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If the debate rages in the pages of the news today
then Im confused, Ive searched and found no evidence.
Perhaps the anger of some residents about a Catholic school
thats due to close because its roll has fallen lower

Flower-De-Luce: Hawthorne

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

How beautiful it was, that one bright day
In the long week of rain!
Though all its splendor could not chase away
The omnipresent pain.

Pedestrian ambitions

© Ivan Donn Carswell

My thoughts are like the boots randomly arrayed
in the rack outside the window, some in pairs neatly
stacked, comfortably worn with a relaxed air of
confidence, some scattered in patterns of bizarre

Partisanship and politics

© Ivan Donn Carswell

Were I not a patriot, which of course I am, I would explain
just how the term remains a sticking point within my craw,
how it contains a core of prudish mockery, dissembles jingoistic
claims. But I am and not ashamed. I love the land, the people

Paper towel

© Ivan Donn Carswell

She wrapped a paper towel around his softened cock
in what he thought was quaint affection, that was new,
an after-thought perhaps, refined appreciation?
She had never talked a lot in bed just let her actions

Mornings Reflections

© Ivan Donn Carswell

Were meetings predestined then ours was intended,
great oracles decreed it as fate, and the auguries chattered
with sweet benefactors and fêted to chance with a face.
We were then both separate and free in our choosing

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

Bannerman of the Dandenong

© Alice Werner

I rode through the Bush in the burning noon,
Over the hills to my bride, -
The track was rough and the way was long,
And Bannerman of the Dandenong,
He rode along by my side.

Prince Yousuf And The Alcayde

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

A Moorish Ballad
IN Grenada reigned Mohammed,
Sixth who bore the name was he;
But the rightful king, Prince Yousuf,

Gimme n F

© Ivan Donn Carswell

Gimme n F the spruiker cried,
gimme a U and crowd near died,
they knew before he came
to, Whatzat spell? Whatzat spell?

The Swiss Alps

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

YESTERDAY brown was still thy head, as the locks of my loved one,

Whose sweet image so dear silently beckons afar.

Forever Alight

© Ivan Donn Carswell

Were meetings destined then this was one
to take a leading place, the oracle decreed it fate
in a matrix of moving matter, and the signs all clattered with
chance fêted as a sweet benefactor. When we were separate

The Exposed Nest

© Robert Frost

You were forever finding some new play.

So when I saw you down on hands and knees

Dead poet

© Ivan Donn Carswell

Im sure it would be easier to survive as a dead poet,
I mean it in the surmise that I wont be tempted
to revise or rewrite the poem I wrote last night, or the
poems I wrote last week (which make me cringe when I

Faustus And Helen

HELEN
Have I slept long? You waken me from sleep.
I have forgotten something: what is it?

The Reply Of The Fountain

HOW deep within each human heart,
A thousand treasured feelings lie;
Things precious, delicate, apart,
Too sensitive for human eye.

And you will claim

And you will claim we need more births to keep
our population mix in check while natures truths
suggest there are too many of us yet?
And you will make the claim with good intent,