Farrago

By Macarius Keysar

Farrago is a medley of poems. This collection speaks to the reader that the human condition includes occurrences of injustice, rudeness, cruelty, tragic events and perhaps worse of all – loneliness.
This collection serves as a reminder that some situations in life can lead to hopelessness and even a dark death. The search for heroes, the yearning for justice and the reliability of our enormous steadfast universe can help ease the fear of the eventual physical death we all will face.
With the cosmic truth of faith, hope and love being eternal, one should sojourn circumspectly, with cautious boldness, through all the days of our lives on this earthly plane having a fervent expectation of a joyous life without end. By doing so we will find ourselves rich in kindness towards others and enjoying the resulting peace that transcends our understanding.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Archway Publishing
• Release date: Jan 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9781665715522

Macarius Keysar

Descending from 17th century New Hampshire settlers Macarius Keysar lives in a cave in the mountains of his ancestral home. Generational influences, green forests, rivers, brooks, ponds, and windblown starlite cold winters, as well as a transcendental appreciation of the beauty in all of nature, he is compelled to express his observations of the hurtful impacts of avarice, cruelty, rudeness, and blind ignorance by self-centered individuals. Encouraged by hope and inspired by faith, Keysar is a poet/mystic, influenced by ancient writings, Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Robert Frost. He is a Seer, able to delve deeply into the mysteries of the cosmos. He is a Sayer who expresses the mysterious to the reader in both common and mystical settings. In over seventy years Keysar seldom ventures far from his home as he declares, “…life at this 45th parallel vantagepoint affords me with a window to the universe and nature that I dare not miss a moment of.”

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Buzzards Bay

I believe I shall become like a buzzard. I would not be needed or wanted, envied or hated, welcomed or cast out. I would not be concerned about my appearance. I would be far from peril, and others would leave me alone. But most importantly, I would be able to fly, and I could eat anything I wanted in blissful solitude.

Long, slow, and stealthy, streaming on Buzzards Bay,

Oil Tank Barge Bouchard 120 glides without a care.

Challenging the reef, she is sliced,

oozing her poison into water’s life there.

Wreaking havoc while she spills her guts,

Barneys Joy Beach all awash

with venom that did kill the lonesome birds

daily doing their morbid