Michael Shepherd Poems

The world has lost the ear for rhyme.
It still makes children squirm with pleasure;
and from some witty pens and minds, its fireworks fizz;
so, after all these centuries of rhyme
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'The Transcendent'...'The Metaphysical'...'The Higher Truth...'
spooky words used by
spooky people with
spooky minds who belong to
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The Indians say
that the eater is the eaten.

We caught each other's eye
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Yesterday...
Valentine's, you missed it, too bad, he left no forwarding address-
I watched from the pub window
as a van from a high-class Consultant on
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Isn’t it strange, this thing called
Poetry – and even stranger, these things
called similes and metaphors, which are
the very essence of what poetry
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I’m the man to be,
cos I’m me, me, me;
but you’re just you
and who cares who
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At the height of sun-pressed summer
the tar on the seaside pavement
stuck to the Start-Rite sandals
with a sound like half-dried glue.
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So the diminishing tribe
of wild cats
got together and agreed hey times is gettin' tough
we need a strategy.
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It's said that every species in the world
displays one gift beyond the scope of Man.
How dangerous the skies - for men, and birds -
how soiled the air, if wings were in Man's span!
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I dreamt I flew as ibis fly
o'er sand and palm and sunny Nile
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