Michael Shepherd Poems

But hold on a minute –
who set this league up?

Is it a fair game? Are the teams
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In the centre of the window at your local Kidz-r-Uz,
all winking fairy lights, glitter, sparkle and buy-me,
sits a bear. A Teddy Bear.
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and the gift is not
the writing, but the knowing,
knowing poetry
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To the Lord, my Beloved, I said,
my Beloved: often I pray to You,
but more often, I confess,
it is to ask from You;
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I guess I thought old age
would bring some answers.

But no - it's rich in questions;
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The floods have ruined the British vegetable growers.
Tough. But
the supermarkets will just buy elsewhere,
we'll hardly notice, apart from TV's brief comment...
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Nondescript – her clothes say nothing
except perhaps, ‘neatish’; hair – just there..
certainly quiet; not hiding behind a book
or newspaper; nice eyes, though;
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Creation out of
nothing, nowhere, no-whence?

How much more intriguing
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My mistress’ bedde, my wylling scholeroom is,
where I do lerne my eager pupille’s taske;
her scorns, her prayse, to me as equalle are;
her swete chastisement, alle thatte I may aske;
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S You look much the same, Harry
H You don’t look much different, Sam
S Though times change
H They don’t stay the same
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