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.'
- Fading Summers -new-
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
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.
Charade In Review
` The masks we wear, to us are given,
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
i will not be scorched
by the flame of another
i shall keep my fire
fueled only by the pure
kindling found deep
within the terrain
of my wooded home