Ted Sheridan Poems

expecting everything that comes out of his head
to be f 'in brilliant would be more than a little redundant
in theory if not down right ignorant of the reality
the dim bulb burned brightest at night with a glass of red wine
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he makes a great peanut butter sandwich
laying it on thick with the crunchy brand
his slick tongue becomes stuck to the roof of his lie
as he promises to you
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My daughter will be 21 years of age next week.
She is everything a man could ask for in a daughter;
smart, attractive, and just a trifle bit like her father.
Someone asked me if I was happy with her choices
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They are the blind who see, they are the deaf who hear and the mute who speak
They are the disadvantaged, the disabled and the challenged
They feel everything but remain unsure of what it is they have touched
They seek God but find evil in practically everything he created
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The trumpet lilies are silent with sadness
As the many weeping widows
With their folded flags
Leave red roses
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As a young boy of seven
My father who was an ex Marine
Took me aside and told me the facts of life
He thought I should know for my own protection
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Child of mine
Please never be afraid to fear
Fear the next book if you will
The next page or the last word
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Her life had always been one in which a door would close
And another door or two would open...
Today she awoke and sighed with defeated weakness....
Pale and mortally exhausted by her diseased beliefs
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If you never dive beneath the waters surface
You will never know what it was
That pulled you under
Take that deep breath and fill your lungs
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I know all too well that you try to push me away;
you always have and you always will. It is some kind
of insecurity issue you have, to see if I will leave
or let you go….and I know that you truly do, dislike yourself;
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