Robert Sheridan


Robert Sheridan Poems

161. Slumber 10/8/2008
162. Softly 1/31/2008
163. Solitude 1/31/2008
164. Sounder 6/4/2008
165. Spider 5/22/2008
166. Splenda 2/15/2008
167. Storm Upon The Dunes 1/30/2008
168. Strictly Nine 8/29/2008
169. Summit 2/1/2008
170. Surge 1/31/2008
171. Surreal 5/29/2008
172. Survivor 4/18/2008
173. Swamp 2/1/2008
174. Swamp 1 2/8/2008
175. Sweet Summer Rain 7/5/2008
176. Sweet Talking 2/20/2008
177. Swing 1/31/2008
178. Sympathy 2/15/2008
179. Synthetic Rainbow 2/29/2008
180. Templar Knights 2/1/2008
181. Ten Years After 8/8/2008
182. The Boston Tea Party 2/1/2008
183. The Dark Side Of The Backyard 4/29/2008
184. The Dust Bunnies Hour 5/2/2008
185. The Flying Dutchman 9/15/2008
186. The French & Indian Oar 5/21/2008
187. The Gauntlet, Again 10/8/2008
188. The Jersey Shore Shark Attacks 2/1/2008
189. The Luck Of The Irish 5/2/2008
190. The Mighty Thumb 9/2/2008
191. The Milky Way 1/31/2008
192. The Morn 1/31/2008
193. The Night 2/8/2008
194. The 'Pen' Is Mightier Than The Thwart 8/14/2008
195. The Poetry Man 2/17/2008
196. The Ravin’ Lunatic 2/1/2008
197. The Rough Riders 4/30/2008
198. Third Rail 8/27/2008
199. Tin Lizzie 2/14/2008
200. Touchable 6/13/2008
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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