Ted Sheridan

The Incompetence Of A Near Sighted Incubus - Poem by Ted Sheridan

The noisome breath of his unbridled hatred
wilts even the healthiest of Life's vines
as with his deeds of compounded madness

he unfurls upon us yet another barrage__
Behold his snakelike form and lack of spine
as he slithers in your unprotected door

leaving within his tracks the secreted slime
of half digested truths and lies__
Then with his sticky tongue he licks your chin

begging you to let him stay
for without your confused subsidies
he would be reduced to nothing more

than one more pile of excrement
with a long protuding tongue

Comments about The Incompetence Of A Near Sighted Incubus by Ted Sheridan

  • (2/4/2007 11:18:00 AM)

    Your imagery is outstanding. And of course, the metaphors:
    'snakelike' is one that really stands out with no room for doubt as to its meaning. I have read this poem many times and enjoyed more with each read.

    Thanks for submitting this, a rose among many thorns.


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  • Linda Ori (2/4/2007 10:45:00 AM)

    Interesting image conjured up by this piece of work, Ted. Love the imagery - reminds me of some of my old boyfriends! LOL! JK!

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 4, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 8, 2011

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