Poems by Ivan Donn Carswell
The same embrace
... our roots, or maybe you can ferret out your skirts and suits, discard ...
The Waipakihi
... of commerce and its groan along the Desert Road ...
Thinking of an Afterlife
... our fate is soon and we shall wilt into the afterlife ...
This House Which Is Lived In
... hung or flung in wide, comforting curves revealing ...
This Window is
... to feelings, good feelings and bad, ...
Thought it was America
... He blames the Chinese for the hike, says their growth was all it ...
Tickets to the game
... the War, wouldnt fight or was opposed to use of lethal force, ...
Time to play
... whatever delights are imagined, to follow the whim of the wind ...
To Henrietta Lyn
... as gentle as the calming breeze you blew into our tepid, troubled lives ...
To keep the ambience alive
... I hadnt spoiled the atmosphere you cherish in your quest ...
To let them die peace
... Piled upon a shattered beach the living dead had listened ...
To risk your Liberty
... He has said we should agree to Spooks calling the shots on who ...
To win a game
... actors playing parts and reading scripts with human traits, protagonists, ...
Today
... The tiles are laid, the tiles were never but, the problem is a dearth of wine ...
Tools for life
... affliction of the blessed, sign of the righteously ...
