R.I.P. Ted Sheridan... you were a wonderful poet (and mentor / encourager) to me... and when you told me after Hxx passed that *you were not much longer for this world yourself*... your brain was a goody... and sorely missed you will be by me... within within is wit... and fondly I remember it now... till the *next meeting* within the aroha... remembrances...
Ted Sheridan's redeeming virtues like his writing talent are real, not virtual. He stepped free of poetic mediocrity through a singular style and unique turn of phrase - all without pretention or ostentation. What you see is what you get - real observations, wit, wisdom and an inimitable verve. Rock on Ted! Regards, Ivan
Ahh...like a pint of ice cold Guiness in the middle of a heatwave. Or new shoes. Well, I might be exaggerating about that last one, but still, he a damned good poet - and a damned fine man to boot.
It is said that first impressions can be decieving. I came late to Ted's writing because I was off-line for a while.
Tara's comment says it all really.
For me personally, I find a warmth to Ted's poems. They have a modern approach and yet are overflowing with emotion. His talent seems to be natural, but this is not meant to blind one to the fact that Ted is disciplined in his approach.
Rarely have I seen sloppiness in Ted's works: his structures are fitting and no words seem to be wasted or put there for reasons of pretention.
I love to read this mans work. Straight from the hip. Blunt. Poetic. Engaging. Erudite. Miss him, miss out. Perfect poet. And I wasn't even going for alliteration, just admiration. t x
A Simple Twist Of Lemons
Like a blight of black flies darkness had consumed my world. A thousand mouths chewed my flesh as they buzzed my every thought with the pleasures of a loaded Thirty-eight and a liter of Imported Gin. A permanent release from pain was so simple,