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Olney Hymn 66: I Will Praise The Lord At All Times

© William Cowper

Winter has a joy for me,
While the Saviour's charms I read,
Lowly, meek, from blemish free,
In the snowdrop's pensive head.

Travellers Whom We Met

© Ivan Donn Carswell

Another fork away ahead
Exactly like the one behind
And twists and turns to leave you dead
As choices in your mind.

Tools for life

© Ivan Donn Carswell

Has life ever dumped you in a heap?
Perhaps youve found self belief so strongly
reinforcing that doubt never enters it,
nor divorces you from your own reality.

Table Song

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

O'ER me-how I cannot say,-

Heav'nly rapture's growing.

The manic fires flared again today, very much the same irrational urges
blazing from the open grate, urgent fervours that belittle and berate,
ardours that depict a gross mistake and derisively debate
hereditary intelligence. While surely lacking relevance,

"Tis An Old Tale And Often Told"

© Frances Anne Kemble

Are they indeed the bitterest tears we shed

Those we let fall over the silent dead?

To win a game

© Ivan Donn Carswell

How do you win a football game? Not by skill alone or clever plays,
in modern days the game has changed and subterfuge and actors
ways will pave the path to glory. Fitness pays a fair reward to keep
a fleetness in the feet, a clearness in the head, and special food

To risk your Liberty

© Ivan Donn Carswell

Called The Hon Lizard Gizzard with aptness bearing fruit
from his septic yellow face to his pinstripe business suit,
famous for avowals starting, Government Approved,
and in relation to delivered deadpan monotone, eyes
a distant, washed-out hue quartered in a trance.

To A Sea-Gull

© Arthur Symons

Bird of the fierce delight,
Brother of foam as white
And winged as foam is,
Wheeling again from flight
To some unfooted height
Where your blithe home is;

To let them die peace

© Ivan Donn Carswell

There wasnt room for sympathy,
the epicentre moved too rapidly for that
and even when we knew the anger
of the dispossessed the storm had passed.

To keep the ambience alive

© Ivan Donn Carswell

When you thanked me for the day I felt ashamed,
I couldnt say it wasnt much because it was for you,
I had enjoyed it too although it was another day
like any other day weve had before in our association.

Spanish Dancer

© Rainer Maria Rilke

As in one's hand a lighted match blinds you before
it comes aflame and sends out brilliant flickering
tongues to every side - so, within the ring of the
spectators, her dance begins in hasty, heated rhythms
and spreads itself darting flames around.

To Henrietta Lyn

© Ivan Donn Carswell

We're going to miss you little girl, you leave an aching space
way out of all proportion to your size. Tomorrow we must face the day
without your lavish greeting - without your urgent bark to wake us up
and say, "Let me out of here, the sun is up, I want to play."

Nemesis

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

WHEN through the nations stalks contagion wild,

We from them cautiously should steal away.

Time to play

It is a pristine page, clean on the blue screen
where I compose, I dont expect it to stay that way
as words glow from blunt, abused fingers, as insistent
sounds in my head translate into sentence structures,

Epigram V.

© John Byrom

Prayer and thanksgiving is the vital breath
That keeps the spirit of a man from death;
For pray'r attracts into the living soul
The life, that fills the universal whole.

Tickets to the game

I asked my Dad about the War when I was very young,
he said it happened a long, long time ago
and a long, long way away, he seemed a little vague
on the subject so I relented, I thought he hadnt attended.

Scherzo

© Charles Cros

Sourires, fleurs, baisers, essences,
Après de si fades ennuis,
Après de si ternes absences,
Parfumez le vent de mes nuits!

Thought it was America

Is there anything which isnt made in China?
The answer is of course there is, the question
was rhetorical, a crude attempt to palliate
Chinas late renaissance; eighty years ago youd say
that nothing was or nothing much that
mattered was, and still been wrong.