Ivan Donn Carswell
Biography of Ivan Donn Carswell
...If I said I wrote poetry for a reason I’d have to defend my reasoning every day. So I don’t. I write for fun – and if it isn’t fun it’s better than being bored or feeling useless. I admit to feeling bored and useless occasionally.
But there is more to Poetry than one man’s opinion of it.
There are many views – no less especially here. Most, sadly, are neither original nor particularly new because that is what we’ve come to expect as an unforgiving characteristic of this Site.
But occasionally there are gems to be found, wicked nuggets of gold garnered from sparsest sands. I’m tossing in what I can. If you’ve encountered something of mine you consider worthy, congratulations. Toss me a line. I’ll understand!
My arbitrary decision to limit poems posted here to 100 will stand as long as Poemhunter continues its childishly innocuous and anonymous censorship practises. I have seen no sign of it improving yet.
Try reading: -
http: //www.igorevich.blogspot.com/ - 'Poetry from the Orchard'..
Ivan Donn Carswell's Works:
The Meaning of Liff
Ivan Donn Carswell Poems
you caught me in-between those things I didn’t start and the few that simply got away
Yesterday’s dust storm dashed unrealistic pretension about Nature’s propriety – there’s nothing better expressed than
even sacred space has room that's not invasion proof - there's liberal confirmation raids incurring greater anguish now occur most every day;
Market In The Rain
Bob’s view was we couldn’t run away, rain didn’t demand unilateral surrender; we were men-at-arms used at least to deprivation and
a way to piss yourself off thoroughly and guarantee morbidity is by trying to please
biLove Ran Out/i/b
the simple account – love ran out no-longer sustained by medieval bracelets charmed
Bed Of Roses
Who stole your scented memories pot-pourri’s of your youth with vacant promises – a charlatan a superficial swain with wisdom
To win a game
How do you win a football game? Not by skill alone or clever plays, in modern days the game has changed and subterfuge and actors ways will pave the path to glory. Fitness pays a fair reward to keep
might have been a consequence of three strong coffees or the splendid isolation but woe is me, did I forget which was our National Day?
letting moments like this slip regales a dream’s allure insubstantial drifts of form are sure as melody to inner ear
Let’s call you Frank, Josaia Voreqe is a bit too, putting it mildly, Fijian
' Ruddy Shame
A Ruddy shame they've shafted Kev this way - he's always been a decent man, a nicer bloke you understand in politics is rarity -
After the Rain
Resurgent greens and stronger hues combined within the colours in-between will spring again, the reddish brown has nearly gone and all the silver
After The Recession
The bitchin’ never stops does it...! If it’s not for becoming a Republic or Remembrance to be preferred over ANZAC Day its speakers stirring
A Smile At No Expense
dwelling in uncertainty
that vacillates between
despair and hopelessness
swamped in depths of
edged with silver chalices
dispensing only misery
– oh, is this figure me