Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-tolls July 14, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:16 pm
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He pays the toll

peck east

peck west

She’s the vehicle for

this journey

over-heavy for the road

burdened by billboards

Her engine rattles,

clanks,

thuds

down the road.

The convoy carries on

taking

a toll.

 

poem-dawn

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:03 am
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Morning

doesn’t come until

she gets here.

 

poem- not tree July 13, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:35 pm
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T h i s   i s   a

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(Snicker.  Sometimes I do things just to amuse myself.  Ignore me).

 

poem- tree

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:34 pm
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T   h  i  s     i  s     a

t

r

e

e

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(with apologies to Joyce Kilmer, who’s right, ’cause it isn’t as lovely as the real thing)

 

poem- dancing

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:23 am
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She wouldn’t dance.

But still

he spun her in circles

twisted her arms

flipped her over

spun her again

’til she was dizzy.

And yet

she wouldn’t dance.

 

poem- mystery July 12, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:21 pm
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You are

an uncommon mystery

that baffles the sleuths

You are

a melodious litany

of spiritual truths

You are

a sonorous villainy

raising the roofs

You are

in my periphery

and have been since youth.

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.

.

.

Don’t ask.  Sometimes I don’t have a clue what they’re really about, either.  😉

 

poem-bursting

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:18 am
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Yesterday

she was a closed bud

Today

she’s burst into pink frills

dusted with yellow

streaked with purple.

Tomorrow

she may fade

but today

she is a glory.

 

poem on Acton Scott Traditional Farm fence

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:42 am
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I was pleased to submit this poem to a cool project!

Acton Scott Farm in Shropshire England has a resident poet called Jean Atkin running a fascinating poetry project that she outlines on her blog: http://actonscottfarmpoet.wordpress.com/  Check it out!

Love those beautiful Shire horses!

I’d love a trip to England to visit the farm.  If you’re a little closer than Western Canada, you should go! 🙂

 

 

 

poem-silence July 11, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:35 am
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She fills the sky

with a rainfall of words,

a hurricane of syllables,

a thundering       of sentences.

She brews                     a storm,

but he stands impermeable

in silent eloquence

amid her eye.

 

geek joke July 10, 2014

Filed under: fun — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:00 pm
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Bwa ha ha ha ha!  This totally cracks me up!  (Having played a theremin, and all)

funny-clever-joke-vintage-man-playing-theremin

 

If this doesn’t make sense to you, here is  theremin virtuoso Clara Rockmore in action: