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The Three Singers To Young Blood

© George Meredith

Carols nature, counsel men.
Different notes as rook from wren
Hear we when our steps begin,
And the choice is cast within,
Where a robber raven's tale
Urges passion's nightingale.

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,

Terra nullis ignorata

© Ivan Donn Carswell

We came to find the place contained
in legendary tracts, the hidden land
of fulsome wealth that we had sorely lacked,
an empty land of winsome dreams.

I asked my fellow listeners what they thought
about his claims that malfeasance was soured
within this state by parliamentary representatives
but not, of course, those members seated where
he sat in opposition. His disposition was to blame
the government as if he wasnt part of it.

To-- : From The French

© George Gordon Byron

Must thou go, my glorious Chief,

Sever'd from thy faithful few?

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,

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.

The Nativity

© William Cowper

Upon my meanness, poverty, and guilt,
The trophy of thy glory shall be built;
My selfdisdain shall be the unshaken base,
And my deformity its fairest grace;
For destitute of good, and rich in ill,
Must be my state and my description still.

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,

Good neighbours

© Ivan Donn Carswell

To my shame Ive been mending fences again
a quaint habit I inherited from my father;
he would rather fix a fence than parley
repair, and that it is where our views diverged.

The Riding Of The Rebel

© William Henry Ogilvie

And the boys were dumb with wonder, and sat, and the Red Creek overseer
Was first to drop from the stockyard fence and give him a hearty cheer.
He raised his hat in answer and --- the golden hair floated free!
And the blue eyes lit with laughter as she shouted merrily:
"You can reach me down my bridle, give my girths and saddle back,
For the outlaw of Glenidol is a broken lady's hack!"

Cherry bomb

© Ivan Donn Carswell

I said goodbye and went to bed to die;
I never knew that they had lied was quite
surprised they didnt seem to care, I agonised,
refused to cry although in time the tears

Being old in the game

© Ivan Donn Carswell

It was a half-life that seemed like a genuine world
wielding hard symbolism over those who ruled it; we
lived vaguely in teen-easy ambivalence whilst our peers
took their chances in ordered existence, wearing