Marilyn Shepperson

Rookie (4th September 1949 / Hounslow. Middx)

Marilyn Shepperson Poems

41. The Star Wish 10/13/2009
42. The Spirit 8/1/2006
43. The Spiral 5/26/2009
44. The Soldier 10/20/2006
45. The Skeleton 10/20/2006
46. The Shepherd 9/22/2006
47. The Sea And The Cliff 10/13/2011
48. The Puma 8/25/2006
49. The Prisoner 9/27/2006
50. The Pigeon In The Mountains 9/14/2006
51. The Old Watch-Tower 9/25/2006
52. The Old Mill House 9/22/2006
53. The North Wind Came To Town 8/17/2006
54. The Nightly Menace 8/10/2006
55. The Lazy Ghost 7/20/2007
56. The Last Witch 11/3/2006
57. The Lane 9/18/2006
58. The Ice-Drake 9/25/2006
59. The Hot Summer Is Over 9/28/2006
60. The Highwaymen 9/15/2006
61. The Hidden Garden 5/15/2008
62. The Gathering Storm 9/25/2006
63. The Gates Of Dawn 9/20/2006
64. The Fly 9/11/2006
65. The Ectasy Of Gold 10/6/2006
66. The Dream? 8/4/2006
67. The Dragons' Christmas 9/14/2006
68. The Dragon 6/13/2003
69. The Deserted House 9/13/2006
70. The Derelict Hut 9/25/2006
71. The Cave 8/8/2006
72. The Boatman 9/28/2006
73. The Best Things 9/20/2006
74. The Apple 9/22/2006
75. The Apothecary's Shop 10/2/2006
76. Tears On The Face Of A Man 10/5/2006
77. Stress 6/19/2007
78. Strange Shelter 4/4/2008
79. Strange 9/2/2006
80. Stonehenge 9/27/2006
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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The Unseen Companion

I walked along the narrow alley
It walked along behind me
When I stopped, it stopped too
Yet like an echo, I had heard
Every footfall it had made

I waited in the darkened room
It waited there behind me
If I held my breath, it held its' too

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