Terry Brewer

Rookie (3rd April,1939 / Aldershot, England)

Terry Brewer Poems

1. The Gulf 4/6/2006
2. Let's Part While We Still Can Be Friends 4/6/2006
3. Why? 4/6/2006
4. Sydney The Kidney 4/6/2006
5. This Poetic Fad 4/7/2006
6. You Speak To Me And Say 4/7/2006
7. Wynne's Bar, Mahe, The Seychelles Islands 4/6/2006
8. The Bus 4/8/2006
9. Writers Block 4/8/2006
10. After The Bomb 4/7/2006
11. Some Haiku (1) 4/8/2006
12. Good Friday 4/14/2006
13. Bye Bye 4/23/2006
14. The Wallls Came Down In '89 - Reflections From The Sink 5/6/2006
15. Darkest Day - Carolyn Passes 7/19/2012
16. Just A Little 7/19/2012
17. Oh To Be Free 7/19/2012
18. Carolyn Doesn'T Need..... 7/19/2012
19. Remembrance 11/11/2006
20. Haiku 3 5/13/2006
21. Dark Day 4/9/2006
22. Birthday 4/8/2006
23. Love Lost 4/8/2006
24. Time 4/6/2006
25. Thoughts From The Seychelles Islands 4/6/2006
26. Lost Love 4/8/2006
27. Where Did We Come From - I Don'T Know Do You? 4/29/2006
28. My Water Ski 4/7/2006
29. My Prayer 5/14/2006
30. A Few Haiku (2) 4/28/2006
31. I Sit And Look At Photographs 4/6/2006
32. Beneath The Waves - Seychelles Islands 5/6/2006
Best Poem of Terry Brewer

Beneath The Waves - Seychelles Islands

Beneath the surface of the blue, blue sea
Is a place I love to be,
Shall I bring lobster home for tea?

In the quiet beauty of the deep,
In that serenity, a ray, sand covered – is he asleep?
No, ever watchful, he wakes, shakes, departs

A hawksbill turtle, gliding by on flippered wings
Ever hunted to make those tourist things.
The beauty of his polished shell his death knell rings

Now the delicate coral garden reveals
Vibrant fish, gentle anenomes, horried eels,
And the beauty of slow cowrie shells

A giant grouper, stationary, guards his ...

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This Poetic Fad

I sometimes think I’m going mad
It must be this poetic fad,
Everything I say or do
Seems to rhyme in lines of two.

I don’t know why, I couldn’t say
How I’ve suddenly become this way.
I’m sure the answer no one knows
My mind just will not think in prose.

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