Robert Sheridan


Robert Sheridan Poems

1. ǣ Ceallian Tð Ælmesse 7/28/2008
2. ‘not Nobody, Not No How’ 5/24/2008
3. 26 Years 7/22/2008
4. A Chance To See 1/30/2008
5. A White Rose 4/19/2008
6. Acronym Soup 6/12/2008
7. Aging Man 9/12/2008
8. Albeit 7/29/2008
9. Amnesty-Town Horror 2/8/2008
10. And Tenderly... 2/20/2008
11. Annual Review 2/29/2008
12. Anti/Piracy 7/25/2008
13. Applause 1/31/2008
14. Ark 5/23/2008
15. Aspire 1/31/2008
16. Backlash 5/3/2008
17. Banshee 8/13/2008
18. Bareknuckle 6/12/2008
19. Battered 6/4/2008
20. Battle Of The Herrings 2/12/2008
21. Begin The Waste-Treatment 2/13/2008
22. Bette Davis 6/14/2008
23. Beyond The See 1/31/2008
24. Bilge Water 8/19/2008
25. Blindsided 9/23/2008
26. Boomslang Snake 8/12/2008
27. Boxer Rebellion 2/8/2008
28. Brooklyn 5/29/2008
29. Burning The Candle At Both Ends 8/16/2008
30. By The Beautiful Disease 4/27/2008
31. Children At Play 4/18/2008
32. Chivalry 2/13/2008
33. Clear As Mud 7/30/2008
34. Clocks 2/13/2008
35. Close Proximity 4/27/2008
36. Clouded Judgment 9/16/2008
37. Comma’ Sutra 1/31/2008
38. Connected 9/11/2008
39. Consistency 5/29/2008
40. Constant Sorrow 1/31/2008
Best Poem of Robert Sheridan

Dark Becomes Dawn

Dark as pitch - Dawn spreads light
Dark as dead - Dawn expires graves
Dark withers - Dawn freshness wears
Dark un-paths - Dawn re-strides.

Dark dapples gray - Dawn paints days
Dark specters doubt - Dawn assuredness' gate
Dark limitless plain - Dawn corrals night
Dark swifts shadows - Dawn hastens un-obscures.

Dark dissolves pace - Dawn zeniths one's range
Dark devours - Dawn sun rises
Dark bends down relief - Dawn uplifts sight
Dark dismantles - Dawn scatters golden arrows.

Dark de-flames - Dawn matches day
Dark invisibles - Dawn globes ...

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Ghost

At first, a slight faint or trace
Then a displaced Civil War image
Reflected in a gold-framed mirror
Her body, not her soul, now nonexistent.

She moved from room to room noiselessly
No cold drafts, no sounds of footsteps
Glided along in her silken white dress
As to her beauty, I couldn’t help but notice

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