Poems by Ivan Donn Carswell
A catchy phrase
... but rare. Whilst getting there was a torrid affair, ...
A Crystalline Awakening
... Awake in a lunatic instant, senses startled, wary, poised to flee, ...
A few kind words
... and poets with a fat, indulgent ego are a nuisance ...
A final journeying
... and where bereaved will gather to declare ...
A monument in words
... and will not place my future faith in such abstruse scatology ...
Absorbed in familiar rhythms
... preserving a cadence of fractured drumbeat ...
Ad Invasions
... Advertisements, theyve trashed the web, ...
Admire their style
... I admire their style without exciting comment ...
After the rain
... to claim the earth the mist surprises, rising ...
Ah, that Murphy girl
... an angel and so sweet, lithe and pretty to a fault, she is ...
Almost taste the flavour
... that thought at least replaced the other evil thoughts I fasted on ...
And The Piper Dreams
... reluctant in his notes entreating flight, resistant to solitary tunes ...
And you will claim
... so its the Grow Or Die Economy, times are hard competing ...
Another barbeque tonight
... to be restored to life, includes relief in sight from crippling drought, ...
Athritic Fingers Have To Last
... can distress an empty stomach used to tea especially in the morning ...
