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Tempest
A Poem by
Red Brick Keshner
One cannot hate nearly as much as the love of the hated always envelops the hurting, rejecting heart.
The Row
A Poem by
Red Brick Keshner
` There is maybe in each burst of energy, a product of fanaticism filling the air or the cities when the limbs of trees hail the soldier..
too much for an ending year
A Poem by
Red Brick Keshner
` There should be a vibrant atmosphere at the close of this tremendous year. Who'd have imagined it would bring crowds from near and fa..
wind chimes
A Poem by
Red Brick Keshner
` small sounds twinkle in the ear a velvet touch of invisible fingers quietly mingle on a weathered cheek with sullen humid arvo sweat ..
One "too young" to write a poem
A Poem by
Red Brick Keshner
` Candid words are all you need. A wine bibber's carafe rainbow colours clarify; astute ears ratify - satisfied yawning suspicion: inwar..
Voice
A Poem by
Red Brick Keshner
` leaves rustle in a dance the wind, their live band birds, their vocal ensemble but your voice remains still not a sound to be heard leav..
Chatterton's Redress
A Poem by
Red Brick Keshner
(November 20, 1752 � August 24, 1770) fallen English poet
Just Once
A Poem by
Red Brick Keshner
` Wake up talk back don't tell me what I lack, save up turn back bring along that fav'rite song don't tell me I've no social conscien..
Jacobin Paranoia
A Poem by
Red Brick Keshner
` warmth envelops dissolving the bustle and noise liquid stillness offers but a momentary tranquil once upon a time it is so easy to dr..
Come, right with me this poem
A Poem by
Red Brick Keshner
under six feet freshly fallen snow washes into splintered song severed thought drifts afar off into forever old souvenirs now cold wri..
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