Ted Sheridan Poems

There are many coffin shaped clouds in the sky this evening
Sailing the open blue like so many Viking funeral ships
Lit ablaze by the setting sun and leaving trails of cremated remains
For the white gulls on the wing as the fat lady sings sayonara
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The first few days of your death
begin to sink in, just about the time
you start to think.... maybe this is nothing
more than a very silly dream
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Someone please inform the Chef
The eel was a little tough, almost as tough as the rice
The shrimp smelled like an old lover of mine
Who had forgotten to remove her diaphragm
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I was taking a nap today around two
It was very hot but....I'd found some cool mud
And so I laid my hambones down with the other hogs.....
Made me feel thinner....
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The horrible truth about most wars
is that they are started by politicians
......fought by brave soldiers
......protested by cowards
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Iambic pentameters of junk and rhyme
Each being a measurement of distance and not of time
Matters not to me
As I count the stars I find...
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There are many poems to match with the titles in my head.
Years of thoughtless madness to edit and rework. In an
honest effort to make sense of my mere existence
while I’m stuck here on this planet Earth. (which is three fourths water)
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The cops were called because a woman in Apt 12A
said she heard a shot while she was ironing her husband's wife beater t shirts
She had just cut the volume of the old phone radio down because
the news was on and Rush Limbaugh had taken the day off again and
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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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