Ivan Donn Carswell Poems

Let’s call you Frank,
Josaia Voreqe is a bit too,
putting it mildly, Fijian
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A Ruddy shame they've shafted
Kev this way - he's always been
a decent man, a nicer bloke you
understand in politics is rarity -
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The bitchin’ never stops does it...!
If it’s not for becoming a Republic or
Remembrance to be preferred over
ANZAC Day its speakers stirring
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Brazil nuts and
home brewed beer
an alliterative feast
for the aesthete; too
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survival questions
candour in what once you
held as dear – dumbed
mementos jousting displaced
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that sense of belonging went West
wrapped in cambric with my dreams
I know I fit into the Land – it can’t
get better than that but there were
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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
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A bare moment's cleanliness warns
of imminent death; no question that
virtue comes at the obtuse end of a
duster wielded deftly - there are no
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been searching for
an absolute pose
where pain disappears
and sleep’s sweet
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Barely concealing emotion and tentative as
if mutely accusing me of complicity she
asked if I had seen her little dog. We’ve
known each other seven years; while she
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