Michael Shepherd Poems

Oh dear it’s haircut day

I guess I should be grateful –
she comes round to the house
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These wild, rough autumn days
as cooling Northern hemisphere
shudders towards its equinox
with gales and rain and blown-off leaves,
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Erstwhiles,
of candle-laboured hours and screwed-up eyes,
the quill scratch-scratching, the paper ragged rough, the ink
unwieldy, black and unredeeming
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Restaurant; trattoria; tapas-bar;
weinstuben; sushi; cafeteria; eaterie; drive-by; gastro-pub…
what’s in a name? A meal by any other name
would smell as good…
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If he really wants to win this title
he’s got to really work at it in this race:
is he hungry enough?
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It should be so obvious:
all the ‘eternal values’ which we may see
as worthwhile in our life –
these, we share with those who’ve gone before..
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Yes you,
the one who’s noisy when
he’s here which isn’t so very often -
you’ll never believe it but
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The honest man, it's said,

does exactly as he says,
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What are you looking at, this moment? ..
You can answer this question?
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and as the thick heat of the day lifts off,
the city comes alive.

What is architecture without shadow?
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