Scott J. Shepard Poems

This business of being candor went unbecoming
an honest agreement the bird's song now hard to sing.

If justice were a court room of morning cardinals
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When we live in harmony together,
make beautiful music together,
the made magic that are birds of a feather.
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There was a woman I once knew.
We would meet regularly on the weekends and somedays the weekdays too.
I would take her grocery shopping, or we'd do these silly yoga poses on the gazebo near her home.
We spent an afternoon at the Nepaug Dam and would revel the waterfalls; other days by the
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They held their hands high
To a low-lit electronic circuit
Night casts over them, yet it was young
Concern didn't stay through the dusk.
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The surface lay calm and conditioned.
Clear as crystal, despite its lattice shape.
Once a child's mind,
before what waves of uncertainty
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Morrow overcast
A traffic stop,
The conference call
FM broadcast erupts
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The developed world aims
to loose its undergarments
and reach for daisies.
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Its said a man's home is his castle,
but this medieval bindle feels stale
across the railroad tracks;
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A corner where faces meet between
a small town and a busy brain
the widened street lay bare
thinking gutter thoughts;
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I wish my love were the same as song.
Overhead the electrical hum, like powerlines,
a violin sky, lets love light up each house
across a city's radius from here to your arms
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