Frederick Kesner

Bronze Star - 2,075 Points (28 August / St. Thomas University Hospital)

Cry Petey, I See Bards Rounding The Bend - Poem by Frederick Kesner

Cry we all toward places unnamed
Rise above the crested hills

Yell we will - shattering door frames
Plundering thoughts of plovered wills

Tear at the wallpaper - reveal the grain
Ink the slate - etched by wound-dipped quills

Crouch, prowl - ready to pounce on game
Brandishing swords, blaring trumpets shrill

Arching backs, phosphorescent wicks aflame
Ridding netted fish of scales and smelly gills

Driving forward, driven onward - scourging rain

Comments about Cry Petey, I See Bards Rounding The Bend by Frederick Kesner

  • Kushal Poddar (11/20/2008 8:44:00 AM)

    The images and the soft tone in which they are painted shall remain in heart, embeded. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/16/2006 5:22:00 AM)

    a great poem from a veteran poet
    me like........
    ....a lot
    'scourging rain'.........whoa!
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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 15, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, July 26, 2010

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