Marilyn Shepperson

Rookie (4th September 1949 / Hounslow. Middx)

Marilyn Shepperson Poems

121. The Dragon 6/13/2003
122. The Dragons' Christmas 9/14/2006
123. The Dream? 8/4/2006
124. The Ectasy Of Gold 10/6/2006
125. The Fly 9/11/2006
126. The Gates Of Dawn 9/20/2006
127. The Gathering Storm 9/25/2006
128. The Hidden Garden 5/15/2008
129. The Highwaymen 9/15/2006
130. The Hot Summer Is Over 9/28/2006
131. The Ice-Drake 9/25/2006
132. The Lane 9/18/2006
133. The Last Witch 11/3/2006
134. The Lazy Ghost 7/20/2007
135. The Nightly Menace 8/10/2006
136. The North Wind Came To Town 8/17/2006
137. The Old Mill House 9/22/2006
138. The Old Watch-Tower 9/25/2006
139. The Pigeon In The Mountains 9/14/2006
140. The Prisoner 9/27/2006
141. The Puma 8/25/2006
142. The Sea And The Cliff 10/13/2011
143. The Shepherd 9/22/2006
144. The Skeleton 10/20/2006
145. The Soldier 10/20/2006
146. The Spiral 5/26/2009
147. The Spirit 8/1/2006
148. The Star Wish 10/13/2009
149. The Suburban Fox 9/3/2006
150. The Super Rat 9/3/2006
151. The Swift Day Part 1 4/5/2007
152. The Swift Day Part 2 4/5/2007
153. The Swift Day Part 3 4/5/2007
154. The Swift Day Part 4 4/5/2007
155. The Sword 2/23/2007
156. The Trapped Soul Part 1 11/23/2006
157. The Trapped Soul Part 2 12/6/2006
158. The Trapped Soul Part 3 12/20/2006
159. The Unicorn 9/21/2006
160. The Unseen Companion 8/2/2006
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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