Marilyn Shepperson

Rookie (4th September 1949 / Hounslow. Middx)

Marilyn Shepperson Poems

81. Still Waters / Early Morning 9/4/2006
82. Starlings 10/3/2006
83. Sod's Law 8/31/2006
84. Smugglers 9/29/2006
85. Shadows 9/28/2006
86. Scrooge 8/25/2006
87. Rainbow 10/2/2006
88. Presumed Innocent 7/20/2009
89. Power 10/12/2006
90. Poetry 10/2/2006
91. Pippin 9/21/2006
92. Pansies 10/3/2006
93. Pandora's Box 9/1/2006
94. On Approaching 60 6/1/2009
95. Old Eddie 9/19/2006
96. Odd 9/2/2006
97. New Island 9/29/2006
98. My Week 8/7/2006
99. My Unearthly Lover 10/19/2011
100. My Sandwich 9/11/2006
101. My Muse Has Deserted Me 8/21/2006
102. My Message In A Bottle 9/12/2006
103. My Lady 10/12/2007
104. Miserable Christmas 12/5/2008
105. Messages 9/27/2006
106. Merlin 2/15/2007
107. March 3/8/2007
108. Man, Angel Or Demon 3/12/2008
109. Magpies 10/4/2006
110. Lost Chance 12/3/2007
111. Lost 9/28/2006
112. Long Ago 9/28/2006
113. Like The Sword Of Damocles 2/22/2008
114. Life 4/19/2007
115. Leave Now, While You Can 5/21/2009
116. Late Evening In The Village 9/20/2006
117. Late Autumn 10/3/2006
118. Killing Fields 9/29/2006
119. Just Another Storm Poem 8/21/2006
120. It Could Only Happen In Cornwall 10/27/2006
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 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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