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 ...
Ivan Donn Carswell Poems (181 Poems)
Your Voices Joined Is All It Takes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
They came in masted wooden ships across an unindentured sea and cast their lot in ocean swells to chance at ...
Gravestone (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
But I am not yet dead and yet I rest my head sweetly on the bare gravestones of great poets, ...
What does it take? (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Is the current rate of global warming a serious and cogent warning? Do we need to think about the fact ...
When I Close My Eyes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
When I close my eyes I cannot reconstruct your face but the three-dimensional solidity or you bursts through the tissues ...
When We Were Young (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
As a child I played in the same frosty fields barefoot as my no lesser loved classmates, whom we challenged ...
Where The Creek Used To Run (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
In ash-fine silt that spread like sand after the flood and before the wild weeds claimed the old stream bed; ...
Worthy Places (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
There were some worthy places where we could escape, avoid the heavy weight of living in a densely peopled space; ...
Uncommon common sense (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The other day I listened to a man on the radio who made uncommon common sense, 'specially since it was ...
Water Babes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We were water babes, born in the arms of a sparkling brook that patiently took us into its heart. At ...
We reflect this day on the essence of intimacy (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We reflect this day on the essence of intimacy, from its origins in the spring-tide of youth to an afterward ...
We, The Living (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
What a weekend (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
What a weekend, it certainly defied all the pundits' trends, the 'World Game' French were trashed by Versace and petulance, ...
Today (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The manic fires flared again today, very much the same irrational urges blazing from the open grate, urgent fervours that ...
Tools for life (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Has life ever dumped you in a heap? Perhaps you've found self belief so strongly reinforcing that doubt never enters ...
Travellers Whom We Met (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Another fork away ahead Exactly like the one behind And twists and turns to leave you dead As choices in ...
Travelling on the thumb (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Travelling on the thumb, it wasn't hard to do, you took the rides that you could get with no regrets ...
Twenty Four Hour Embrace (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Awakening in the twenty four hour embrace of a few moments sleep, where half a lifetime eludes dreams; and feeling ...
To Henrietta Lyn (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We're going to miss you little girl, you leave an aching space way out of all proportion to your size. ...
To keep the ambience alive (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
When you thanked me for the day I felt ashamed, I couldn't say it wasn't much because it was for ...
To let them die peace (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
There wasn't room for sympathy, the epicentre moved too rapidly for that and even when we knew the anger of ...
To risk your Liberty (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Called The Hon 'Lizard Gizzard' with aptness bearing fruit from his septic yellow face to his pinstripe business suit, famous ...
To win a game (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
How do you win a football game? Not by skill alone or clever plays, in modern days the game has ...
Time to play (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It is a pristine page, clean on the blue screen where I compose, I don't expect it to stay that ...
This House Which Is Lived In (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
This house which is lived in resounds with the chorus of voices bound in the press of its generous, unconcealed ...
This Window is (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
This window is confidence, documenting proceedings, capturing moments, cleansing views challenging sentiment. This window is nourishment filling the eyes with ...
Thought it was America (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Is there anything which isn't made in China? The answer is. of course there is, the question was rhetorical, a ...
Tickets to the game (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I asked my Dad about the War when I was very young, he said it happened a long, long time ...
The Price Of Parting (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Will they be there for you when you die? Will they hold your hands and cry until you've breathed your ...
The Reason Why I’m Fat (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
I thought my father was far too fat - eagerly I told him so, if he was offended it didn't ...