Michael Shepherd Poems

We're living just as the century begins.

A great leaf, that God and we
shall cover with our writing
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Allah the Just, the Merciful.

That must be so
otherwise human beings
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Let's not go into the matter of that
dark wood in our back garden which
shames us in the eyes of our
prissy neighbours (we call it
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This is the meadow.
It slopes from bright South
down to the West and North
from the primroses in the southern hedge
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This poem
was about to speak to you
assuming that there is a you right there and now
but
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Surfacing from deep sleep, that moment
when the disciplined get up immediately,
the self-motivated can’t wait to get on doing their life,
the blest open their eyes with praise upon their lips,
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for no real poem has a first line
any more than a real book
has a first page
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