Biography of Frederick Kesner
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Will you come and journey with the author,
traversing time and space, imagination -
of things real or conjured in the mind
when the wattle blossoms dance in the wind,
the birdcalls and the dingo's howling....
in that hour of phrases catching, we shall
see the wonder of life itself unfolding
Reading and writing, pen and paper,
they have given the young Frederick
a passion from primary school years:
as soon as the alphabet was learnt;
the very moment he could wield a pen,
there began a continuing journey
wherein the destination is not placed
more highly than the moments spent,
the sojourns explored, in writing
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Frederick Kesner's Works:
'I, Janus', 'A Gift of Myself', 'Forum #49', 'Raucous Blether'; 'Turquoise Dreams', 'In my Own Write', 'Shortlisted', 'Eye Soar.'
Frederick Kesner Poems
A Cup Runneth Over
The well has not gone dry, less frequented maybe by both the drawers and the occasional passersby.
Crimson Of Fear
Charade In Review
` The masks we wear, to us are given,
Shot At Dawn
This poem does not condone desertion nor is it a proponent of summary execution or the use of capital punishment as a deterrent.
The Wound Of A Forced Exit
Life In A Graduated Cylinder
'Why are our lives so pegged on tests and calibrations....? ' I wondered one day at lab:
` probably a kinsman
` My heart bleeds
Amber frosted reeds in the summer's wind swaying, dancing, synchronised now
When shall it again rain upon
this parched and thristy land?
Will any come off divining
while our heart lay pining?
Shall we again glimpse
that crystal crown upon our king?
Come forth from yon chambers
we beseech thee our liege.