Poems begining by S
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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.
So Let Us Dare
© Ivan Donn Carswell
How do we discover an antidote to each other,
a faculty to commune in spiteful space?
Our bleeding hearts and noxious farts
tie us in a hopeless chase to free this place
Simple pleasures that you bring
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Do you mind if I write a few lines for you tonight?
Im fuelled for sure, perhaps a bit ebullient,
(now theres a rhyme that will be hard to find
a word to suit!) Ill try, but time will surely take
Silvered In The Dying Light
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Silvered in the dying light she lies
a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve
who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh
beneath her oiled and shimmering skin.
Shirley of Serendipity
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Where were you Shirley of the Sanguine Lake?
Where did you disappear? The echoes of your empty house
Were almost stilled yet held to soar the scheming rough
And quaver in a hollow fear. We raked the mirrored water's edge
Share of obligation
© Ivan Donn Carswell
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
Seven suits
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Seven tailored suits, matching shoes and socks,
a brace of muted ties with subtle breast pocket
handkerchiefs descried, you wouldnt credit how
badly they governed you in days gone by.
Sends the wrong message
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Whats in a song John (or is it Knuckles), whats
in a song about an unemployed, suicidal bum, caught
in the act of sheep theft which defines the Australian
psyche? Ill bet you dont know but whatever it is
Sonnet 53: "What is your substance, whereof are you made..."
© William Shakespeare
What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
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!
Scum Of The Earth
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
There was a group called called Scum of the Earth
And they say they got their birth
In a basement bar on Greek Street down in Soho
The bass man he smoked grass and the drummer he kicked ass
Sonnet 82: "I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,..."
© William Shakespeare
I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,
And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook
Smoke
© Henry David Thoreau
Light-winged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Song. "Low hung the dark clouds"
© Amelia Opie
LOW hung the dark clouds on Plinlimmon's tall peak,
And slowly, yet surely, the winter drew near;
When Ellen, sweet Ellen, a tear on her cheek,
Exclaimed as we parted, "In May I'll be here."
Stoves and sunshine
© Eugene Field
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea-
The land of stoves and sunshine is good enough for me!
I've done the grand for fourteen months in every foreign clime,
And I've learned a heap of learning, but I've shivered all the time;
And the biggest bit of wisdom I've acquired-as I can see-
Is that which teaches that this land's the land of lands for me.
Settling
© Denise Levertov
I was welcomed hereclear gold
of late summer, of opening autumn,
the dawn eagle sunning himself on the highest tree,
the mountain revealing herself unclouded, her snow
Song XII. - O'er desert plains, and rushy meres
© William Shenstone
O'er desert plains, and rushy meres,
And wither'd heaths I rove;
Where tree, nor spire, nor cot, appears,
I pass to meet my love.
Sojourns in the Parallel World
© Denise Levertov
We live our lives of human passions,
cruelties, dreams, concepts,
crimes and the exercise of virtue
in and beside a world devoid
