Ted Sheridan Poems

Whether the government declares a war on poverty
or drugs; homelessness or mortgage fraud; terrorism
or imperialism, “The People” are always the losers
and when “The People” lose; the war then becomes a war
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Moving like scurrying mice undercover
the cancers that ate half of my nose for lunch
now share a rented room on the back of my head.
Where they have developed another attack plan
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Tantamount
To the wind playing war games with my hair
or the hard rain scrubbing my face raw of flesh;
to that of the sun leaving me hot under the collar
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I hurt because she hurts though my pain is nowhere near as severe.
With her eyes filled with tears; her heart fears this is all we have left.
The pain of that tarnishes, once bright golden years;
the torture of growing old, has robbed us both
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We found an egg that hatched a chicken
Then that chicken laid another egg
and that egg hatched a chicken until one day;
twenty four chickens and many, many eggs later
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This old dog
has not one substantial leg left
on which to run
Neither to fight or chase
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A proud young Osprey stands on the top rung
of the tall satellite tower; perched and guarding
his family’s nest. Spring has brought his migrational return
just as it had done with his father and his father’s father
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11: 11 and on God’s dime
I borrow a prayer from my childhood
and I ask him to forgive me
for every bad thing I’ve ever done.
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When I was a young man; my days yet unnumbered.
I lived my life as if I was never going to die. But now
even if I should live forever; I’m still down to such
a precious few and I owe it to those who’ll survive me
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He likes the tone of this one, but not entirely sure; it could be
a little tighter or maybe more to the point. Loose in its construction
the poem fell apart for him in the end; however the good news is
that the majority of the time, he usually hates what he reads….
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