All Poems
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This Window is
© Ivan Donn Carswell
This window is confidence,
documenting proceedings,
capturing moments,
cleansing views
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part II.
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
O, Love builds on the azure sea,
And Love builds on the golden sand;
And Love builds on the rose-wing'd cloud,
And sometimes Love builds on the land.
This House Which Is Lived In
© Ivan Donn Carswell
This house which is lived in resounds
with the chorus of voices bound in the press
of its generous, unconcealed blessings;
affection is neither distressed nor restrained,
On the Bill Which Was Passed in England For Regulating the Slave-Trade
© Helen Maria Williams
The hollow winds of night no more
In wild, unequal cadence pour,
Thinking of an Afterlife
© Ivan Donn Carswell
When was the beginning,
in the fertilising, in the flower,
or was it deeper,
in the earth beneath?
The Cup of Life
© Archibald Lampman
One after one the high emotions fade;
Time's wheeling measure empties and refills
Year after year; we seek no more the hills
That lured our youth divine and unafraid,
The Waipakihi
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Access Road Fifteen they named it
this anonymous road to the Waipakihi
where its brawling water becomes Tongariro.
A moments journey across a horizon
anchored in haze-ridden Taupomoana
distanced, but jewelled in my thoughts.
The same embrace
© Ivan Donn Carswell
We talked with family last night, not mine or yours
specifically but ours, the ones we love familiarly. When
little Jake (though not so little now) was heard to say ,
Goodbye, I gotta go, it was like our hearts were breaking;
"Young England--What Is Then Become Of Old"
© William Wordsworth
YOUNG ENGLAND--what is then become of Old
Of dear Old England? Think they she is dead,
The Reason Why Im Fat
© Ivan Donn Carswell
I thought my father was far too fat eagerly I told him so,
if he was offended it didnt show and I dont recall
where that strange conversation went. Now I know
he was offended as I am too, it is not a jibe to
The Price Of Parting
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Will they be there for you when you die?
Will they hold your hands and cry until youve breathed
your last? Is it too much to ask? While love is free
in tearful task the price of parting wears
Dreams
© Peter McArthur
IF every thought shall weigh in the award,
And every dream as if fulfilled shall stand,
The Price of Fame
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Do I really love you? So let me guess, youll think Im easy prey
if I say, okay I do but it wont get in the way of my impending fame;
I will be famous, be assured of that, and please to keep it hidden in
your fancy beggars hat. Be it fame or notoriety, Ill need to parley that,
Ode To Tranquillity
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Tranquillity! thou better name
Than all the family of Fame!
Thou ne'er wilt leave my riper age
To low intrigue, or factious rage;
The power of the Lake
© Ivan Donn Carswell
The power of the Lake lingers still
so many years beyond its fascination
ending; it was there in the beginning,
an unveiling of towering sensitivities,
Italy : 35. Caius Cestius
© Samuel Rogers
When I am inclined to be serious, I love to wander up
and down before the tomb of Caius Cestius. The
Protestant burial-ground is there; and most of the little
monuments are erected to the young ; young men of
The perfect cup
© Ivan Donn Carswell
We were born of tea, our mum could drink fourteen
cups a day, an awesome feat to try to rationalise,
beyond belief unless you knew where we had one
she would have two. The perfect cup, she said,
The Wedded Lover
© Christopher Morley
They said by now the path would be more steep,
the sunsets paler and less mild the air;
Rightly we heeded not; it was not true.
We will not tell the secret-let it keep.
I know not how I thought those days so fair
These being so much fairer, spent with you
