Robert Sheridan Poems

O, Friends! Not these clothes!
But let us wear more pleasant apparel!

Joy, o wondrous suspenders,
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Mary didn’t, but had a lamb
Black spider’s web site for a fly
Whaler’s wife in black – walk
Single death – a baker’s dozen
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No flowers in view – only
black roses now grow
peering through coal dusted
snow – footprints leave an
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An imaginary line attributed by the
living to, 'Here you go dead...'
Excepting of course certain clean-cut
folks as-it might be unwise...
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At first fog and mirrors - nothing reflected
At first emotions didn't run deep -shallow at best
At first - was looking for someone to make me complete
At first some doubt - led to much confusion
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She gives me everything
And tenderly she whispers
I'm sorry if I caused you pain
Somehow nothing is missed...
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Nothing in common - uncommon
Wasted affection - it's the little things
Appear to be listening - falls on deaf ears
Think by the inch - talk by the yard
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To one thing constant - murmured
One foot in the sand - one in quicksand
Ups & downs in life - refractured
Expressionless - know how to cry
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First an acquaintance
Then goods friends
Get to the
point – unhinge my
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Tempered by scant hope,
nothing more than one –
dimensional intrusiveness, it’s
meritless at best – not
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