Invoking Rain

When shall it again rain upon
this parched and thristy land?

Will any come off divining
while our heart lay pining?

Shall we again glimpse
that crystal crown upon our king?

Come forth from yon chambers
we beseech thee our liege.

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poem by Frederick Kesner
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Crossdressed Wolves

as it is with tares
that freely tower
shoulder to shoulder
with the crop of wheat
so lurks wickedness
seen but unrecognised
cloaked in the shimmer
of genial ambient light
in the midst of our days
quite the spoiler to
any utopian dream

`

poem by Frederick Kesner
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Market Day

`

squashed cabbage leaves,
crushed petals, broken stems
strewn along grey slush

wind whisks cobbled street,
gravel crunches under
hooves and booted feet

rain-drooped marquees
whisper freshest gossip;
clock tower tolls on the hour

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April Fool's

shall you consider
with a glance
what ails this
wracked chest
to whisper?

may you come here
on a chance,
outside painted-
over grills
to open:

encrusted gates
await firm hands.
therein, opulent
niceties are mute,
minute breaths, plenty.

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The Writer's Pen

`

I am the kind that waits
the wait without reply.

Catch me each time I fall
for far off do I fly.

Allow me to go adrift
and embrace my return-

your pen, my oracle;
so that in your breath and

in your sighs capture all
life's little miracles.

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Symphonatas

I am never without Ludwig
that mess of tangled hair
accompanying me with his
fifth, ninth, and moonlight
o but he moves me still
stereo muted, no longer
blaring at my need to hear
thousands of times before
now lilts indelibly sealed
in my unplugged ears

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Midway to Nowhere

`

'I was born half alive, the other half partly insane.'
she dribbles inaudibly, grinning coquettishly;

and between there is no apology.

Even the deaf can fathom underhanded effrontery.
She however, will not brandish fangs without syrup.

`

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The Tempest

my eye
is caught by a photograph

my ear
records a voiceless cry

whispering brilliant streaks
tiny hairs all quivering on
my skin

raindrops pelting
crystal teeth glaring
tearing away

my tongue
forms a quiet reply

my nose
wiggling at a brooding sky

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Seasonal Random

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faceless number
screen flicker
thermal print out
fades in summer

walk the line
find some time
primal scream
stuccoed spring

mudprint carpet
trigger finger
curdled milk
forgotten winter

stadium heckler
prison clatter

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Chatterton's Redress

(November 20,1752 – August 24,1770) fallen English poet

`

We walk along magenta paths-
cool seeps into waning light,
bunches peer, ripe for the pick:
funny how they're sour to the lip;
beyond the copse in another's
field, silken amber honey flows.

`

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