Your noble reign (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The man whose term we would remember as our longest, constant serving Head of State, besides the late Sir Robert ...
The man whose term we would remember as our longest, constant serving Head of State, besides the late Sir Robert ...
The other day I listened to a man on the radio who made uncommon common sense, 'specially since it was ...
It is amazing, while I lay in bed, I had the lines roaring through my head like locusts on the ...
My beloved called to me to come and see Steve's tears, he was crying on TV; Steve Irwin, The Crocodile ...
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
This morning, coffee in hand, standing at the kitchen window thinking of things that need to be done I contemplated ...
I was saddened just to hear the bitter rancour in his voice, a sour hostility aloof of commonsense, and ranks ...
Were I not a patriot, which of course I am, I would explain just how the term remains a sticking ...
I was schooled well before he died, able at least to feel what others felt when their fathers were deceased. ...
Enduring an inguinal hernia repair can drive you to despair, it is a monumental nonsense; in my defence I hadn't ...
The critic gushed and said, "Just like Jack, so raw, I never thought to see another writer just like Kerouac!" ...
I had no profound feelings of shock or surprise to those matter-of-fact revelations which spelled the end of this chapter ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
Every time I laugh aloud, who springs to mind but Johnnie Howard? Cathartic laughter eases stress which Johnnie causes in ...
Let them declare Jihad then, let them despair that I will speak the truth as I see it, and where ...
Growing up, I propose, is like wearing a dead man's clothes. Death has a way of levelling the ground. I ...
Night's grating of steel on stone and splash of water crashing from the buckets brings back that moment in a ...
It was a fat-tyred 4WD utility hard back, the sort of ute you'd expect a contractor to drive, except it ...
Steve is gone, I hardly can believe the man wont cry again, I cannot credit that his energy wont bloom ...
And so I had a glaring revelation, I couldn't find the poet in the man although I read his life ...
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