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Marilyn Shepperson
Marilyn Shepperson
(4th September 1949 / Hounslow. Middx)
Marilyn Shepperson Poems
| 161. | Tears On The Face Of A Man | 10/5/2006 |
| 162. | It Could Only Happen In Cornwall | 10/27/2006 |
| 163. | Twelve Little Daffodils | 10/12/2006 |
| 164. | Starlings | 10/3/2006 |
| 165. | The Dragons' Christmas | 9/14/2006 |
| 166. | Two Inquisitive People | 9/27/2006 |
| 167. | The Apothecary's Shop | 10/2/2006 |
| 168. | A Masquerade | 10/10/2006 |
| 169. | A Tile | 1/12/2007 |
| 170. | A Log Fire | 1/17/2007 |
| 171. | A Walk Of Trees | 9/25/2006 |
| 172. | A Nightmare? | 9/20/2006 |
| 173. | Aber Falls | 9/14/2006 |
| 174. | There's No Such Thing As Ghosts? | 9/14/2006 |
| 175. | You Passed The Time | 8/3/2006 |
| 176. | Childhood Is Past | 8/7/2006 |
| 177. | The Spirit | 8/1/2006 |
| 178. | A Horse Chesnut Tree | 9/22/2006 |
| 179. | The Sword | 2/23/2007 |
| 180. | Just Another Storm Poem | 8/21/2006 |
| 181. | A Moonlit Night | 8/9/2006 |
| 182. | Autumn Evening | 9/2/2006 |
| 183. | Poetry | 10/2/2006 |
| 184. | Being Helpful | 9/11/2006 |
| 185. | Power | 10/12/2006 |
| 186. | Contemplating Suicide | 5/26/2009 |
| 187. | Late Evening In The Village | 9/20/2006 |
| 188. | Killing Fields | 9/29/2006 |
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 ...
The Spirit
Where I was I do not know
But I saw him standing there
Still time did ebb and flow
Yet time had no meaning there
It stil has none; that space in time
Could have been yesterday or years ago
But he had his arms around another girl
That was not me; I knew her not
He kissed her lips, so unaware
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