Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- scrubbed November 27, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:10 pm
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The elderly loved one

has a house, and

that house has a mouse

and another mouse

and another mouse.

A mouse family,

A mouse neighbourhood,

A mouse community,

A mouse town,

A mouse city.

 

It might be a welcome diversion–

Adorable fluffballs,

with round pink ears,

dangling tails, would be

delightful entertainment,

were their planners better

sanitary engineers.

Their dereliction

leads to mass eviction!

Bleach and scrubbing!

Now there’s interdiction,

sweet mousies who survive,

to you a benediction:

for happy life,

in another jurisdiction!

 

 

 

poem- squeak November 26, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:20 am
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Rustling in the walls

“There’s a party going on around here”

Scurrying feet

Confidence in numbers

Why hide anymore?

Rodent rave!

Objects become vermin cesspools

reaking sewers of

spoiled food.

Pestilential festival!

Families unveiled:

babies, cousins, great-grandparents

intergenerational bliss.

There have been too many creature comforts.

Exterminator is not as successful

as one would hope.

Carpets ripped up

Insulation pulled out

Clean. Clean. Clean

Bleach billows in the mist.

Can anyone lend a cat?

.

.

(Helping a relative clean up after an infestation.  Huge, very expensive, disgusting job!)

 

 

 

poem- computer woes November 24, 2017

 

You ask me for my email address

When given, much to my distress

You claim it’s already registered.

Why yes!  I tell machine, that’s me, for sure!

You ask me for  user name and password

But when I type them, you claim I’m invalid.

Oh, you passive aggressive machine,

You’re not acting like part of this team!

Inside the circuits of your brain

you’re plotting how to cause me pain.

I can hear your fan blade snicker,

as you plot to raise blood pressure.

Oh computer, use your power for good,

and work like the techies claim you should!

.

.

(Another day, another frustrating encounter with technology!)

 

 

poem-tricked November 21, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:58 pm
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That sunny day

beguiled.

Promises of warmth.

Such trust to place

in rays,

those sparkling

reflections on the snow.

Liars.

Every

one.

 

poem-relief November 17, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:01 pm
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“No” is not always

a negative thing.

.

Sometimes it is

a sweet relief.

.

Sometimes “yes”

brings too much to do,

too much responsibility

too much accountability.

.

Sometimes “no”

breathes a melancholy sigh.

Thankfulness.

This is not the time.

 

 

poem- eager November 16, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:32 am
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I’m checking today

Again.

I checked yesterday

And the day before

And the day before that.

Each time,

I catch my breath,

before I click the key.

Open.

Enter.

Hopeful.

So far,

No news.

But

I’ll keep checking,

Until I

Know.

.

Oh!

 

poem- lips November 12, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:22 am
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laughing eyes

begin to smoulder,

leaning in

gentle touch,

lips spark

in the darkness

electricity

between us

 

 

 

poem-lucky November 9, 2017

Filed under: Friendship,poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:25 pm
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How lucky I am

in you.

How blessed I am

to know you.

How grateful I am

for you.

 

poem-steps November 6, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:37 am
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Three steps ahead

he strides forward,

in a rush,

as usual,

to get nowhere,

quickly.

He trails her behind him,

a fuming

sputter

of irritation,

gathering pressure,

ready to explode.

 

 

poem-familiar face October 30, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:24 am
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You look familiar,

I said.

Where do I know you from?

We listed things we do,

things we did,

places we go,

people we know.

Nothing in common.

It was weeks later,

I saw you through the crowd,

and realized I’d seen you in my mirror

forty years ago.