Michael Shepherd Poems

She so loved Him
was so beloved of Him
that He spoke to her and said
my beloved
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The National Literacy Trust in Britain
did a survey and
- yes, you guessed -
57% read 'only a bit' or not at all
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He’ll be the next to go.
In the Condemned Block, over many years,
he’s moved up the line; now he’s got that end cell.
All legal processes have been tested.
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This starry dawn - the wise men yet afar -
the shepherds are abed, their night's task done.
Is Mary tired? Or, as one untouched?
All birth's a miracle; not less this one.
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Some poems have a vast interior;
a deep, wild, impenetrable up-country,
traversed as in some dream
so long, no-one can say
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...more than we or others ever realise, I reckon,
the music of our younger years
makes the soundtrack to our life -
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‘We only love if we have first been loved.’

Aye, there’s the rub.
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The wise love wisely.

It’s said, that when the truly wise
surface from their sleep,
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Suck and blow, suck and blow,
like a pair of windy bellows -

why do you whingers wheeze on so -
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