Donovan's Poetry

Table of Contents
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Home page: Blackie and the Bear
She was Only a Whore We have all done stupid things growing up and I am no exception. Regreta? Not many.
Get in the Game We can't undo what we have done in the past, but we can choose what we're going to do today.
They Just Don't Understand If you write you'll probably relate, if not, you probably won't.
On Growing Old A little self-pity never hurt anyone, did it?
Old Man A young man learns a lesson...too late...from an ancient traveler.
If Somewhere Today A Child Has Died Many have died today, and its a shame to all mankind.
Too Late I Long Again To See: They say you can't go back again.
Value: Up on the Tonto Rim
Retreat: Sad/Happy Mornings
Mrs. Macbeth: Just a chuckle at Mr. Macbeth
Ode to Billy Clinton: And Monica too, I guess. Long may they wave.
The Mud Bayou: A secret of the swamp.
A Tail That's True, Sir!: Oh, my lovely mermaid!
On a Chinese Massacre: Thoughts about Tiananmen Square.
Just Some Old Bum: It could be you or me.
Writer's Block: A takeoff (ripoff) on The Raven.
My Sleeping Beauty: Princess Diana and Prince Charles: My version of a fairy tale.
Cogito Ergo Hmmm?: Mr. Descartes was on the right track.
Cost of Living: The cost of living in this country. People have paid that cost with their lives.
The Sea: I grew up on the Gulf of Mexico and it's still a part of me.
There Once Was a Boy: More memories of my childhood, I guess.
Politics, The Oldest Profession: Am I cynical, or what?
Carmen: A dirty old man pours out his heart.
The Poet's Dead Wife: A small sharing of grief for a stranger.
The Way of Kings: Short morality play, long poem.
Reality is Relative: Exactly what it says.
It Marches: Time marches on, how trite, but my view just the same.
Transplant: Bits and pieces, you might say.
Old Indian Basket: A new kind of time machine...or old.
A Doctor in the House?: A monster of a poem, you might say.
The Eyes of A Man: I also sometimes call this "Dragons with Wings".
Their Words, My Song: It's what you do with the words that makes it a song.

I have just added a story as well and hope to be adding more:

The great popcorn riot at the Saenger Theater in Pensacola, circa 1963