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
STORY POEM
Published
7th May 2014 10:49pm
7th May 2014 10:49pm
The Locklears Chapter Two
I know you didn't think a woman as beautiful as my wife would be interested in someone like you" said a tall figure as he emerged out of the darkness behind the shackled man. With fear in his eyes the shackled man asked who they were. "My name is Linda Locklear and this is my husband Rusty Locklear." "Enough with the small talk Linda go get the work tools." "As you command daddy." Walking past their victim into the darkness Linda grabbed the cold steel push cart and brought it to Rusty. "Will you just look at all these toys" Rusty's eyes lit up like a child's at Christmas. "What do we...
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STORY POEM
Published
30th Apr 2014 8:36pm
30th Apr 2014 8:36pm
The Locklears Chapter One
Wakey, wakey, sleepy head" the woman's voice was cheerful and playful as she threw a glass of cold water in
the unconscious man's face. "Wha, wha, what happened? Did I fall asleep?" As the man opened his eyes he tried to move but couldn't. Looking around he realized he was in an upright position eagle spread. Each wrist and ankle was shackled, locked, and chained. "I'm not into locks and chains. I'm the one paying for sex. You have to do what I want" the man's words were slured as he looked at
the woman. "Poor, poor, little man I'm not a prostitute. I just pose as one on...
the unconscious man's face. "Wha, wha, what happened? Did I fall asleep?" As the man opened his eyes he tried to move but couldn't. Looking around he realized he was in an upright position eagle spread. Each wrist and ankle was shackled, locked, and chained. "I'm not into locks and chains. I'm the one paying for sex. You have to do what I want" the man's words were slured as he looked at
the woman. "Poor, poor, little man I'm not a prostitute. I just pose as one on...
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STORY POEM
Published
30th Apr 2014 8:08pm
30th Apr 2014 8:08pm
GREEN Chapter Two
Malik was in Kenya's office for twenty minutes before making his departure. Kenya made it up in her mind that she would get to know Malik on a personal level. Kenya lived a rather dull life until the point she decided to get involved with Malik. Kenya was a plain looking black woman who never had any real luck with men. The next day was Saturday so it was Kenya's day off. She spent most of her time paying bills and shopping. She pulled into the Emerald Lady parking lot got out of her 2003 BMW and went inside. Looking for something to make Malik notice her. She picked out a low cut...
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STORY POEM
Published
30th Apr 2014 11:26am
30th Apr 2014 11:26am
GREEN Chapter One
Lying in an ocean of her own blood drowning in her own blood. Her lungs burning from the bullet wounds she never thought this is how her life would end. Her tears start to flow as she thought of the years she spent slithering with snakes. Her job at the BNB bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago on June the sixth that her life went to hell. Upset at the thought of being late for work Kenya floored the gas pedal. Weaving in and out of traffic hoping she didn't get a ticket. Arriving at the BNB bank right on time Kenya rushed in and greeted...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Mar 2014 12:20pm
28th Mar 2014 12:20pm
The Green Poet, The Brown Philosopher, Red Seven
The Green Poet, The Brown Philosopher, and Red Seven are the poetic names of Keith Edward Baucum.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
I am no longer The Poetic Philosopher I am now The Brown Philosopher. I am no longer Mr. Seven I am now Red Seven
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
I am no longer The Poetic Philosopher I am now The Brown Philosopher. I am no longer Mr. Seven I am now Red Seven
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STORY POEM
Published
26th Mar 2014 12:40pm
26th Mar 2014 12:40pm
Characters in Sins, Virtues, and Everything Inbetween
Infinity - The name of the planet in which the story
takes place in.
Lust - The wife of Greed and the mother of Anger.
She is a slut and a prostitute. Lust has an
affair with Hatred and becomes pregnant.
Lust gives birth to Anger. She is best friends
with Envy.
Greed - The husband of Lust, older brother of Envy, and
the stepfather of Anger. Greed is Lust's pimp. He is
a...
takes place in.
Lust - The wife of Greed and the mother of Anger.
She is a slut and a prostitute. Lust has an
affair with Hatred and becomes pregnant.
Lust gives birth to Anger. She is best friends
with Envy.
Greed - The husband of Lust, older brother of Envy, and
the stepfather of Anger. Greed is Lust's pimp. He is
a...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Mar 2014 11:03am
7th Mar 2014 11:03am
Street Bitch
She was birthed in the streets
raised by the streets
she's one with the streets
A resident on SlutVille Road driven through by the streets
skin of concrete
littered with cracks and potholes
Occupations from dancing on poles
fills the vancancy in her heart left by
thugs, gangsters, and hoodlums
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet
raised by the streets
she's one with the streets
A resident on SlutVille Road driven through by the streets
skin of concrete
littered with cracks and potholes
Occupations from dancing on poles
fills the vancancy in her heart left by
thugs, gangsters, and hoodlums
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet
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SONG LYRICS
Published
7th Mar 2014 10:55am
7th Mar 2014 10:55am
Chocolate Bunnies
In these streets on the hunt
for a chocolate bunny with
a big butt.
A brown cotton tail
who'll keep her mouth closed
and won't tell. Ssshhh be very,
very, quiet I'm hunting chocolate bunnies
throughout the urban jungle I'm hunting chocolate bunnies.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet
aka Mr Seven aka The Poetic Philosopher
for a chocolate bunny with
a big butt.
A brown cotton tail
who'll keep her mouth closed
and won't tell. Ssshhh be very,
very, quiet I'm hunting chocolate bunnies
throughout the urban jungle I'm hunting chocolate bunnies.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet
aka Mr Seven aka The Poetic Philosopher
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Mar 2014 10:59am
1st Mar 2014 10:59am
Secrets
Secrets are like hidden treasure
waiting to be discovered
Like dead dreams being tucked away
Like the forbidden fruit
waiting to be plucked
Like ugliness masked with beauty
Like deception shrouded in sincerity
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet aka
The Brown Philosopher aka Red Seven
waiting to be discovered
Like dead dreams being tucked away
Like the forbidden fruit
waiting to be plucked
Like ugliness masked with beauty
Like deception shrouded in sincerity
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet aka
The Brown Philosopher aka Red Seven
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jan 2014 3:00pm
10th Jan 2014 3:00pm
Words
Oh how wonderful words are.
They can empower,
they can uplift,
they can entertain giving someone the
courage to attain their dreams.
Oh how powerful words are.
They can cut deep, they shatter dreams
killing one's ambition to never achieve
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Mr Seven aka The Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet
They can empower,
they can uplift,
they can entertain giving someone the
courage to attain their dreams.
Oh how powerful words are.
They can cut deep, they shatter dreams
killing one's ambition to never achieve
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Mr Seven aka The Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jan 2014 8:01pm
6th Jan 2014 8:01pm
Coffee Cakes
This is an idea I have. I want to celebrate the sexiness and beauty
of black women
of black women
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jan 2014 12:40pm
5th Jan 2014 12:40pm
Words 2
Oh how powerful words are
taking the form of swords they cut deep
With the flapping of the tongue storms fly from the mouth
blowing us away
Oh how wonderful words are allowing others to blossom like flowers
taking in the rays of the sun
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Mr Seven aka The Poetic Philosopher aka The Green Poet
taking the form of swords they cut deep
With the flapping of the tongue storms fly from the mouth
blowing us away
Oh how wonderful words are allowing others to blossom like flowers
taking in the rays of the sun
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Mr Seven aka The Poetic Philosopher aka The Green Poet
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