Michael Shepherd Heart Poems

Oh it's so difficult
to love the frugal

the heart
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Christmas is a-comin’ – but
this goose is gettin’ thin…

why do I feel I’m in the dock
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The test is constancy –
the proof, the constant heart.

See that pair who walk across the park -
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sometimes,
some wonder times,
I read a poem here and
instantly want, because
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Brothers – sisters – do our years last?
Day by day, they slip away…
those which were, no longer are;
those to come are not yet here.
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A gentle touch upon the forearm
with a hand, gloved or warm with life,
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Jane Austen’s heroines –(ah, dearest Jane…)
knew a thing or two –
show a man you have a mind,
and you may catch his heart..
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Those you love. Those
you have loved. Those
who love you.
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Somehow, the words of Hesychius
have reached us after more than a thousand years
and from a desert place, Mount Sinai;
where he was famed for ‘breathing Jesus’
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In silence, every song that’s sung
is as a wheatgrain in the hand;
known in wonder, love and awe;
its essence more than human sound;
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How many centuries of centuries and trust
did it take the lotus
to take that crazy jump
from the known earth to unknown laws of water –
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The inhabitants are rightly proud –
let’s take the guided tour…

they show you first (they’ve never been inside,
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Is there music always in the heart?
Does it sing a fresh yet endless song?
There are times I'm sure it must be so.
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