Michael Shepherd

Rookie (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

! Poet Takes Count In Last Round - Poem by Michael Shepherd

Sometimes the last line
comes out of the blue -
one to the solar plexus,
an uppercut;
you never saw them coming;
you don't remember after that..

you're flat on the canvas,
knowing you've been put in place;
'Poet loses title-fight,
clean KO in the 12th...'

When it came to the punch,
the poem knew best - you, you were nowhere.

I'll say this - you know class
when you see it.


Comments about ! Poet Takes Count In Last Round by Michael Shepherd

  • (11/4/2007 9:34:00 AM)


    I know class when I see it. t x (Report) Reply

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  • (11/4/2007 9:26:00 AM)


    If I only knew where they came from Michael I would have gone there more often.and been floored more often a l (Report) Reply

  • Elysabeth Faslund (11/4/2007 9:15:00 AM)


    And you KNEW this made terrific sense when you wrote it! ! It is Thanksgiving Turkey Good! ! ! xxElysabeth (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 4, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011


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