Ted Sheridan Poems

She used to make him smile brightly
but now she leaves him bleeding profusely from the pen__
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My wife and I went to the nursery to look at the many mums
Even though she claims to dislike them all
Almost as much as begonias
But mums are to fall what pansies are to winter
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Casting his artificial lure out on the surface of the water
The man envisions the depths of his surroundings and his being
Looking beneath the obvious ripples and turmoil of fishing
He reads the undercurrents and eddies of catching
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The clouds which of late have all but forgotten
What rain is and where it comes from
Spit some strange mixture or form of precipitated pollution
On our freshly washed and clean car
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For many years I was in business
And I wasn’t the least bit emotional about it
It was all about profit and loss
Bottom lines and not last lines
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She told me my green urine was disgustingly vulgar
And she found my mere mention of it to be distasteful
Forget about the fact that I made reference to it only
As a metaphor to describe the facts as they be
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This woman has only Ravens for friends
She talks to them through the foggy wired windows of her room in the morgue
They gaggle back like gossiping black geese in the surrounding trees
As she reads aloud for them from the tear stained pages of her “autobioautopsy”
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Genius is a word often attributed to undeserving albeit brilliant people
But the word should be reserved for those who are insane
For they are the smartest amongst all so called
With their coruscations of angst and ire
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It is raining today and it is one of those rainy days where you either forget
that it is raining out of doors or you are surprised by the deluge of water
beating against the outside walls of your afforded protective covering
At the present it is the later which gives me pause and lets me off the hook
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Explain to me in a voice I can comprehend
Preferably a human one
The kind of man you are
Because I see a beast of a controller
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