The Absent of Present. A Poem by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Editors Note: the following description are comments made by the author about its work, “I thought I would explain the poem, “Absent of Present”. I originally wrote the piece as a simple poem talking about the Holocaust during the 30’s and 40’s. Some people enjoy the piece while others still hide from the truths of what happened to the seven million jewish souls, and millions of peasants, Russian Soldiers, and innocents from all over the globe. I assigned the ‘subject’ of the poem as the soul of a jewish man or woman, asking all, can you find me? etc.”



Has anyone seen me?
I know I used to be here,
perhaps there, somewhere.
I feel so lost, gone like
bones in old dry red clay.
Dust in a strong breeze.
I feel like a cat nine tail,
standing straight and tall
then bent over in marsh winds
waving to all around the lake,
lost fantasies rise skyward.
Depth of a cranky shade
of listless yet excited bliss.
Blessed by the thoughts and
prayers of strangers, love
enhanced by a whisper.
But has anyone seen me?
Elders cry for the children
begging souls return home.
The Keep of life’s clock, turn
that key and spike the pendulum
humming a sonnet in rhyme.
The demons and hunger
invoked sincere repentance
for thieving loaves of bread.
As all distressed lives calmly
inhaled deeply well before the
the ovens inhaled the dead?
Seven million souls waft above.
Feel the chills of those evenings
long forgotten, repent your worst,
tarry along to knit your burial throw
kiss the ring and release the dybbuk;
search through dust in the corner.
Has anyone found me yet?

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, award winning poet and fabulist who is a three time Pushcart Prize nominee and twice for Best of the Net in 2016-2017. His work has been published world-wide in various publication venues. Ken is an Ordained Minister of the Universal Life Church and Member of the Knight’s Templar. He loves writing, thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night and spending time with family, friends and his cats Willa and Yumpy. Ken has two poetry collections, his first “The Cellaring” Poems from a Darkling Side of the Shadowed Mind and his newest release, “A Taint of Pity” Life Poems Written with a Cracked Inflection. He is the Co-Editor of two poetry anthologies, “Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze” and “Dandelion in a Vase of Roses” all available from https://
Non nobis, Domine, non nobis, sed Nomini tuo da gloriam!
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Defiant. A Poem by Ken Allan Dronsfield.


Life’s challenges always squeezing

temperamental vows of enumeration

careless whispers voiced upon a star

blasphemous scripture of the defiant.

Gallant of breadth on a black stallion

brevity and valor born of the cutlass

an exultation within a remembrance

of glorious red roses dead on a vine.

A flickering flame of the iced candle

life within a waxed obtuse blessing

old shoes silent on that coolish night

must tread lightly upon blue stardust.



Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet from Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms! His published work can be found in reviews, journals, magazines and anthologies throughout the web and in print venues. His poetry has been nominated for two Pushcart Prize Awards and the Best of the Net for 2016.
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Tangerine Ecstasy.Poem by Ken Allan Dronsfield

A reddish Sun rises
another day dawns
destiny rides beyond
winged dreams smile.
Whispers of promises
eyes covered in gold
feasting candied souls
a twilight now foreseen.
The harbingers of doom
strolling through time.
Exhaling a dark mist
losing it all to rhyme.
Iced Appletine drinks
an alcohol laden smile;
licking sour lemon drops
or sweet cherry limes.
Blissfully waking yawn
in the castle of fantasy
Patterns of blazing sky
sweet Tangerine Ecstasy.

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Bio: Ken Allan Dronsfield is a Published Poet and Author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He enjoys thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, playing guitar and time with his cats Merlin and Willa. Ouzman Hislop All the Babble of the Souk. Robin Ouzman Hislop All the Babble of the Souk. Robin Ouzman Hislop the Babble of the Souk