Michael Shepherd Poems

where the unlimited meets the limited,
and the unimagined meets the imagined;
where the unseen meets the seen,
and the eye meets the heart;
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Had you known
that an old man was watching
would you have been
more grateful
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The poet, bent over the paper, ink-brush in hand,
carefully defining poetry for his pupils
did not see the first stork of the Spring
in the limitless blue sky,
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In the community of this website
like a girdle round the earth
(did you read that, Will?) ,
sharing the inner lives,
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Words are like unicorns –
come from nowhere
without any one’s permission or request
because there’s a need for them.
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Where do bogies go
when you leave them be?
Do they, Dr. Einstein, cling
to the nostril wall until
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Why do I hate you? Let me count the ways...

Oh I could list them.... but no - not the trivialities
that drive us into impotent blind rage
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Where is the one
I used to love so passionately –
and who, I thought,
loved me so passionately too…?
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'I wish you could see it - it's an incredible sight -
there's this unbelievable river of people -
like a Ganges or a Mississippi -
all moving at their various speeds
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