Persona Non Grata

once
sometime
long time ago
when the world was younger
none of this was a bother
when the heart was fonder
ancient lore
sometime
once

poem by Frederick Kesner
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Ey

What left is there to say
Please linger on to stay?
Clear in the dark of day
Proof of a heart's dismay
Truth no soul can display

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poem by Frederick Kesner
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Can you hear the sandman....

on his trapeze swinging
taking flight in moonlight

winging

journey set, pulse dreaming
sandman with gentle fingers

caressing....

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poem by Frederick Kesner
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Ashleigh Rising

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.

poem by Frederick Kesner
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Poetry Postulate M-R-T

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Everything is a metaphor
everything a clue;
where one and one isn't always two.
Nothing is ever disconnected
each individual reality is true.

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Bekkevoort,1995

`

as a child once to a favoured toy
countless hours of pristine joy
but specifications of 'growed up' ploy
memories of past pleasures now destroy

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poem by Frederick Kesner
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The Rainbow Bridge

somewhere
in the sky
on a moist day
you may spy
a rainbow
hanging high

let that always
remind you
one shining
moment true
friendship's
promise renew

`

poem by Frederick Kesner
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Wait

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I wait.
The waiting room is bare.
The window blinds are shut
and the door opens only in one direction.
Remember to leave it ajar
when you return.
I wait.

`

poem by Frederick Kesner
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Crocus Buds

crocus buds burst forth
peep and poke through dunes of white
winter bows to spring

when the sun begins to shine again
life's vital truths made clear at road's end

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Men Don't Dance

Any boy can dance
even for girls harbouring
ill jested kabuki livery

men never opt pretty
quintessent revelry
spending time under vague

worldly xanadic yearning zeugma.

poem by Frederick Kesner
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