Michael Shepherd

Rookie (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

Rate This Poem - Poem by Michael Shepherd

I’d love to be inside the head
of the Phantom Oner as she
strikes again… with one deadly One,
cuts the previous ten right down
to a grovelling 5.5…

‘that’ll teach you, you big-headed smug,
with your groupies and brown-nosers; all your pissy posse…

and with one bound – I’m free!

No longer need I try to write
a poem rich in metaphor like some jewelled scabbard,
declaring sparkling wealth and power;
distracting from the question,
is the sharp sword, of discrimination,
still there, sharp, inside?

or a poem so full of music’s sound,
it sings itself into the mind
like leprechaun with emerald guile,
in the ear of sleeping child…

or, any other sort of poem –
I’m free … now I know I can
please everyone, someone, no-one.. on a scale
from nought to ten or should that be
from ten to nought?

I can now just be; be my one self…
write from the heart;
remembering that all others have a heart…so,
thanks, O noble one…

Comments about Rate This Poem by Michael Shepherd

  • (9/20/2007 8:11:00 AM)

    7.62 for the opening and 10 for the rest (Report)Reply

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  • (9/20/2007 6:50:00 AM)

    What's wrong with One? With only Nought added it is great, so it is great by Itself, personally I most dislike Two..... (Report)Reply

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  • (9/20/2007 5:39:00 AM)

    Oh go on, since you're grovelling, have a ten. (Hey, let's both get inside her head. There's plenty of space there, after all) . t x (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 20, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 10, 2011

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