Frederick Alexander III Kesner Born to Ermelina Palanca Neri and Frederick Rosauro Kesner II in 1967 at the University of Santo Tomas Hospital in España, Manila. Frederick is the eldest of five children. He spent his childhood between San Juan del Monte and Coron, Palawan, attending Aquinas School [San Juan] and later the University of Santo Tomas [Manila]. After a brief career in island missions he taught kindergarten and highschool English. As part of the language faculty at St. Augustine Academy [Coron], he published with his senior English class Into Janus, a collection of selected creative writing exercises throughout that schoolyear, 1991-92.
In 1998 he received a degree in theology at the Asian Seminary of Christian Ministries [ASCM, Makati City]. In the same year he married Jacqueline Maryorick Diaz-Gandolfo in Brisbane, Australia. The couple returned to the seminary to pursue and complete their masters of arts degrees at the Makati City campus of ASCM. From 2000-2005 they worked in youth ministry in the Macarthur region of south-Sydney. They have now returned home to Ipswich [west Brisbane] and are proud parents to their firstborn child, Kayla Jaclyn Kesner.
Frederick Kesner's collected earlier poems are found in two volumes, Waking Up to Self and Eye Soar. He also authored a selection of short poetry and haiku in Tagalog, Sa Pag-Angil ng Uwak. Mr. Kesner has also authored several works of short fiction, unpublished essays, and novels. Several of Frederick's poems have been featured in the Australian literary journal The Curious Record and the Stylus Poetry Journal.
'For All People'
Be kind to the unkind the sun shines on us all seek my face upon yours from this morning onward
Sing the tune of the heart both eyes and ears a pair let hearts and minds compare you then will understand
We all suffer and howl walking with colours shed crying in varied keys so long for coming peace
We push and shove against hurling stones onto bones tired of having to grow through mistakes of knowing
Causes are blinding all be you there to despair each night returns in sleep each day for all to keep
'Your Holy Book or Mine?'
So what if I've gone to Scripture maybe just to have a look? So what if it spoke to me so loud with brilliant flashes of cutting blades? So what if all my thoughts are laid bare stripped of any guile or disguise?
We all are pilgrims in this journey, We all seek for what we know We do not have yet could not name; We all of us are on a quest toward What we know eternity must hold....
So what if in my searching I find whims and wandering thoughts reigned within the cosmic finiteness of this mind? Then there must have been some use undusting and poring through that Tome.
'From Swords to Plowshares'
A field of crop once was a battlefield [red] now feeds a remnant -
They that survived the young that gave up their lives so that this plot of land
Might remain in this nation to fly its flag and export its blood-bought grain.