Frederick Kesner
Frederick Kesner Poems
'Why are our lives so pegged
on tests and calibrations....? '
I wondered one day at lab:
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On a hand-hewn pedestal
imagination coalesced;
on milk-white face alight
eyes sparkled with a liquid flame.
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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.
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in my muddle-minded daze
a rustic song rising up
tendrilled smoke drifting southward
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When shall it again rain upon
this parched and thristy land?
Will any come off divining
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stately tall you meekly stand
on your finger the signet band
for my sake you shunned your crown
for my breath your devotion fierce
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I am never without Ludwig
that mess of tangled hair
accompanying me with his
fifth, ninth, and moonlight
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A field of crop
once was a battlefield (red)
now feeds a remnant -
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a grated gate in midnight's light
once fell upon a sorry sight
as rain washed out the scarlet stain
the skies bowed down to hear the pain
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Frederick Kesner Biography
January,2025 ….socially awkward poet, here. Childhood stammerer… intentionally driven to writing rather than speaking. And yes, that's where that vibe is sourced… so your kindness is truly, genuinely appreciated. ~ ~ ~ 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
Kitchen Sink
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my finger traces
a still barely
visible band
on my 4th finger
our ex-anniversary
is now my memory
a constant companion
to might-have-beens
yesterday had so much
prospect and promise
today I face a sink
filled with dirty dishes
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Frederick Kesner Comments
One of the the most talented and original poets I have ever encountered.Check out his work on youtube and be very very impressed
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
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
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.
memory is a child seen and waiting to be heard
Opportunity is seen not found. It is a matter of how we see things and our interpretation of situations arising.
It is best practise to not be forgotten.
In the end of it all there are only two kinds of people, those that do and those that choose not to.
Hope can be us, grown and stronger, on the other side of adversity.
Some thoughts peddle better than others
...each ear is listening to its hearing, so none hear
Karma is not out to get you, it's just a reflection of yourself coming back in tangible form....
To know of another's suffering And to share in that selfsame cup Is a true communion unlike any other
A 'dying' family car can drive a child to grow up or become sad.
The lizard with the shortest tail lives to tell the tale.
Like Vincent we speak to generations after us. As with Van Gogh our voice is caught by generations yet to come.
sometimes out of sadness a new chance at beauty and grace arises
As today yields to the morrow it's hope shall curb our sorrow
For it is a poet's ink that writes upon the bare tablets of each reader's heart!
Looks wrinkle and fade but words and thought inspire forever.
...crazy missed the bus
The King's sovereignty allows our leadership to be harnessed for purposes far greater than ours.
It's easy for everyone else to be wrong when we are in the right.
Familiarity reflects truth or projects and refracts our inner conceptualisation
Betterment steers us away from bitterment
May there always be a spark in the eye of the beholder.
It's amazing how our thoughts in their thinking often keeps on giving and revealing more facets waiting to be mined and treasured.
Pain, even in its minutest form is a potent driver hiding in the shadows of our smile.
To seek beauty is to find oneself.
a sunrise has not failed if we are together
Do we not bleed on billowy scrolls in the breeze?
Memory is a child seen and waiting to be heard
the night, the night; give in to the night
at the uttermost reaches of what's known is a glimpse of what's beyond
So, I see that you can't outrun your shadow; I on the other hand, cannot outfly my thoughts.
you'll suffer anything for it, suffer everything because of it
Anything bright and shiny has its distinct appeal, even polished chrome and stainless steel.
And when it rains it pours a deluge of tears…
Perhaps we can be beamed up like Scotty into our iCloud account…. But that's just another pipe dream.
The thing that this year has over last year is that it hasn't been written yet but remember that last year's tomorrow is always today
With some we connect but once and that once may not be enough, so the onus on us is to connect well.
You are never far away from my thoughts or heart's embrace, we are tethered between life states and alternate existences...
The story of us permeates our worlds and through them we are made known.
Watch your keystrokes, autocorrect is not your friend!
Love is simple but complex, singular in its focus but variegated in its expression… mysterious but the most intuitive understanding of all!
we are mere echoes, shadows of the past
Wherein value lies is where transactions occur
Caged and broken, the soul's surest tandem.
In whatever endeavour it is the waiting that always grates and kills…
Cross disciplinary skills are key since all disciplines are keenly human.
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4/13/2025 7:54:44 AM # 1.0.0
See you are now an Australian poet. Best country in the world. I hate England full of pommies.