A Writer's Quest
My quest for the 'extended metaphor' is flowing
into the daily beat of my typical day.
Something of my day is breathing out meaning and song -
expressing and teaching me with whispers that can blare so loudly
that their silence flashes blindingly with a brilliance that shadows
the darkness and illumines the gentle curves of Truth.
My quest takes me on a journey where I can no longer lay back and watch the rising and setting of the sun, the moon, and yes, even the stars that crown a head filled with dreams and thoughts in that sable field that is beyond and within us....
Something of this day shall imprint itself in my soul and yell out invectives.... grabbing my shoulders and throttling my awareness.
My quest requires that I take on my gear and trek the unknown twists and turns, the unchartered horizons, and risk the possible heartache....
it compels me to be the sun, the moon, and yes, even the stars - traversing the vast expanse of universal experience....
Something in this day shall filter into my nights nagging and wailing, crooning and serenading - lifting my spirits with its rise and ebb.... and as I float on midnight blues and obsidian hues, I sense one thought forming:
My quest is yours, and the universality of human experience shall meld our separate yet mirrored conditions into a unified expression of what we vainly and clumsily perceive and call 'love'.
poem by Frederick Kesner
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Shot at Dawn
This poem does not condone desertion
nor is it a proponent of summary execution
or the use of capital punishment as a deterrent.
The citizen army of August 1914
saw in its time 8Million signed up
resulting in 750,000 dead
of this 300/3000 executed.
This is the tale of just one life.
Shot at Dawn
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A Feather Called Macaroni
This is about 'living life to the max; ' a smidgen of humour is required to get full enjoyment of this poem. Cheers!
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Live life to the max, it's a good way to be -
methinks the first mac I may have ever encountered
is a popular fellow to kiddies, called Old Macdonald
who had a rather lively and musical farm
now follows a yummy collection of food
from baked mac to mac & cheese
mccormick spices, and a complete
range of products from mcdonalds'
golden arches: big macs to mcflurries
mchappy meals to mcnuggets
of course there was also mother's
freshly baked coconut macaroons
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