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Terry Alexander

Poetry

Left Behind

Because you left so suddenly And we are left behind The only sound we hear today In our collective mind Is Hearts, still beating, though they’re broken Because we didn’t get the chance To tell you when we could We who are left must silently Repeat the words we should…
Terry Alexander
17th January 2015
Poetry

POOR COW

I used to live a quiet life in fields of rolling green On lushest grass, and good things I was fed Our herd once formed a major part of every rural scene But now we’re shoved together in a shed I used to love to chew the cud for hours…
Terry Alexander
30th June 2014
Poetry

THE MARKET DOG OF RHODES

One Monday, in the market place The sun beat on the ground The tourists stopped, to sit and chat The dog just hung around The tourists laughed, and ate and drank In good and jovial mood They had their fill of everything The dog just wanted food They showed their…
Terry Alexander
9th August 2013
Poetry

Musical Hearts

I’m in love with Bert Though he’s not in love with me He’s in love with Ethel And everyone can see That Ethel fancies Stan With his beard and spotted tie But Stanley is no good to her ‘Cos Stanley worships Vi Vi adores Sebastian In his grand-dad shirt Sebastian’s…
Terry Alexander
9th August 2013
Poetry

I Will Be There

I will be there in time of pain Through sunshine, snow, and pouring rain My only goal, your happiness Serenity your heart to bless And if by chance I love in vain This would not halt my soul’s refrain I would not feel regret or strain No limits and no…
Terry Alexander
9th August 2013
Poetry

A Shameful Death

His hands are tied behind his back A target on his heart Because ‘They’ have decided That he didn’t play his part He’d heard the patriotic talk And lied about his age To go to be a soldier On that celebrated stage The talk of daring valiant deeds Stirred his…
Terry Alexander
6th June 2013
Poetry

THE KID

He shuffled along the dusty road As though he were late for school His lip trembled slightly, he seemed close to tears Had he been found out breaking the rules? He looked very worried, as onward he went, His eyes shifted left, and then right Was he late? Well he…
Terry Alexander
5th June 2013
Stories

FAME

Mary Smith sighed as she prepared her meagre evening meal. Bloody rationing… As if life were not miserable enough, what with the bombing, people going away, close friends and acquaintances wiped out overnight with no chance to say goodbye properly; I mean, you just carried on as usual (as much…
Terry Alexander
27th May 2013
Poetry

War Games

The politician bows his head While honouring the Glorious Dead Then goes back to Westminster in his car Where, with a bland impassive face, He sends more troops to take their place Then joins his fellow members in the bar The “Foe” prepares his troops as well Assures them, they…
Terry Alexander
18th May 2013
Poetry

Soldier

He’s young and handsome Middle-aged And grizzled, lined and old She’s sensitive and bloody minded, Timid, shy and bold He’s strong and whole He has no legs His mind has gone away She’s canny and intelligent He’s straight, and he is gay She comes from London Devon, Leeds He’s Scottish…
Terry Alexander
18th May 2013