Terry Donovan Poems

Life on a desert island isn't much fun.
One palm tree for shelter, the sea and the sun.
Civilisation horizons away.
Not even a seagull to hear what you say.
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No advent calendar for us,
To have a daily peep,
To know the day was coming,
When we'd waken from our sleep
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It was a Sunday evening, he was dressed in his best rags,
He'd been searching for dropped coins and half-smoked fags
When he reached the late-night café with great envy he looked in
And he watched the people munching while he rummaged through the bin.
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In the slack, black, laid back late of night when daytime hibernates,
Flowers close, all creatures doze and nature ruminates.

Coiled in corners cats curl up and dream of cream and fish
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He turned to her and gently held her tight,
She snuggled up and in his arms resigned.
Enlivened by the passion of the night
And with one thought their bodies intertwined.
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If there’s only just one trolley
In a supermarket which
Has wheels which go all different ways
And pushes like a bitch,
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I didn’t know that it was love
or how I felt about you,
but now I know cos I can’t go
a single day without you.
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They used to share their poetry at night
And work together with a common muse,
Their inspiration in the pale moonlight
Producing words and lines to interfuse.
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I don't think I love you or you love me
The way that Romeo loved Juliet
But even so I know that I would be
A loser if we'd never ever met.
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In black and white
The blood is just as real
And cold the steel
And heroes just as brave.
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