Robert Sheridan

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Dark as pitch - Dawn spreads light
Dark as dead - Dawn expires graves
Dark withers - Dawn freshness wears
Dark un-paths - Dawn re-strides.

(a call to alms)

fðlmes ðf þæt giernans
(hands of the beggars)

The moment we wake up
Before we put on our war-paint make up
We say a little anti-British prayer for you
While combing our Indian wigs now,

Reverence and humility
A rose without thorns
Purity and brightness;
You’re telling someone

A certain noise, a vain of laughter - comes
The folly of my wisdom hears their applause
Clapping, clapping - the thunder of a mischievous one
Spiteful people gain your attention through fear, not through love;

A famine, then its aftermath
Happened between ’45 & ‘51
Caused initially by a spud blight
One potato, two potato, three potato more.

Once a upon a time, there was a Rebellion quite Chinese
Took place from November 1899 to September 1901 A.D.
The Boxers were considered somewhat anti-foreign –
When worn next to sensitive skin caused chaffing & itching.

She saw a 1917 recruitment poster
for the United States Navy - yeoman
meant women; Loretta joined; then
she became the first active duty

1878 – 1891 American lore
Bitterly feuding – a metaphor
Hatfield’s – West Virginia; the
McCoy’s – Old Kentucky region

In 1864 we took a little trip
Along with General Sherman near the mighty Mississippi
We took a little hardtack and we took a lotta beans
And we caught the Confederacy in Savannah – there were a lot of screams.

Mesolithic hunter-gatherers
Occupants rock-sheltered
Famine & clearances the latter
Depleted populace no census

A strong, offensive smell
Offensive to all honesty
Disgusting odor – inferior;
Amateurish performances


The light we once had has
now turned into the darkest
shade of gray - has painted
a picture that would envy

Its rudder runs through the morning grass
In its wake, the dew a sea of tranquility;
Its early gray aura taps at window panes
As to Morse code a waking message;

Set himself up
to be vulnerable
over & over again
kept letting another


Around the world in circles turning
Earning what we can
Take a chance to light another’s day
Before their lives are blotted out

American physician/hung in Pentonville Prison –
London, England on November 23rd, year 1910
for the murder of his un-beloved, & lovely wife
She mysteriously disappeared in January of that

“If I don’t stand for something,
I’ll fall for everything” – no
substitutes, no exchanging;
Tired of being a giver – will

Stacked on grocery shelves – kids view
Hallucinatory quality of a milk dream
Oddly shaped sizes floating in the bowl
Don’t want the breakfast of champions –

But damned close
Medical science has predetermined
Maybe a flu, maybe an infection
Paragon of salutary well-being

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Dark Becomes Dawn

Dark as pitch - Dawn spreads light
Dark as dead - Dawn expires graves
Dark withers - Dawn freshness wears
Dark un-paths - Dawn re-strides.

Dark dapples gray - Dawn paints days
Dark specters doubt - Dawn assuredness' gate
Dark limitless plain - Dawn corrals night
Dark swifts shadows - Dawn hastens un-obscures.

Dark dissolves pace - Dawn zeniths one's range
Dark devours - Dawn sun rises
Dark bends down relief - Dawn uplifts sight
Dark dismantles - Dawn scatters golden arrows.

Dark de-flames - Dawn matches day
Dark invisibles - Dawn globes light
Dark unfolds dark dreams - Dawn un-sanctions screams
Dark submissively retires - Dawn crimson splendor.


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Jamie Vanecek 11 October 2009

What poem did Robert Sheridan write with the verse Why don't you come into my garden, I would like my roses to look at you

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