Frederick Kesner Poems

'always and forever'
said one such bear to
threadbare pounding,
rediscovering vow of
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yesterday at dawn
the moment a cloud-filled sky
blanketed grey
my eyelids scroll to see
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R-ed train rested at Rotterdam station.
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deep waters whisper
which more than a few venture
never resurface
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for many a thought have now gone astray
once boisterous clacking keys now grey
letters fade as have these wondrous lines
like shriveled fruit wasted on withered vines
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sitting here staring at that blinkin' cursor
having nothing other than that buzzing
familiar as the chirping of Spring
anticipating the rusting of Fall
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Is it just me in observation

that more and more poems
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wreathe of words sprout upon doorstep bed

beneath a far-looking moon, whisper to ear
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for whom threadbare scraps
are treasures under your table
deserts, ever undulate dunes
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give up shallying, on finding and sharing
what could be thought of as inner beauty
when these hirsute thoughts bristle again
berating what little of self regard remains
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