Biography of Robert Sheridan
Writer, published author, humorist, poet...
Robert Sheridan's Works:
Bits and Pieces to Ponder
Robert Sheridan Poems
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.
ǣ Ceallian Tð Ælmesse
(a call to alms) fðlmes ðf þæt giernans (hands of the beggars)
The Boston Tea Party
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,
A White Rose
Reverence and humility A rose without thorns Purity and brightness; You’re telling someone
But damned close Medical science has predetermined Maybe a flu, maybe an infection Paragon of salutary well-being
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;
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;
The Luck Of The Irish
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.
Loretta Perfectus Walsh
She saw a 1917 recruitment poster for the United States Navy - yeoman meant women; Loretta joined; then she became the first active duty
Hatfield’s & Mccoy’s
1878 – 1891 American lore Bitterly feuding – a metaphor Hatfield’s – West Virginia; the McCoy’s – Old Kentucky region
Sherman’s March To The Sea
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.
Isle Of Skye
Mesolithic hunter-gatherers Occupants rock-sheltered Famine & clearances the latter Depleted populace no census
Pigs Don’t Know Pigs Stink
A strong, offensive smell Offensive to all honesty Disgusting odor – inferior; Amateurish performances
A Chance To See
Born to me a vision from afar
You emerged from a longing
Awakened as from a deep dream
A vision of my world renewed
Taken by the light in your smile
Could never go back, the past reconciled
You reached out with your hand
No obstacle to discourage you