Best Sheridan Poems
While reading the delightful novels of *Maugham
My mind drifted to the enchanting streets of Paris.
Teaching the plays of Moliere, my *roamings started
Over entrancing *National theatre of Paris, or the Globe
Next day reading aloud the poem “My luv was like a red…”
The captivating poem of the bard Robert Burns of *Eyre
Shifting to Dublin to feel the romance of *the Abbey
And the play School for Scandal of Richard Sheridan.
There are patterns and patterns of fascinating dreams
And I knew creativity and genius don’t come from patterns
Like Mark Twain I had no unpleasant or stressful situations
As is said daydreaming or dreams deride non-productive pastime
But can be constructive in some contexts of fine arts or science
Proved to be a enrapturing realities in the later years of my life
Visiting all the dreamed-of-places of my day-dreaming raptures.
But still daydreaming has not left me as I have still dreams of
Visiting the entrancing lands of Anna Karenina and *Nora Helmer.
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Six place win
Contest: Any Poem Goes
* The Roamings is the title of my book published in 2001
* Somerset Maugham, the great novelist
*National Theatre of Paris where Moliere acted and wrote.
*Eyre the birth place of Burns I visited in 1989
*The Abbey in Ireland as famous as The Globe of London
*Mark Twain has written about a tragic incident while daydreaming.
While reading the ADMIRABLE novels of *Maugham
My mind drifted to the enchanting streets of Paris.
Teaching the plays of Moliere, my roamings started
Over CAVING *National theatre of Paris, or the Globe.
Next day reading aloud the poem “My luv was like a red…”
The captivating poem of the bard Robert Burns of *Eyre
Shifting to Dublin to feel the BOUNTY of *the Abbey
And the play School for Scandal of Richard Sheridan.
There are patterns and patterns of fascinating dreams
And I knew creativity and genius do face monolith
Like Mark Twain I had no unpleasant or stressful HOVELS
As is said daydreaming or dreams are derided zarebas
But can be constructive in some contexts of fine arts or science
Proved to be TRANSPARENT realities in the later years of my life
Visiting all the dreamed-of-places of my day-dreaming raptures.
But still daydreaming has not left me as I have still dreams of
Visiting the entrancing lands of Anna Karenina and *Nora Helmer.
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Date:2-4-14
Form: Free Verse
Eighth Place win
Contest by Shadow Hamilton
The movements of others to far away lands
Drifted into American folklore, within histories hands
Fur trappers they started many centuries ago
In a country to become as the years truly flowed
Centennial by centennial, amidst wars between they
Slowly they emerged into cattle driven play
The vast expanses of prairies so green
Lured Barons of the beast to their riches they always dreamed
Herds in vast amounts recreating the Bison's exist
Where they eventually replaced in numbers, in numerous consist
The eventuality of the Iron Horse, opened these lands up even more
Sheridan, White Oaks even Tombstone, led to street filled open sores
The James Gang and William Bonney, are two that history has shown
No care for what they declared that the Wild West was their throne
The sad thing about the cowboy era, is in the scenery that was left behind
On many a prairie from their past, where greed has left them so blind
We have the opportunity to look back and rewind, for hindsight allows us to do
So many were never ever heroes, just what do we find in them so true
Just for a moment to the future, whilst countries in our time have been invaded
They are the modern Indigenous, like the past, the cowboys left degraded
The above are written from my heart, if you know me you will know me to be true
For if I was born to the Indigenous, to your ancestors, I'd stand in front of you
because
we don't need anyone to be with us at that moment,
because
it is so intimate,
too intimate,
only
maybe
we”ll need some little breeze touching the chin or forehead,
i would prefer calm rain
as if someone still wants to cry for me like in old times,
like when people were dressed up in black and carried handkerchiefs in their pockets, and someone would take out his handkerchief from the pocket
and wipe his eyes and nose,
maybe
the sun will rise
or
come down with me,
i won't mind; a few little birds chirping up in the air, so
i can still breathe in the grassroots and
listen to the winds before the rains
after, because it is so intimate
i will close my eyes and leave
on my own
without thinking of you,
and probably that would be it
You never know how winning feels until you lose, you never know how love feels until you're
heart broken, you never know how it feels to live until you're on your death bed, and you
never know how wonderful the truth is until someone has lied to you. Right now I'm doing
something I don't usually do, I'm apologizing. I say she lied, but by stating that I broke my
honesty by doing the one thing I said I would never do, hurt her. See what I thought what
was the truth and she thought was the truth was the same thing, but in the end two different
lies came out of it. Two lies that we were forced to live with because it was the truth. I know
once Suave and the rest of ColdCash see this they gone be pissed, but I broke a promise that
I vowed to keep forever. All I have in this world is my balls and my word, and I broke my
word because of the anger that built up inside of me. That's no excuse because I've always
been a man of my word before, but this time I felt as if being the bigger person was
overrated. Sure I do feel like she lied to me and I do feel as if she is fake by doing so
because of the things she said to me before, but that's not gonna change the fact that I love
her with all my heart, it's not gonna change the fact that I broke a promise, and it's also not
gonna change the past. I was told as a young man by my father to live life freely however
you please, and don't ever regret a decision you have made, just let it happen and don't look
back. Now I see that he was incorrect in that statement because if you love someone or
something you are willing to bust your balls, break your word, and stomp your own pride just
to make that person happy. So there it is the truth THE COMPLETE TRUTH, and today I'm
saying that I apologize Sheridan because even tho I felt you were wrong and you lied I lied in
the process, but what I'm stating is the truth. I will always love you no matter what.
Waves of blue extend as far as the eye can see
raising high above the leafless treetops I dwell
a turquoise statue rests in the parkway
broken kneecaps and fingers but I don't know who
is attributed this honor dressed in flags of red
I close my eyes and imagine the battle scar
at Fort Sheridan where settlers dreams came true
A black bird glides down upon this glory
the sun starts shining through the clouds
and my thoughts wander to visions of you
the sky tonight is green
as if
the darkness falls, upon awakening from one dream to another,
swallowing our hearts
to make stars
without fear to taste the hights,
without hearts, we turned yellow like corn on the side of the road,
in the distance
skilled stripper, aurora borealis sheds her clothes,
astonished
i watch her
the drums ruffle its feathers
like a sleepy bird
the sky reddened by so much night
falls&sleeps on the branches
souls occupy themselves with trifles
WW1 WISCONSIN FOLKS MEANING THE PRISN SYSTEM IS CONTROLLED BY CORRUPTION CROOKED COPS MEXICAN QUEEN PIN DEALERS WW1 MEANING GANGSTER DISCIPLES THE 1 REPRESNT CITY FOLKS THE PITCH FORK YOU CAN VISIT THE WALLS BEHIND BARS STILL COVERED WITH VOMIT BLOOD SHT AND PISS AS CORRUPTION FALSE ARREST FALSE ACCUSE FINALLY GIVE FALSIFIED STATEMENTS IN ORDER TO BRUTALIZE DISABLED PERSONS BEHIND BARS IN WISCONSIN PRISON STSTEM LAME DUCK SOCIETY CORRUPTION COPS ARE SENT OUT TO DELIVER TERRORISTS THREATS RATHER 1810 SHERIDAN ROAD WHERE ARSON MURDERS ARE COVERED GANG LEADERS ARE HIRED TRANSFERRED TO WISCONSIN UNDER THE GARGANO HAYES MILWAUKEE DRUG TRADE CONTROLLING WHO GETS STABBED WHO IS FOUND DEAD IN HOTELS BULLYING INTIMATION BADGERING TAUNTING DOMESTIC TERRORISTS BRUTALITY ACROSS COUNTRY ORGANIZED CRIME RICO VIOLATION GANG RELATED COPS INTIMATION FOR QUEEN PIN VENEZUELA MEXICO SENDING OUT THREATS FROM PRISON BY CORRUPT COPS BEING I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS AND GANG LEADERS WW1 FOLKS WAUPUN WISCONSIN TORTURE CHAMBERS OFFICER MEXICAN 1980 BURGULARS OBSESSED WITH MY GRANDFATHER SERVING IN ROME ATTEMPTS TO IMPERSONATE ME WITH MEXICAN IMMIGRANT IMPOSTERS JAMAICAN DEALERS SCUM SCUFFING UP MY BEDROOM DOORS BREAKING INTO MY HOME VIOLATING OUR HUMAN CIVIL RIGHTS FOR GANG RELATED COPS HELPING THE GANGSTER DISCIPLES FROM WISCONSIN NO FEAR OF DOMESTIC TERRORISTS ON AMERICAN SOIL YOU DON'T GET TO TERRORIZE ME YOU DON'T GET TO EXTORT MY AMERICAN POETRY CORRUPTION ORGANIZED CRIME DIRTY JUNK SICK COPS AND THEIR VIOLENT OFFENDERS HOUSED IN THE WISCONSIN WOMANS PRISON LOOKING FOR GET OUT OF JAIL FREE CARDA BY FALSIFYING BULLSHT WORKING FOR WISCONSIN GANGS YOU ARE SCUM OF THEE EARTH GOD BLESS AMERICA
Boris the brave kneels at the feet of the remnants of his castle’s gate.
The battle was rough, and he wonders now if he might be too late.
Where are the ladies in waiting? What of the queen?
The Wayfarer army was the toughest one the knights had ever seen.
Village is in ruins. The townspeople are probably in the hills or worse.
Boris kneels in confusion, and spies a tiny velvet embroidered purse.
There is a note inside, written in a hand he recognizes right away.
We are in Sheridan Valley, we left the eighth eve of May.
Two knights soon join him, and kneel at his left side.
They are also of the round table, beside him they always ride.
He senses them as they drop a knee and gives praise to Yost his God.
That he has spared the life of his pals Sir Frederick and Sir Bod.
Boris gives thanks to the gods that his lady had the presence of mind.
To leave this tiny bit of hope for him and her cherished purse behind.
He heads out toward Sheridan with hope in his heart that is pure.
Of course he is carrying the favorite purse of his darling Lady Cure.
THE SECRET WITHIN
Eyes
- dark, seductive
Glancing at each face
with the hint of a smile
Body
- sylphlike splendor
Floating like an ocean liner
on calm seas at twilight
She is the center of attention
gliding effortlessly
across the room.
Men drawn in by those hypnotic eyes.
What secret do they hold?
Beneath that lush exterior
is a drag queen I am told.
Marion Sheridan
Ravagers of Poesy,
spear points of denial
Mongol hordes of fancied verse,
spewing dense and vile
Free words they herd together,
to drive toward a cliff
Trampled once they hit the ground
—by verbal hippogriffs
(Buffalo Jump-Sheridan Wyoming: July, 2019)
Arson not ruled out as Emco chemicals are being tossed all over the north Chicago cab company on Sheridan road where the contents of the tailor shop was being stored remembering Tony Boloney Anton Goracia North Chicago cab driver the many days nights spent after the arson murder of 8 wow 1984 Christmas Eve history repeating itself march 1998 fire blazes to cover the tailor shop contents amazing how to get away with arson murder of 9 use emco chemicals petroleum camphor the blazer and there you have do you sew the fbi questions what do you know about arson murders payoffs bribes during elections choose your fire chief watch the fires ignite and keep your mouth shut for 40 years eyes wide shut pay corruption I wore wires pregnant for the Fbi this covered up arson murder of 9 persons today I am blessed I survived the car bomb meant to silence me while they try and rule out arson again
The last of the bread bakes silently in the oven,
as feelings stir warmly inside my heart
The smell and the aroma, an invitation to greatness,
as the temperature rises—announcing I’m done
Loaves cook in the silence of a sweeter deliverance,
letters rising as words, their meaning devours
The invitations to the meal have all been sent out,
and responded to
The cook may go home, the feast now leavened,
has begun
(Telluride Colorado: 10:00 p.m. Sheridan Hotel, May, 1996, rewritten August, 2011)
Right on time, the snowflakes, under Chicago
street lights, smiled and pranced!
For on a blind date, I was wishing for romance!
The warmth of Cindy Sue's Restaurant on
Sheridan Road was such a glowing treat!
Oregano, garlic, sizzng meats, until that
momemt when our eyes did first meet.
The entire world, did indeed, a ghost become.
When first I gazed on you, our souls melded as one.
Here I was, knowing in seconds this was the man,
I would indeed, with certainty, marry.
I held no doubts, not any!
You graciouslly drove me home to Sauganash.
My soul and yours, forever, magically attached.
Of course, we eloped to the City by the Bay!
And in City Hall, our humble vows did say.
The fog horns of the city still do nightly sing.
You have passed and I still wear your wedding ring.
Thank you for a terrifically, artistic life!
So honored, was I, to be your loving wife.
In heaven, I hope you can read this poem.
And please, do welcome me, when I come home!
1/1/2021
4am PST
~Dedicated to my deceased husband~
Special Agent Kevin Dreary was very shy red hair eyes reminded me of Prince Harry he was very eager but this could have got me killed he teamed up with my brother in law Sgt Baker in Nashville crazy how the federal bureau of investigation planted itself in my family I am truly blessed at any rate Kevin was wrote into the investigation into bumpin audio officer Walter Barnett I was actually working attending classes at Barrett college Fort Sheridan Army base having family in the justice department keeps me in a peaceful state of mind I was seven months pregnant buying pagers for the Fbi to bring down officer Walter Barnett I was sick to my stomach and relocated to a safe place I knew special agent Dreary was a rookie taking chances with my life my children lives after signing documents for the state department to release funds to buy the pager I did not feel safe Omar was killed several informants were killed I feared my safety blessings my brother in law sgt baker could take over working undercover for Kevin Dreary especially since we share the same birthday him being under cover on my behalf under special agent Leroy Heimbach this resulted in my niece being hired at the justice department family the federal bureau of investigation is basically my family after special agents Heimbach and special agent Paula Brand relocated my family to Cleveland Ohio hiring my brother in law sgt Baker under John E Crawford 601 Euclid ave Cleveland Ohio I felt safe sgt baker now undercover I was so sick broken it’s amazing I am able to speak the sheer horror of reliving all this I realize how bad the fbi needed to trap officer Barnett but I was focusing on real work Barrett college fort Sheridan Greatlakes Commissary I just needed normalcy not wear wires for the Fbi I believe Special agent Dreary hated me for that