Frederick Kesner

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Frederick Kesner
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Reading and writing, pen and paper,
they have given the younger Frederick
a passion from his 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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  • '''Whence a poem dies is conceived a phoenix.'''
    Frederick Kesner
  • ''At the uttermost reaches of what's known is a glimpse of what's beyond.''
    Frederick Kesner
  • ''Somewhere beyond suburbia is our forgotten self.''
    Frederick Kesner
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  • Dominic Hunt (8/8/2012 2:19:00 AM)

    Really liked mother mother
    Deeply sad and moving

  • LOVEFOOL Aka (3/28/2009 9:12:00 AM)

    One of the the most talented and original poets I have ever encountered.Check out his work on youtube and be very very impressed

  • Lare Austin (1/27/2005 8:09:00 PM)

    Hi Fred...your poem 'Snow Song' is such a precious capture...of thought...of mood...of feeling. In other words...this is good stuff...

    Lare Austin

  • Lare Austin (12/29/2004 11:48:00 PM)

    Hi Frederick...Your poem 'Third' is so very well written. I very much enjoyed it. Thank you. I would hope you might have a book of poetry in print...

    Lare Joseph Austin

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Best Poem of Frederick Kesner

Love Is

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Love is in the horizon,
it sits upon the sand;
the whispers in the hallway,
revealing secrets grand.

It's dancing in the rain
and in the blazing sun;
the mighty flowing river,
the voice of a long lost son.

Love is in the desert,
in the oasis' leafy fronds;
the racing tiny tadpoles
in lazy summer ponds.


It's teary airport farewells
and walks on a moonlit night;
the gentle flowing breezes
that stills the frightened heart.




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