Robert Sheridan Poems

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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There was an Old Man from Ghana
Who liked to sit on his veranda
But his derriere got sore, was quite mythed
So his wife said, “Go see a proctologist! ”
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Speculation, imagination, a fabricated event
Conclusions reached, some however, remained unconvinced
Suburbia got its name from its false hopes builder
Mass produced, widely regarded, postwar for certain.
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Silvery creature brushed with brown
Strived to surpass man 'cause it couldn't drown
Not a minority group that could be stereotyped
Swam with muskrats & snapping turtles - knew its place.
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Vanquished - consumed by regrets/regrettable
Shake hands with icy fingers - stay lit/belittled
Lead in hot irons - scorched by more fires/tangibles
Life flickered out – light of their face/dispersed
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Digging the body of the adulterer
Addition saved me from the humility
My parts offered me repentance
An inconvenience of violins;
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Conspicuous dominance
Virtue of simplicity
Duplicate to disambiguate
Mimicry a passion;
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Propositioned passions torment me
Conversation dulls me to inner wit
Why do I listen to thee in solitude?
Hope laid waste like winter solstice
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Motion me
Wings emerge
Enmity flung aside
Hammer and anvil
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