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0007: 2007 - Year Of Revolting Poets
2007, he said, was a memorable year for poetry.A world conference of poets heldsomewhere NewMex way, came to the viewthat the rhyming dictionary put..
© Michael Shepherd
0007 War: One For Frank And Whomsoever
There was peacebefore there was warthat's when two partiesfight for 'peace'and after the warthere are two losersthough one believes itselfthe..
© Michael Shepherd
0007 The Transcendent
'The Transcendent'...'The Metaphysical'...'The Higher Truth...'spooky words used byspooky people withspooky minds who belong tospooky organisations..
© Michael Shepherd
0007 Rilke On Solitude
If you notice that solitude is great,rejoice because of this.For what would solitude bethat had no greatness? There isbut one solitude, and that is..
© Michael Shepherd
0007 I Thought Of Her
and suddenly this morning, I thought of her;not in the Christmas way -thinking of you at this time,we must meet, sometime in the New Year…but with..
© Michael Shepherd
0007 Holding The World
and there’s this alleywayand a passage, then a door,ordinary, butthe pavement in front of ithas been carefully swept this morning;you came upon it by..
© Michael Shepherd
0007 Christmas At Guantanamo Bay
and yeah, I ate too muchbut this dreama guy in a red suitcame from a nowhere sorta somewhereright on midnight unlocked the gatesand I guess magicked..
© Michael Shepherd
0007 African Child
What's that dirty mark on the carpet in front of the TV, Mom?That's just a shadow from tne screen, dear.I feel sick, Mom, I must've eaten something..
© Michael Shepherd
0007 A Crocodile's Tears For Steve
I shall miss my pet human, Steve.I loved to play with him,hear the gasps from the watching millions,grinning my big toothy grin,stretching up to grab..
© Michael Shepherd
0006 The Constant Heart
The test is constancy –the proof, the constant heart.See that pair who walk across the park -from the back, it’s difficult to see their age –they..
© Michael Shepherd
0006 Saraswati
The name meanswisdom. Perhapswe should leave it there. Forthe human mind lovesto bring the heavenlydown to earth; then bury it:maybe not wisdom, did..
© Michael Shepherd
0006 Prayer For The Condemned
He’ll be the next to go.In the Condemned Block, over many years,he’s moved up the line; now he’s got that end cell.All legal processes have been..
© Michael Shepherd
0006 'Love Is Knowledge'
When first I saw you, I saw but your face;and felt for you, no more nor lessthan others of the human race;you were as other; that I must confess;and..
© Michael Shepherd
0006 If Only
If onlyeveryone about to pull the trigger of a gunimagined the shell hitting his own familywhat a worldif onlyeveryone remembered how they lovedtheir..
© Michael Shepherd
0006 A Thankyou To A Fellow Poet
This is a thankyou for your poemthough, it may not seem like that, to you -To be quite honest, I can't now quotea single word.. but all the same,I..
© Michael Shepherd
0006 Weasel Words
It’s such fun spotting them –this should be built into the syllabusof every English class: to con the cons;sharpens the mind, too –those words that..
© Michael Shepherd
0005 Totally Boring Poem
I’m totally bored by:poems that sound like other poemspoems that try to sound unlike any other poemspoets who never take riskspoets who think that..
© Michael Shepherd
0005 Letter To A Younger Poet
Thanks for your letter. Thoughyou’ve caught me at a rather awkward time –I’m going into surgery tomorrow – a ratherrisky op; so I’ll try to put all..
© Michael Shepherd
0005 A Shouting Poem
This is a SHOUTING poem.Not a gentle wildflower poemnot a whispering-of-love poemA SHOUTING POEM.This is a POSTER poem.Not a subtly persuading..
© Michael Shepherd
0005 'What Is There To Live For? '
and you asked this questionhalf-privately, half publicly, (so there's some hope then?)but we, knowing alas your high intelligence,must pause..
© Michael Shepherd
0005 The Poetry Reading
You’re two-thirds the way through.The corners of their mouths are turning down.Their eyes are filming over.Their shoulders are stiffening.They’re in..
© Michael Shepherd
0005 The Anvil Of His Mind
He’s a regular on the TV arts review slot;sitting there waiting his turn to speak,he projects plainspoken ordinary man,working class with..
© Michael Shepherd
0004 The World Has Lost The Ear For Rhyme
The world has lost the ear for rhyme.It still makes children squirm with pleasure;and from some witty pens and minds, its fireworks fizz;so, after..
© Michael Shepherd
0004 The Gifts Which Gifted On..
This is the story that the tribe,sitting together crosslegged,children at their feet,tell aboutthe first gifta man so loved his wifethat one day at..
© Michael Shepherd
0004 Rilke To A Young Poet 1
There is only one single way. Go into yourself.Search for the reason that bids you write;find out whether it is spreading out its rootsin the deepest..
© Michael Shepherd