Ted Sheridan Poems

I found God as a child; then as a soldier,
a husband, a father and now as I approach
an end to my life in the jungle...it is not Darwin
but God,
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It was when she first felt that maybe he
no longer loved her the way she wanted,
that she stopped loving him the way she had.
He had no idea that things had changed between them
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The questions you ask young lady, young man
of our nation and my generation, is nothing unexpected.
Just like the blood our dead brothers and your forefathers shed;
they have and always will beg to be given answers.
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By now the lump, that only six months ago
had started out as a possible zit on the top of my head
has reached the size of a small Brussels sprout;
and it’s too bad because I like Brussels sprouts
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He left the house this morning early and bright as the Glock stuck 9mm
Cheerfully he shot and killed eight people and wounding two as his aim
Was slightly off
Reloading as the cops arrived
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The wine bottle is empty on the table
The candles have burned down to their holders
The house's lone cockroach is standing next to the leftover parsley potatoes yawning...
The old man has gone to bed early for a change
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The wind was kicking up from the Northwest
Storm clouds gathered to section off the Sun
Intense displays of furious pyrotechnics flashed brilliantly
From the mouth of the dark beyond
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The long and the short of it is....
By definition of being a narcissist
If it isn't about you then it must be about me or Bukowski
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I was gone for weeks this time and nobody missed me
It was just like the last time when I disappeared
Into the deep dark and dangerous jungle for a year
And when I finally emerged alive and well
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It is a dig to be remembered
Dark thick and wet in reality
The grave difference in texture
Between life and death
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