Ted Sheridan Poems

All men must eventually be willing to fight
for their freedom; the alternative is to become
enslaved to another. There is no price too high
for what has been given by God to all men,
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In the United States of America last night
the two presidential candidates debated
with an obvious lackluster of intensity.
Between the two of them neither
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Poet, having read your words; I wanted you to know
that I can see the trees you planted as I chop down
the hardest wood for my fires. I used the vacated
bird nests you guarded like a fanatic steward for kindling;
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One lone honeybee, wings dancing in flight; circling
a small patch of clover with its senses all a buzz.
Signaling the distance and source of the precious sweet nectar,
it communicates with the colony, where the Queen snug in her hive,
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When I was a boy, life was simple,
television was in black and white; just like
the morning and evening newspapers were.
Both clear concise and to the point. They covered
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The path chosen has narrowed to a point;
not a point where I have come to the end
but rather to a point where I have
arrived at my new beginning…
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Questioning the Shepard about the numbers in his flock
And the salvations of some, while to others he appears not
Questioning the Fisherman on his abundant catch
And just how many souls does it take to fill his nets
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The mother spoke to her son
and said “Pray that you don’t grow up
to be just like your father.”
The father spoke to his son
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My smile looks like a dented Studebaker’s grill
from a bygone era; or more like the weathered picket fence
that poet Robert Frost never found the time to mend…
My nose has a hole from the cancer within
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