Terry Donovan
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Once upon a time I'm told
When strange things happened in the world of old
An extraordinary meeting took place
Of dogs from all round the global face.
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He walked away into the night,
His knuckles swollen from the fight,
A smile beneath his swollen eye,
Much satisfaction in his sigh.
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When I walk ankle-deep in autumn leaves,
Head down and collar up against the rain,
...
A sixties sight I always liked to see,
Those British motorbikes parked side by side
While bikers packed inside the Busy Bee,
The rendezvous of everybody's ride.
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Come, take my hand and let us walk awhile,
Away from all the hustle-bustle here,
Let's talk and walk a quiet country mile
To where the air and what we think is clear.
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I saw an angel with a broken wing
I saw an angel cry
I mended it with bits of string
And told her she could fly.
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When Cuthbert was cremated she was sad
But taking home his ashes she was glad
For in a way she'd always have him there
His company forever she would share.
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The Oxfam Shop book section
Had the usual array,
Ancient road maps, Jeffrey Archer,
Three copies of the Guinness Book of Records
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Single Dad
The kids grew up without a mum around,
I had to play a double roll instead;
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I picture in my mind my ideal girl,
I picture in my mind the girl for me,
The sort that ought to set my heart awhirl
The sort that ought to set my spirits free.
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The sun's gone down, the day is done,
Now go to sleep, my little one.
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The dandelions, grass and borders wild,
Thistles, nettles, teasels, golden rod,
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They bought a big red motorbike,
Italian and quite dear
And had it fitted at the shop
With colour-matching gear.
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Our Sammy's had an accident,
His condition's touch and go,
Run over by a steam roller
(He always was so slow) .
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Turn left at the lighthouse
And follow the coast inland
Past deserted villages
That used to be so grand.
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Sleep tight, fair maid, forget the world and rest,
The time to put the day behind is now.
Let moonbeams dance upon your troubled breast
And angels smooth the furrows from your brow.
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Today I cried,
But no-one knew.
With none to love
And friends so few,
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I had a tiny seed of doubt,
I laughed at first, it's true
I even tried to spit it out
But couldn't and it grew.
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Terry Donovan Biography
Amateur poet. Motorcyclist. Retired.)
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Why Dogs Always Smell Each Others' Bums
Once upon a time I'm told
When strange things happened in the world of old
An extraordinary meeting took place
Of dogs from all round the global face.
They all met somewhere near the Golan heights
For a conference on doggy rights.
It took place in a massive hall
Cos anything less would be too small.
As they went in, every dog and pup
took off its coat and hung it up
Then when the conference was over
All the dogs (there were loads called Rover)
Piled outside in lengthy queues
And they couldn't sort out whose coat was whose.
In utter confusion, they all got mixed
And couldn't get the matter fixed,
So each grabbed a coat and made for the door,
Wearing the one which was closest at paw
And, rather than make an almighty stir
They all ended up in another's fir.
Now every time you see dogs meet
Or even passing in the street.
You'll see them have a good old smell
Cos that's the only way they can tell
If its their coat that the other's got.
You may believe this tail or not,
They're only seeking what they treasure
They don't go sniffing bums for pleasure
They want their coats whoever's got 'em
And they can only start at the bottom.
But if they can't find them, that's too tough -
Justice in the world of dogs is ruff.
Terry Donovan Comments
Terry Donovan is one of the treasures of Poemhunter, and I think I speak for all readers. A humourist with style and humanity. May your bike run smoothly on a full tank.
Terry, I just happened to see a new poem of yours, and I read it. After I'd read the one, I had to read a couple more of them- they're awesome! You have a special style about your poetry that really draws the reader in. -James
I loved this so much Terry! It hit so close to home for me. My heart skipped a beat! I love reading you!
Hello to you...Terry Donovan, .....i was shuffling through., me own pages...Then returned home. Noticed the title of your poem.., it drew me in... .....i'am glad..it did...Your poem, felt wonderful...to read.
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4/27/2024 4:53:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Your writting gives me a strong sense of a monologue... I don't know if it's done on purpose, but it's very unique. A poem that feels like a conversation...