothingness
A soulless vessle waisting away
In a graveyard for stars where asteroids collides
Damn this is hard the words just won't come
Pent up rage rage have me exploading like a supernova
The death and rebirth of a universe
By keith edward baucum
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The Milky Way
Imagine making love amongst the stars with the
Milky way for our bed while the galaxy watch.
As the planets orbits around us our climax would
Be like that of a supernova creating our own constallation.
Interstellar lovers traveling the cosmos on a cloud of
Stardust with the rings of Saturn I thee wed making you
the queen of my universe.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet aka Red Seven aka The Brown Philosopher
Milky way for our bed while the galaxy watch.
As the planets orbits around us our climax would
Be like that of a supernova creating our own constallation.
Interstellar lovers traveling the cosmos on a cloud of
Stardust with the rings of Saturn I thee wed making you
the queen of my universe.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet aka Red Seven aka The Brown Philosopher
1039 reads
2 Comments
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