Marilyn Shepperson

Rookie (4th September 1949 / Hounslow. Middx)

Marilyn Shepperson Poems

41. Don'T Drink And Drive 10/4/2006
42. Dragon Prows 3/8/2007
43. Dreams 1/12/2007
44. Dreamscape 6/14/2007
45. Dreamweaver 9/27/2006
46. Dreary 9/27/2006
47. Dungeon, Fire And Sword 9/2/2006
48. Escapee 10/2/2006
49. Evening On The Farm 9/25/2006
50. Everyday Misery 9/18/2006
51. Fear 10/20/2006
52. February 5/19/2003
53. Frosty Night 1/12/2009
54. Future Or Not 9/28/2006
55. Girl By A Pond 9/25/2006
56. Gone Forever 1/18/2010
57. Grey 9/21/2006
58. Hell 9/27/2006
59. Heroes 4/5/2007
60. Holiday Memory 2/28/2008
61. Homecoming 10/12/2006
62. Humans And Nature 10/12/2006
63. I Had A Dream 10/20/2006
64. I Long For You 2/15/2007
65. In A Dungeon 10/4/2006
66. In A Flower Shop 9/25/2006
67. In Praise Of Scotland 9/18/2006
68. In The Mood 9/4/2006
69. It Could Only Happen In Cornwall 10/27/2006
70. Just Another Storm Poem 8/21/2006
71. Killing Fields 9/29/2006
72. Late Autumn 10/3/2006
73. Late Evening In The Village 9/20/2006
74. Leave Now, While You Can 5/21/2009
75. Life 4/19/2007
76. Like The Sword Of Damocles 2/22/2008
77. Long Ago 9/28/2006
78. Lost 9/28/2006
79. Lost Chance 12/3/2007
80. Magpies 10/4/2006
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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February

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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