Car poems
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Just wasnt right
© Ivan Donn Carswell
You lift the lid in awe, a seat and lid
upon an inside stall where you can go,
quite unlike the outside loo at home,
but oh the smell, the hellish smell
Joys of the chase
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Colours fade into nameless shades of grey
and where the tonsure of bas-relief crudely
stands effete, semantic symbolism degrades
into meaninglessness. The artefacts of an old
Jessie of Gibraltar
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Our lives were founded on this rock, this Jessie of Gibraltar
Whose unfailing love endured beyond her ample nursing,
And we grew out of a rich and favoured childhood aware
Her powers were real (we tested them enough to know their soundness) into
Jacks Legacy
© Ivan Donn Carswell
The critic gushed and said, Just like Jack,
so raw, I never thought to see another writer just
like Kerouac! Kerouac, who the fuck is he? A writer?
Christ, thats a laugh, compare me to a writer!
Limitations
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
EF you's only got de powah fe' to blow a little whistle,
Keep ermong de people wid de whistles.
It was your first outing
© Ivan Donn Carswell
It was your first outing, or more rightly, our first outing
with you. We were as proud as new parents could be,
wheeling our son in the crowded Sunday shopping throng,
glancing down again and again to reassure ourselves, and you,
It seldom snowed Part III
© Ivan Donn Carswell
It seldom snowed they said, and they were nearly right. In all of nine eventful
seasons crystal white on average graced the place just twice a year. A smaller
fall, an over-night preceded heavy snow. And heavy snow remained a week,
blocked drains and closed the Desert Road; but no complaints, our children
It seldom snowed - Part II
© Ivan Donn Carswell
It seldom snowed in Camp they said, on the mountains, yes,
and in the Styx, aka zone six. Thats where we were afoot
in alpine grass, garbed to test our winter skills,
tramp the craggy hills and camp a night or two,
It seldom snowed, they said - Part I
© Ivan Donn Carswell
It seldom snowed, they said, it might get cold but it wont be snow;
well, one should guess the locals know the weather best and I was new,
so when I left the warmth of the limited express and descended onto
a dimly lit, deserted siding I was not impressed to find the ground at
The Sea-Shell
© Virna Sheard
Oh, fairy palace of pink and pearl
Frescoed with filigree silver-white,
Down in the silence beneath the sea
God by Himself must have fashioned thee
Just for His own delight!
It seldom snowed Part IV
© Ivan Donn Carswell
It seldom snowed they said,
perhaps theyre right
although seldom was never
in that endless summer
It is an abhorrent thing
© Ivan Donn Carswell
It is an abhorrent thing, this incarceration of your vulnerability,
profoundly cruel in the way you were beaten
to your knees, blithely unaware it was a battle lost
for your health and wellbeing. It was dreadful to witness
It is a secular world
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Our Indonesian friends again exhibit strains of gross hypocrisy,
its a virus that abounds in the islands of a thousand tongues,
is skipping hosts, mutating at a scary pace, infectious to the
very worst peninsular urbanities. Where do their antisocial
In these quiet moments
© Ivan Donn Carswell
In these quiet moments before the night
softens the mountains of the South
and deflates the clouds
that float beneath their peaks,
In soothing, sweetened words
© Ivan Donn Carswell
No, she said, I never knew it was your first. It doesnt
matter anyway. I always had an inkling that wed find
a way. And then we did. Im glad about it just for that.
Whether it was good or bad, or would have happened
Ill have to change my mind
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Ill have to change my mind on war, I need to take a break
from structured thought; theres more to peace - it dictates
a longer oar to keep the calm than takes to make a little war.
Our history as a people is a theatre of strife and where
If it ever bloody rains
© Ivan Donn Carswell
I never said I would, I only said I could
do what you wished, the subtle difference
should have raised a cautious flag;
maybe I bragged out loud, made it sound
If democratically elected
© Ivan Donn Carswell
What is it with Hezbollah
representing barely 15%
of the Lebanese Parliament
living outside the government
I Mark Your Courage
© Ivan Donn Carswell
I had no profound feelings of shock or surprise
to those matter-of-fact revelations
which spelled the end of this chapter of your life.
It was, as you put it, too late for recriminations,
and the horrendous realities could be no worse
for having faced them.
