Terry Donovan (12/6/41 to? / Amersham, Buckinghamshire)
Terry Donovan Poems
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.
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.
Who Heals The Healer?
Who heals the healer? Who understands That even with her healing hands She's only human after all
Never Trust A Lobster
Never trust a lobster, He may have a charming smile But underneath he's ruthless And saves everything to file.
Summer Holiday Sonnet
The only sound, the traffic passing by, A six-foot fence, the view from where I sit, To gaze at vapour trails high in the sky, Some flowers and a rock'ry - that's it.
You're beautiful in oh so many ways And life with you is one long happy dream The sun shines always even on dull days For summer you will always make it seem.
A Christmas Present
She looked out the window on Christmas day And could scarce believe her eyes For what she saw beyond all doubt Was a wonderful surprise.
The day the bomb fell on the house The kids were all at school, Dad was in his allotment, Mum was out buying wool.
A sky of grizzly angry grey Foreboding, opens up the day. The butterflies, the wasp, the bee, The birds that should be on the tree,
Grandad said 'Being dead Is not too bad at all. You can chose to work
Faith, Hope And Clarity
When I wake in the morning, will I find That this was nothing but a lavish dream, A magic moment conjured in the mind, A mirage with a wishful-thinking theme?
Old Mother Hubbard
Old Mother Hubbard Went to the windmill To see her daughter, Nancy. When she got there,
They stood at the graveside, two strangers But so much in common to share; One was his wife, one his mistress. Both of them had to be there.
Tomorrow is too late
When coming together
And past futures become reality
And future pasts
It’s always shadows.