Michael Shepherd

Rookie (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

Michael Shepherd Poems

881. ! ! This Peach My Teacher 8/1/2008
882. ! ! S I M I L E 6/13/2009
883. 0078 Thanksgiving Day 11/24/2005
884. ! ! A Fine Morning On The Ivory Coast 6/12/2009
885. ! ! Commentator Steams Through To Gold In Banality Final 8/23/2008
886. ! ! Restaurant 1/21/2008
887. To That Guy Towards The Back Of The Class, He'Ll Know Who I Mean 4/11/2007
888. The Honest Man 7/24/2006
889. 0025 How Many Steps To God? 9/5/2006
890. My Sacred Ant 6/22/2006
891. 0421 Truth In Politics 3/2/2006
892. 0328 Holy Shit 3/3/2006
893. 0029 It's Haircut Day 8/30/2006
894. 0031 Autumn's Wild, Rough Days 8/24/2006
895. The Family Room. For Mary. 7/26/2006
896. 0031 Check-Off 8/1/2006
897. 0005 The Poetry Reading 11/8/2006
898. 0016 Orpheus - Or His Lute? 10/13/2006
899. 0009 A R T 10/6/2006
900. ! Evening Contentment: A Meal, A Temple 1/4/2007
901. ! In The Spirit Of Rumi - 7 3/24/2007
902. ! Clichés I Have Loved 7/14/2007
903. ! To, For, About, Because Of, Spike Milligan 7/30/2006
904. There Once Was A Poet Of Ireland, A Bore An' A Pest... 9/20/2005
905. 0082 The Myself Place 5/19/2005
906. Haiku For Poets 3/26/2005
907. 0007 War: One For Frank And Whomsoever 8/10/2006
908. 0230 Thanksoffering 4/13/2005
909. 0185 Political Incorrectness 4/2/2005
910. 0186 Praise 10/16/2004
911. 0119 You Great Ones 3/5/2006
912. 0075 The Connoisseur 1/10/2006
913. 0305 Dylan (1) 11/22/2005
914. 0093the Soul's Wedding Chamber 11/2/2005
915. 0105 To A Nam Vet 9/22/2004
916. 0183 Poem For Kay 2/3/2005
917. ! ! Dementia Remembered 12/31/2009
918. 0027 Dog And Man 3/9/2006
919. A Comment On The Ethics Of Millionaire Footballers 6/23/2006
920. ! Love You 10/11/2009

Comments about Michael Shepherd

  • Lare Austin (1/22/2005 12:06:00 PM)

    Hi Michael...I just read your poem, 'The Day'. Yes...life does continue to go on, despite our occasional personal flat tires....(I said that right...didn't I?) ...

    Lare Austin

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  • Lare Austin (12/29/2004 1:10:00 PM)

    Hi Michael...your piece, 'Just A Moment', says it all about those kind of days. You have a very gifted way with words. I look forward to an upcoming book from you.

    Your Friend in Poetry...

    Lare Joseph Austin

  • Darrell Rohling (12/26/2004 5:23:00 PM)

    Just read your 'Fingertip to Fingertip' poem, very nice. I thoroughly resonated with it's world-wide affirmation of connection...it is indeed a real thing, a miracle of our mdern age. Where would we be today if this form was available to Shakespear? Finally, this poem reminded me of mine entitled Face to Faith, if you recall that from your earlier gracious reading of my stuff...



  • David Keig (10/17/2004 7:51:00 PM)


    my thanks for your encouraging words about my poetry.....i only started writing this year after a 30+ year break since schooldays

    enjoying yr poetry too and good luck with the book of yr work that is to be published


  • Cj Heck Cj Heck (9/23/2004 3:55:00 PM)

    Hello Michael,
    I know I've been 'quiet', as you said in your warm note. I wish I could say it was a creative 'quiet', but it's a disgusted 'quiet'. This website is really beginning to bug me and I'm thinking of finding a new 'home' for my poetry. The pop-ups are incredibly annoying, the fact that you don't really have a place to post proper notes to people is annoying, and this latest problem with losing everything posted since June is the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back... if you would like to talk, my email is cjheck@barkingspiderspoetry.com.
    Take care, my poet friend.
    Warmest regards,

Best Poem of Michael Shepherd

Love Love Love

Oh it's so easy to say -

'Give what you think you lack -
You feel unloved? Then give love, and love, and love...'...

On the other hand -
Do you have any better advice?

Read the full of Love Love Love

Sonnet And Sonata

May sonnet ever match sonata form?
whose opening movement catches restless mind;
whose new and ever-fresh harmonious sound
puts spark in eye and ear, and feet on ground;

then, slower movement, drawing us to still peace,
takes mind within to where all movements cease;
murmuring all that inner nature knows,
restoring to our self its true repose.

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