Frederick Kesner

Frederick Kesner Poems

On a hand-hewn pedestal
imagination coalesced;
on milk-white face alight
eyes sparkled with a liquid flame.

and out of the sombre light
a quiet entrance he makes-
a poet in whom life is not so much delight
as it is the unfolding of self amid the pain.




D-iscover your dreams and dare

A-ll you can take hold of each day


a harrowed ref equals
photojournalist's bucket
communicating targetted
wishes - blank images


better than vintage wine
flashier than weekend cars
more precious, much more
than the Don's Cricket bat

It will never be like this again.
Just yesterday this house was alive;
Today it's empty, yet again.
This makes one think about tomorrow.

The sick-room had always chilled me
For I feared that it could kill me

I stayed clear from the infirmary


a grated gate in midnight's light

'always and forever'
said one such bear to
threadbare pounding,
rediscovering vow of

yesterday at dawn
the moment a cloud-filled sky
blanketed grey
my eyelids scroll to see


R-ed train rested at Rotterdam station.

Please, pray tell, what it means
when your poems are 'online' green
while the rest upon your list
have no such green tags in the least?

Frederick Kesner Biography

You are encouraged to interact with the poems posted in this site. Please leave some word about your visit in the comment box or the messaging feature. This form of contact is highly appreciated. 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. 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.)

The Best Poem Of Frederick Kesner

Galatean Resumé

On a hand-hewn pedestal
imagination coalesced;
on milk-white face alight
eyes sparkled with a liquid flame.

Some build ivory towers,
their hands raw from driven labour,
on scratched cheeks, a stricken eye
ransoms a sculpted orphan dream.

Across time and the Middle Sea
another calloused hand chiselled;
laughter on a pine-white face
resurrected an ailing heart.

Some can only imagine
what others have without trying;
when vicarious journeys fail,
reality's block they will assail.

(A sort of raison d'etre definition for the artist's creation,
drawing from both the stories of Pygmalion and Geppetto.)

Frederick Kesner Comments

Shaun Cronick 15 September 2020

See you are now an Australian poet. Best country in the world. I hate England full of pommies.

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Dominic Hunt 08 August 2012

Really liked mother mother Deeply sad and moving

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LOVEFOOL Aka 28 March 2009

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

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Lare Austin 27 January 2005

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

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Lare Austin 29 December 2004

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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Frederick Kesner Quotes

'Whence a poem dies is conceived a phoenix.'

At the uttermost reaches of what's known is a glimpse of what's beyond.

Somewhere beyond suburbia is our forgotten self.

Nothing is as sweet to the lips than the ashes strewn from the phoenix rising.

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