Marilyn Shepperson

Rookie (4th September 1949 / Hounslow. Middx)

Marilyn Shepperson Poems

161. City Under The Sea 9/27/2006
162. Two Inquisitive People 9/27/2006
163. A Horse Chesnut Tree 9/22/2006
164. The Highwaymen 9/15/2006
165. The Spirit 8/1/2006
166. The Dragons' Christmas 9/14/2006
167. My Week 8/7/2006
168. Poetry 10/2/2006
169. Frosty Night 1/12/2009
170. On Approaching 60 6/1/2009
171. Twelve Little Daffodils 10/12/2006
172. After The Rain 9/25/2006
173. My Sandwich 9/11/2006
174. Dreamweaver 9/27/2006
175. A Moonlit Night 8/9/2006
176. Smugglers 9/29/2006
177. Just Another Storm Poem 8/21/2006
178. The Dragon 6/13/2003
179. Autumn Evening 9/2/2006
180. The Wolf Pack 8/23/2006
181. There's No Such Thing As Ghosts? 9/14/2006
182. The Apothecary's Shop 10/2/2006
183. The Puma 8/25/2006
184. Being Helpful 9/11/2006
185. Contemplating Suicide 5/26/2009
186. Late Evening In The Village 9/20/2006
187. Power 10/12/2006
188. Killing Fields 9/29/2006

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Killing Fields

The fighting is over, the battle is won
Overhead the crows are gathering
The dead lay like a grisly carpet
Those not dead groan or cry and pray softly
Worst of all is the heart rending whimpering
Of men knowing they are about to die and are afraid
The victors celebrate in the great hall
With drink and food in plenty
Raising glasses to the glorious dead
What's glorious about it?
The losers, in chains, sit bemused
Trying to work out where they went wrong
Exhausted horses in the stables
Stand with heads hanging low
To tired to eat, barely able to ...

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Deep Delven

Deep in the heart of a friendly, dark wood
Where fox and badger safely play
Where the tall pines court the clouds above
There lies Deep Delven

Along the river, where the wild iris grows
And the otter fishes without a care
Where willow weeps and aspen trembles
Is the hidden path to Deep Delven

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