Biography of Ted Sheridan
I am and have always been a Conservative, and that one thing alone, in today's world is enough to start a war it seems, even within the borders of my own country.
My dreams are very simple...I dream of getting some serious sleep when my life here is finally over and when I awaken on the other side.
Ted Sheridan's Works:
Reliving Life in Short Sentences, (working title)
Ted Sheridan Poems
*a Devoted Gardener Of Love And Beauty
I looked upon her beauty as a flower I hesitated to pinch her from her stem Instead I planted myself next to her Where I too have flourished in a sense…..
The religious man may have a questionable retirement plan However, his devout faith in God
*ophelia The Madness
Here is where..... Madmen write verse for their amputated lovers with blue fountain pens and quills of clotted ink Scribbling morbid memories yellow with old malaria
20/20 The Blind Have No Trouble Seeing T...
Who can understand what we feel inside When we gaze into the eyes of the shadows
*what Makes You Cry?
What makes you cry? I pray it’s not always me As you have convinced me many times The real me
*john Doe 3: 16
In the Darkness Alone Under the investigation Of
A Lesson In Self Respect
Nobody gives a damn about you Until you pick up a gun or strap on a bomb And kill someone with your version of kindness Nobody gives a damn about you
* A New Member In God’s Gang
A drive by bullet Gently grazes your head You go into a sudden death spiral Your soul leaves
*relearning Life's Lessons In Short Sent...
i am too old to learn new tricks yet too young to forget the old tricks i am too old to care much about anything yet i am too young to stop caring entirely
*having A Sense Of Tumor
Today I had a short but very serious conversation with the tumor on the back of my head. Now the size of a nectarine, it has developed a mind of its own. It demands
A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The...
Welcome to the Colosseum Where pain is pleasure and it is our pleasure to be of service Lay back on the rack The waxing poetics are hot and the iced humor is very dry
I choked on the lie that had become me I choked on the confessional proclaiming My innocence when partaking in the Body of Christ It caught in my throat like a log in my eye
We die from within and just like our statues We dedicate to our eternal memory, So many trinkets sculpted From concrete, brass, plaster and wood.
A Family Of Fat Cats (Obesity In America...
There is an extremely fat man who lives in a gargantuan size house with his attractive but butterball wife and their two and one third kids
She kisses me with electronically
emailed but all too deadly kisses
She hugs me with caressing adjectives
and misplaced prepositions
She ties me up with my own
grammatical errors and misspellings
She finds me all to easy and willing......
Just like a bloodhound
she has followed my scent