Michael Shepherd Poems

in the spring
an old man's fancy
lightly turns to
thoughts of
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Do only poets know
how every word is born,
comes winging from eternity,
to be tasted, savoured on the tongue
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and when the cat had finished drinking
and he had watched that delicate pink tongue
lapping as carefully as any lady
and had wondered whether cats enjoy this patient method
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My dearest one: tell me,
why you always return to Me?
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Meltdown. A new kettle urgently
required for the gas stove. Men
love an excuse to wander around
the Aladdin’s cave of an ironmongers
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hold the camera
as the rose's petals
fall
one by
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Because I love you so,

sometimes it's loving someone;
sometimes it's loving anyone;
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God, say those who learn of Him,
Is eager to be our teacher…

who would love to sit quietly beside us,
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Wow!

Gr8 poem!
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To be is to love.
To love is to be.

Roll these life sentences
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