farmwork; 9-14 teacher; pro-am drama; scholarship to Oxford University to study Anglo-Saxon and English Literature; dropout; backstage Ballets de Paris; industrial journalism; midlife crisis around 25; invoice typist; bookshop assistant; art journalist; book reviewer; small book on Barbara Hepworth,1963; art critic for national newspapers and magazines 20 years; radio and television work; ... more »
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Michael Shepherd Poems
Love Love Love
Oh it's so easy to say - 'Give what you think you lack - You feel unloved? Then give love, and love, and love...'...
! A grief ago
'There is no grief which time does not lessen or soften' - so said Cicero, a man so often right;
! A Wish
I'd like to write - like grown-up poets do: with similes that span the universe, that sparkle, crackle, dazzle, woo the mind; and touch the heart with tender, swoony verse...
A pretty girl is like a simile and vice-a-versa so I'd say
! A Platonic Reminiscence of a Great La...
Someone mentioned your name yesterday and I was silent You loved goodness, you were goodness,
! Baby love, maybe love
so there you are in your pram or kiddikarria nicely tucked up, being talked to in that
! ! Love's Grammar Book
I love you. That's it, really. all there is to say.
! An angry poem about peace
This is an angry poem. About those weasel phrases which blow like paper in the street going nowhere,
! An offering of bliss to you
Your bliss is not my bliss and yet perhaps if I tell you my bliss there may be a place
! Homage to a not unknown poet
Straightway - it's the tone. Even; quiet but clear; is it writing, or is it talking? As if to family: you're being filled in on what happened yesterday or last week;
! A Poet
He — or was it she? was a child who said little but walked, endlessly, just looking
! A poem for Samuel
Who is that man who calls you ' a nobody'? Oh, he's nobody. Who is that man who says 'You're really somebody'?
! Love and Friendship
Loneliness, anxiety, and despair, isolation, sorrow, bitterness - these the cruel concerns, observers note, that press upon our current consciousness.
and some other father at the club says, has she flown the nest yet? and it sounds so crude you don’t want to answer.
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Love Love Love
Oh it's so easy to say -
'Give what you think you lack -
You feel unloved? Then give love, and love, and love...'...
On the other hand -
Do you have any better advice?