I wake to
the gentle snores
and the warm back
of my canine companion,
whose black eyes blink
and sleepy tail thumps once
as I caress his white wooly side.
poem- confidence November 27, 2014
There is security,
profoundly deep,
knowing that whatever
needs to be done
will be done,
without me having to ask.
.
There is gratitude,,
profoundly deep,
knowing that whatever
I need
will be met,
without argument.
.
There is peace,
profoundly deep,
knowing that whatever
happens, I can trust you,
to be there.
poem- winter sounds November 26, 2014
The
rasping
scraping
roaring
splattering
of the snow plow
going past,
wakes me rudely
to awareness of
winter’s arrival,
as I slept.
poem- happiness is November 24, 2014
Joy is
is happy feet,
creamy leather
ornate scrolls
and cryptic snippets of
soleful inspiration,
sliced off at the edges:
Be proud in the love you have been given
Ask why you’re doing it.
Your car drive fluevog
to be human
you go give thanks
your sole will direct
and p ills outwards the rest
Spills outward the rest
deeply funky let your life shine in dark
human is to be divine
style is grace
Yes, Sight is a Miracle.
Like the bag says,
“you can’t buy happiness,
but at least you can buy Fluevogs.”
and contemplate
cryptology in your sole.
.
.
The shoes are Fluevog Miracle Sight in cream.
The socks are over the knees from http://www.sockdreams.com.
They’re like a match made in heaven, aren’t they?
poem- hockey players November 23, 2014
One by one
the hockey players walked past
assorted young men in suits
older men in team jackets
family and friends trailing behind.
The Chicago Blackhawks lost to
the Vancouver Canucks tonight.
There was no celebration in the lobby
as they filed by.
Some people were excited,
but since I don’t watch hockey,
they didn’t impress me.
They were just well dressed young men,
less well dressed older men
and dejected friends and family,
hanging out in the hotel.
poem- journey
Snow falling
dancing white specks
journeys from heaven
quickly absorbed
in mundane.
.
Plane flying
leaving white trails
journey from you
quickly absorbed
in fast lanes
poem- accomplishments November 22, 2014
The litany of what could be
is not as important as
what is now.
What was before
is not as important as
what is now.
For now is all
you ever have.
poem- addresses November 21, 2014
Cards
letters
Envelopes
Christmas stickers
Festive tradition
The only one left
now there’s no tree
no lights,
no dinner,
no presents.
Just the thing
that matters most:
warm hearts across the miles.
poem- flying November 20, 2014
Sometimes,
my CPU revs up
like an airplane,
races down the run way;
my typing thuds unexpected spaces,
but my words take off
and fly around the world.
.
.
.
(old computer, noisy fan. It does sound like a revving plane!)
Shawn L. Bird 