Robert Sheridan


Robert Sheridan Poems

81. Ice 2/29/2008
82. In The Shadows 1/31/2008
83. In The Thick Of Things 9/14/2008
84. Inside Love 2/19/2008
85. Isle Of Skye 2/3/2008
86. I'Ve Got A Secrete 8/17/2008
87. J. Fred Muggs 7/17/2008
88. Jump 5/30/2008
89. Lagoon Creature 2/12/2008
90. Lederhosen Movement 2/13/2008
91. Left Him Crying 2/14/2008
92. Left Lane 5/2/2008
93. Let It Down 7/18/2008
94. Listen To The Flowing River 1/31/2008
95. Looked Into The Sky 2/24/2008
96. Loretta Perfectus Walsh 7/24/2008
97. Love Me Two Times 2/15/2008
98. Love's Retreating 3/12/2008
99. Lufian Ðpeians 7/29/2008
100. Lumpenproletariat 6/11/2008
101. Maginal Line 2/19/2008
102. Maybe 2/12/2008
103. Memories Now Gone 9/12/2008
104. Metropolis 1/31/2008
105. Monopolized 7/12/2008
106. Morning Mist 2/3/2008
107. Mull 8/1/2008
108. Murderer’s Row 2/22/2008
109. Nantucket Sleigh Ride 1/31/2008
110. Nick-Knack Bushwhack 2/12/2008
111. Night Into Day/Goodnight Till The Morning Sun 2/8/2008
112. No More Sorrow 9/19/2008
113. No New Order Of Things 1/31/2008
114. Not A Monkey Man 5/29/2008
115. Not Dead 4/16/2008
116. Oedipus T - Rex 7/18/2008
117. Olly Olly Oxen Free 7/16/2008
118. On My Way Home 2/20/2008
119. One Childhood 9/17/2008
120. One Eye Blind 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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