Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

Concussed September 14, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:20 pm
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This concussion is a constriction

squeezing my head like a snake

hugging my eyes closed.

Light pressure. Dark daylight.

Just a little inconvenience.

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poem- twisting September 7, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:26 pm
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White,

twisting,

writhing,

flashing.

Black,

sizzling,

scorching,

smiling.

Red,

faith,

courage,

blood.

Yellow

bright,

hopeful,

dreaming.

Blue

bubbling,

pushing,

pulsing.

Colour me

a turning rainbow

sensational

essence

life.

 

poem- lying to yourself September 1, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:49 pm
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You make it

so

inside your head.

Convince yourself

you’re right

and true.

Ask for advice,

but

debate each position

deny each observation

sputter

rant

and grumble about lack of support.

If you don’t want

to hear,

don’t ask.

If you won’t consider

perspectives,

don’t request them.

If you only want approval,

just say,

“Aren’t I great!”

and don’t be surprised

by silence.

 

poem-Crash August 29, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:57 pm
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My head is light,

I am floating

I walk through clouds,

lightning flash,

crash.

The floor is cool

and comfortable.

The dog sniffs my face.

Why am I on the ground?

The doctor says,

feeling light headed is a signal

that you need to go low,

if you don’t do it,

your body will do it for you.

Ah.

Now I know.

 

 

poem- woof August 26, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:43 pm
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For National Dog Day

.

.

You jump onto the end of the bed

as I sit to remove my slippers.

Before I can left the sheets,

you’re at home on my pillow.

You sneak a glance, to see

whether you will get to stay.

Sorry pup,

perhaps another day.

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poem- missed August 25, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:23 pm
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Your eyes glow

when you see me across the room.

It’s been a long time.

You’re still wearing your heart

on your arm.

Once again,

I feel appreciation for your admiration,

awkward it’s still unrequited.

Oh, the confusion of my youthful charms.

Thank you, for

reminding me

so sweetly

who I used to be.

 

quote- the world is high school August 22, 2018

Filed under: Quotations — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:34 pm
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“Maybe it’s better to look stupid, but strong, than it is to look smart, but weak.  I don’t know.  I not sure that I want to believe that the world stage bears that strong a resemblance to high school.”

Jim Butcher in Turn Coat.

 

 
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