Terry Donovan

Rookie (12/6/41 to? / Amersham, Buckinghamshire)

Comments about Terry Donovan

  • Michael Shepherd (8/4/2006 9:45:00 AM)

    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.

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  • James Grengs (10/20/2004 4:51:00 PM)

    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

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  • Tammy Natoli (5/28/2004 5:37:00 PM)

    I loved this so much Terry! It hit so close to home for me. My heart skipped a beat! I love reading you!

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  • Tammy Natoli (5/18/2004 9:05:00 PM)

    Hi Terry! Excellent. Not that I am a critic. Great read!

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  • Anong All (5/14/2004 5:15:00 PM)

    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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  • Sofia P (5/13/2004 6:58:00 PM)

    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...

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Best Poem of Terry Donovan

Motorcycle Sonnet

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.
Here Triumph, Norton, Matchless, BSA,
And Vincent, Arial and AJS,
Were names that made mouths water in their day
And nothing Japanese did we possess.
All oily, smoky, proper big boys' toys
That you could hear from half a mile away
And when they passed you'd even smell the noise
And grab your flying jacket, join the play.
Now all you see are bikers 'born again'
Who drive a Ford Mondeo in the ...

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New Lines

They sold haikus at the market,
Two pounds each or three for five,
(They'd been freshly picked that morning
But were barely still alive) .

And little pots of haiku food
With each they gave away
With instructions for beginners,
Two small ladders and a tray.