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| 8761. | Political nonsense by Ivan Donn Carswell> | | I was saddened just to hear the bitter rancour
in his voice, a sour hostility aloof of commonsense,
and ranks who sat in audience held captive to ... |
| 8762. | Possums came at night by Ivan Donn Carswell> | | You could see the signs which said that possums came at night
and fed upon this tree, they left their mark in fruit discards
and broken twigs and ... |
| 8763. | Puissant Morons by Ivan Donn Carswell> | | Clean your glory glasses, scrub the lenses clean
and see the puissant morons stare;
garbed in common guises far from unfamiliar,
guises fair as an... |
| 8764. | Pumpkins in our time by Ivan Donn Carswell> | | For months on end the pumpkins lay at peace,
their parent vines had all but browned and died
although a stubborn tendril here and there had
trie... |
| 8765. | Rangipo Desert by 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, sib... |
| 8766. | Ready to step into life by 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 fr... |
| 8767. | Shirley of Serendipity by 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 schemi... |
| 8768. | Simple pleasures that you bring by Ivan Donn Carswell> | | Do you mind if I write a few lines for you tonight?
I’m fuelled for sure, perhaps a bit ebullient,
(now there’s a rhyme that will be hard to f... |
| 8769. | The perfect cup by 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 on... |
| 8770. | The power of the Lake by Ivan Donn Carswell> | | The power of the Lake lingers still
so many years beyond its fascination
ending; it was there in the beginning,
an unveiling of towering sensiti... |
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