Life poems

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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?

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A Mother’s Birthday

© Henry Van Dyke

Lord Jesus, Thou hast known

  A mother's love and tender care:

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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,

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The Reason Why I’m Fat

© Ivan Donn Carswell

I thought my father was far too fat – eagerly I told him so,
if he was offended it didn’t show and I don’t recall
where that strange conversation went. Now I know
he was offended – as I am too, it is not a jibe to

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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,

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Gray Weather

© Robinson Jeffers

It is true that, older than man and ages to outlast him, the Pacific surf

Still cheerfully pounds the worn granite drum;

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The best days of my life

© Ivan Donn Carswell

What is it about Bryan Adams and his song
‘Summer of 69’? Why do the lyrics linger? Was it
90° in the shade and the harbinger of the end
of the golden weather, or the impending closure

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One of the Bo'sun's Yarns

© John Masefield


Loafin' around in Sailor Town, a-bluin' o' my advance,
I met a derelict donkyman who led me a merry dance,
Till he landed me 'n blanched me fair in the bar of a rum-saloon,
'N' there he spun me a juice of a yarn to this-yer brand of tune.

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Lines

© Frances Anne Kemble

IN ANSWER TO A QUESTION.


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Denner's Old Woman

© William Cowper

In this mimic form of a matron in years,

How plainly the pencil of Denner appears!

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Something to shout about

© Ivan Donn Carswell

Captain AJ Shout, VC, MC, MID (& bar), who died at Gallipoli
of wounds and was posthumously awarded the VC,
a rare and prestigious award for most conspicuous bravery,
could say, even in dying, it was something to shout about.

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To The Gad-Fly

© George Moses Horton

Majestic insect! from thy royal hum,
  The flies retreat, or starve before they'll come;
  The obedient plough-horse may, devoid of fear,
  Perform his task with joy, when thou art near.

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General Joubert

© Rudyard Kipling

With those that bred, with those that loosed the strife,
He had no part whose hands were clear of gain;
But subtle, strong, and stubborn, gave his life
To a lost cause, and knew the gift was vain.

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To Roosevelt {2}

© Rubén Dario

It is with the voice of the Bible, or the verse of Walt Whitman,
that I should come to you, Hunter,
primitive and modern, simple and complicated,
with something of Washington and more of Nimrod.

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Ready to step into life

© Ivan Donn Carswell

This morning, coffee in hand, standing at the kitchen
window thinking of things that need to be done
I contemplated the post with a lean at the front gate
which I should right one day – and wondered why;

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Rangipo Desert

© Ivan Donn Carswell

Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron
of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup
between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak,
sulphurous, sibilant among purer daughters

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Desires that you can only tame to know

© Ivan Donn Carswell

"Zipless sex" one cynic called
this festival of fornication,
this celebration of new-found sexual strength
and urbane honesty, of sex for sex as sex alone

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The Quangle Wangle's Hat

© Edward Lear

  On the top of the Crumpetty Tree

  The Quangle Wangle sat,

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Out of ideas…

© Ivan Donn Carswell

If I don’t write something good tonight I will sleep
without the comforting Canopus of deep believers,
if I sleep at all, and this light which ignites
my enormous poetic conceit and guides my muse

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Suspiria

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Take them, O Death! and bear away
  Whatever thou canst call thine own!
Thine image, stamped upon this clay,
  Doth give thee that, but that alone!