keeping a day ahead when
space occupied by those
preceding still reeks of
waste is deemed vagrancy
...
you caught me in-between
those things I didn’t start
and the few that
simply got away
...
the simple account
– love ran out
no-longer sustained by
medieval bracelets charmed
...
Yesterday’s dust storm dashed
unrealistic pretension about
Nature’s propriety – there’s
nothing better expressed than
...
a way to piss
yourself off thoroughly
and guarantee morbidity
is by trying to please
...
Bob’s view was we couldn’t run
away, rain didn’t demand unilateral
surrender; we were men-at-arms
used at least to deprivation and
...
even sacred space has room that's
not invasion proof - there's liberal
confirmation raids incurring greater
anguish now occur most every day;
...
Who stole your scented memories
pot-pourri’s of your youth with
vacant promises – a charlatan
a superficial swain with wisdom
...
might have been a consequence of
three strong coffees or the splendid
isolation but woe is me, did I forget
which was our National Day?
...
letting moments like this slip
regales a dream’s allure
insubstantial drifts of form are
sure as melody to inner ear
...
Let’s call you Frank,
Josaia Voreqe is a bit too,
putting it mildly, Fijian
...
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 -
...
LNP shenanigans delight the native
crowd again – but geeze, Wilson
Tuckey quoted in the same shrewd
sentence as His Royal Shyness,
...
survival questions
candour in what once you
held as dear – dumbed
mementos jousting displaced
...
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
...
Brazil nuts and
home brewed beer
an alliterative feast
for the aesthete; too
...
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
...
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 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
...
been searching for
an absolute pose
where pain disappears
and sleep’s sweet
...
...If I said I wrote poetry for a reason I’d have to defend my reasoning every day. So I don’t. I write for fun – and if it isn’t fun it’s better than being bored or feeling useless. I admit to feeling bored and useless occasionally. But there is more to Poetry than one man’s opinion of it. . There are many views – no less especially here. Most, sadly, are neither original nor particularly new because that is what we’ve come to expect as an unforgiving characteristic of this Site. . But occasionally there are gems to be found, wicked nuggets of gold garnered from sparsest sands. I’m tossing in what I can. If you’ve encountered something of mine you consider worthy, congratulations. Toss me a line. I’ll understand! . My arbitrary decision to limit poems posted here to 100 will stand as long as Poemhunter continues its childishly innocuous and anonymous censorship practises. I have seen no sign of it improving yet. If you're bored, Try reading: - . . . http: //modernpoet.proboards98.com/index.cgi? . http: //famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/ivan_donn_carswell . http: //ivan_donn_carswell.poetrycraze.com/ . http: //www.igorevich.blogspot.com/ - 'Poetry from the Orchard'..)
Breathe Again
keeping a day ahead when
space occupied by those
preceding still reeks of
waste is deemed vagrancy
and planning non-events
because your life depends on
it does not explain why no
demand exists in any case
living in expectancy of a
life-changing phone-call
doesn’t bring order to the
chaos surrounding you, so
unleash suspense, be an
angel freed of tyranny
leave the mess, hide the
phone, breathe again
© 25 January 2010, I. D. Carswell
I have found a new teacher... sure I might wag some days... but be it pet or trouble... when I turn up to class 'I put my hand up....... [careful too many law suits appearing around school discipline] and rediscover....
I have only just discovered Ivan's poetry and I love it.
Tara got here first and I have to agree with everything she has to say. This guy is a Poem Hunter stalwart of the first order. Clear thinking and highly intelligent, teasing, funny, provocative, honest, compassionate and passionate where it counts, and a damned fine poet to boot! ! The only problem is that the stuff just pours out of him and it's murder trying to keep up! jim
An absolute rarity among poets - a gem. Expressive, erudite, emotive (often with a quasi-objective slant) . Ivan should be compulsory reading. Well... he is, for some of us! t x
Easily one of the finest poets on this site, Ivan has taught me many things about structure, design and flow. I'm always extremely impressed when I read his work, and recommend his poetry as ESENTIAL reading to anyone who appreciates true talent.