Michael Shepherd Poems

and since then,
angels about their business
know we speak their name
more intensely; they, closer
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Sometimes, it’s all humour –
a divine joke shared between gods and men,
a twinkle in the eye of the Creator…
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The wheelwright worked, as carefully,
yet so fast, as a wheel spins.

One day, someone said to him,
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And that’s not a claim to paternity –
it’s the possessive case; though to what degree
my father possessed Plato, or Plato, him,
remains one of those unsolved mysteries
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I loved your stories of the old times -
the endless journeys of the band bus,
Judy with her black-eyed girl,
the first action at each hotel
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‘Look! now briefly, mortal living head -
As severed from thy now so lifeless limbs
In brief and, who knows, truthful, godly view,
So solemn, oncely, rare - that fleshly instrument
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It's the day that everybody in the world remembers
because they can 't forget it:

The eighth day of the week;
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and some say
oh that’s my favourite ever poem
my aunt my uncle my teacher read it
to me when I was twelve
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Those days when an invisible armchair
relaxes you into a mood
that's an exquisite, savoured blend
of innocence and experience,
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Come to me as nameless, Lord –
and I to Thee!

come to me – I care not – as
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