Marilyn Shepperson

Rookie (4th September 1949 / Hounslow. Middx)

Marilyn Shepperson Poems

161. Black Rat 9/27/2006
162. Biting 9/18/2006
163. Betrayal 1/18/2010
164. Being Helpful 9/11/2006
165. Autumn Evening 9/2/2006
166. Ashes 10/2/2006
167. An Ode To Fred 8/30/2006
168. An Eagle 9/27/2006
169. An Answer 8/3/2006
170. Alone 9/28/2006
171. Afterwards 4/14/2008
172. After The Rain 9/25/2006
173. Adam Went Fishing 9/21/2006
174. Aber Falls 9/14/2006
175. A Walk Of Trees 9/25/2006
176. A Tile 1/12/2007
177. A Stone Tower 9/27/2006
178. A Shallow Stream 5/7/2008
179. A Rose 9/25/2006
180. A Prayer To The West Wind 9/12/2006
181. A Nightmare? 9/20/2006
182. A Mouse 2/20/2009
183. A Moonlit Night 8/9/2006
184. A Miracle, Please 12/7/2007
185. A Masquerade 10/10/2006
186. A Man? 3/4/2008
187. A Log Fire 1/17/2007
188. A Horse Chesnut Tree 9/22/2006
Best Poem of Marilyn Shepperson

Killing Fields

The fighting is over, the battle is won
Overhead the crows are gathering
The dead lay like a grisly carpet
Those not dead groan or cry and pray softly
Worst of all is the heart rending whimpering
Of men knowing they are about to die and are afraid
The victors celebrate in the great hall
With drink and food in plenty
Raising glasses to the glorious dead
What's glorious about it?
The losers, in chains, sit bemused
Trying to work out where they went wrong
Exhausted horses in the stables
Stand with heads hanging low
To tired to eat, barely able to ...

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Azure sky, streaked with cloud
Catkins and buds on every bough
Early flowers amass the fields
In a rainbows hue of colour
Is it really only February
With all this April weather
And yet the sun shines brightly
The grass is as green as in May
And even the wind, though northerly

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