Michael Shepherd Poems

That’s the word we use
for the abrupt suddenness
of the old rubber-squeezed car horn
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A gentle touch upon the forearm
with a hand, gloved or warm with life,
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it's just an age thing - should you be concerned?
I'll spell it out; it may just clear my mind:
that, in impatient youth, ambition burned
to have the answers to all things defined -
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These two cows were ruminating
and one says, I was listening
to the milkmaid’s transistor
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Emma Chissett’s
missed out lunch;
she’s suffering
a credit crunch;
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Only recently, you asked me
for my ‘Laws’ – as if you asked the Sun
just where his golden rays shall, in the moment, strike…
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It has to be; one day, perhaps,
we’ll know the wisdom absolute of this;

and yet, and yet... I’m just a little sad,
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I put the teacup down,
looked up from my book;

and whatever calls the eye
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There were two monks who
shared a cell in perfect amity.

Yet they, concerned to perfect their compassion
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