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Best Poems From
TED SHERIDAN
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*A Devoted Gardener of Love and Beauty
I looked upon her beauty as a flower
I hesitated to pinch her from her stem
Instead I planted myself next to her
Where I too have flourished in a sense
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Dedicated to my wife
2008 ©TS
Ted Sheridan
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*For a Friend in Time of Her Constant Sorrow
My dear friend, but for clouds in your eyes;
The sun failed to rise. But rise it did today,
Just as it always has and always will.
The sunshine and light you seek is not to be found
Even on the fairest of days, but rather it can be found
In the heart, where your Joy has retreated for protection
For a safe haven given its constant overexposure.
You give joy with every kind act you perform, and
With every smile you so freely provide to all,
Yet the one thing you are missing in your life
Is a true love of your very own. You search for this love
In the morning sun, when perhaps the lover you seek
Can be found standing in an evening rain,
His eyes beaming with the love he brings
T.S.2009 ©
Ted Sheridan
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*Knock, knock
We die from within and just like our statues
We dedicate to our eternal memory,
So many trinkets sculpted
From concrete, brass, plaster and wood.
We rot; inside, outwards
And so when Death
Is finally displayed on our faces,
Our friends
Are suddenly free to express with sheer amazement
That they never really knew us
All that well
2009 © T.S.
Ted Sheridan
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A Junkie's Lament Over Having Been an Opportunist Like Cleopatra
Her life had always been one in which a door would close
And another door or two would open...
Today she awoke and sighed with defeated weakness....
Pale and mortally exhausted by her diseased beliefs
Not even a window of opportunity was to open
For as is with everything in life....
She had reached the very end....
Beyond which she herself had believed nothing existed
All doors to her tomb had now been sealed___
(2007)
Ted Sheridan
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