Michael Shepherd

Rookie (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

Michael Shepherd Poems

1681. ! Baby Love, Maybe Love 1/12/2006
1682. 0021 Football's New Rules 11/14/2006
1683. Apollo Is Alive And Well And Living In Suburbia... 8/19/2007
1684. Seeking Metaphor 4/25/2007
1685. ! ! This Is A Shouting Poem 2/15/2005
1686. 0402 The Footballers' Bible 6/14/2006
1687. ! The First Bike 3/24/2005
1688. ! ! Two Birds On The Same Tree 7/20/2008
1689. Love Love Love 9/29/2004
1690. ! ! Metaphors, Similes And Stuff - Pooh Bear Explains 3/3/2005
1691. Excuses, Excuses... 2/4/2005
1692. 0020 Finger Lickin' Blood 4/17/2005
1693. ! A Grief Ago 3/4/2005
1694. ! Travelling With Robert Frost 2/18/2007
1695. ! A Wish 1/29/2005
1696. ! Metaphor 6/7/2005

Comments about Michael Shepherd

  • Lare Austin (2/4/2005 2:22:00 PM)

    Hi Michael...I just read 'She Of The Happy Sky'....I very much enjoyed this read...very well done...very good story telling...

    Lare

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  • Michael Shepherd (1/28/2005 6:48:00 AM)

    thanks guys for all the kind words. It's so good to know one's poetry is read, right?

    point of this comment - I feel strongly that we should praise each others' work - when we get the urge - by saying how much we enjoy it. Not how 'good' it is.
    'good', 'excellent' etc read like teachers' reports and can seem slightly, er, patronising, generalised. etc.?

  • 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

  • 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)

    Michael,
    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...

    regards,

    Darrell

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

    michael

    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

    david

  • 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,
    CJ

Best Poem of Michael Shepherd

! Metaphor

A pretty girl
is like a simile
and vice-a-versa
so I'd say
for like the sunlight it
delights our so prosaic day

and life is better for
a metaphor
when apposite
to what you write

the first I used
that made some sense
came out of childish
innocence

before I read
the word in prose
I thought that what
just goes and goes

was 'dire rear' -
not too bad
as an idea
for a nappy-happy lad?

Read the full of ! Metaphor

0030 Breasts

I’ve only got to say the word…and
I can hear the male murmur murmur right now
mixed with a hurhur hurhur as of naughty boys…
suddenly lips and fingers have their vivid, hungry memories…
while ladies have their own reactions
not unaware of the murmur hurhur and the fact
that some men think they own these, ungifted, as of right…

and some of us, perforce, have memories as intimate,

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