Marilyn Shepperson

Rookie (4th September 1949 / Hounslow. Middx)

Marilyn Shepperson Poems

81. Man, Angel Or Demon 3/12/2008
82. March 3/8/2007
83. Merlin 2/15/2007
84. Messages 9/27/2006
85. Miserable Christmas 12/5/2008
86. My Lady 10/12/2007
87. My Message In A Bottle 9/12/2006
88. My Muse Has Deserted Me 8/21/2006
89. My Sandwich 9/11/2006
90. My Unearthly Lover 10/19/2011
91. My Week 8/7/2006
92. New Island 9/29/2006
93. Odd 9/2/2006
94. Old Eddie 9/19/2006
95. On Approaching 60 6/1/2009
96. Pandora's Box 9/1/2006
97. Pansies 10/3/2006
98. Pippin 9/21/2006
99. Poetry 10/2/2006
100. Power 10/12/2006
101. Presumed Innocent 7/20/2009
102. Rainbow 10/2/2006
103. Scrooge 8/25/2006
104. Shadows 9/28/2006
105. Smugglers 9/29/2006
106. Sod's Law 8/31/2006
107. Starlings 10/3/2006
108. Still Waters / Early Morning 9/4/2006
109. Stonehenge 9/27/2006
110. Strange 9/2/2006
111. Strange Shelter 4/4/2008
112. Stress 6/19/2007
113. Tears On The Face Of A Man 10/5/2006
114. The Apothecary's Shop 10/2/2006
115. The Apple 9/22/2006
116. The Best Things 9/20/2006
117. The Boatman 9/28/2006
118. The Cave 8/8/2006
119. The Derelict Hut 9/25/2006
120. The Deserted House 9/13/2006
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 Spirit

Where I was I do not know
But I saw him standing there
Still time did ebb and flow
Yet time had no meaning there
It stil has none; that space in time
Could have been yesterday or years ago
But he had his arms around another girl
That was not me; I knew her not
He kissed her lips, so unaware

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