Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- summer spectre November 15, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:24 pm
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The mountains are a
ghostly presence,
faint phantoms
looming above the lake,
wisps over white paint palette
there
not there
Winter hovers
over misty memories
of summer storms.

 

poem- This is just to say November 13, 2022

(with apologies to William Carlos Williams)

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This is just to say

I have eaten
The last
of the tortilla chips

I know you
Were saving them
For a bedtime snack

But like you
they were salty
And so delicious.

How could I resist?

 

poem- When I met his eyes November 4, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:16 am
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(Sometimes the breakdown of a relationship is not a surprise to folks watching from the outside).

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When I met his eyes

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I saw into the depths

saw his emptiness

unfaithfulness.

He knew I knew

His fake jokes couldn’t mask

the pain he’d cause.

He looked away,

alarms his charms didn’t sway me.

I could see.

They believed

his false smile

piled on adoration

while he crafted

mutual ruination.

She

has strength beyond

will rebuild,

move along.

 

poem-to the bantam rooster October 28, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:47 am
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I can see your end, tough kid. Oh so, glib.
You’ll pick a fight, thump your mighty tiny chest,
find yourself arrested. That mouth will get you
an ankle bracelet in your house, or maybe
a solid punch from some drunk’s big fist
or a slice from a knife that puts you on a slab.
So sad. Too bad.
Hamartia, dude. That fatal flaw hot temper, you know?
Choices you make now could change how it goes.
Being tough is rough.
Choose a more mellow groove!

 

poem-He probably drives a sports car, too October 19, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:40 pm
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Envy and bitterness

leaching through messages

Attacking success,

perseverence, achievement.

Pick them apart.

Minimize them to maximize you?

Hey dude,

Are you compensating?

Facing ‘if such unremarkable folk

can do it,

why can’t you?’

Is wondering why they’ve won

making you feel useless?

Um.

Maybe the difference is

they quit making excuses

and just got it done?

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poem-youth words October 10, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:30 am
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Puppy love’s

young life’s

sweet dream.

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A Wordy thirty poem. 6 five letter words.

 

poem-self-medicating October 7, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:42 pm
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Let’s write a poem.
Let’s open up and spill our guts.
Let’s write a poem.
Let’s grab the words, create a tome.
Let’s reveal all of what is what.
Let’s stitch together all the cuts.
Let’s write a poem.

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This is a RONDELET. The poem form has 7 lines. The refrain on lines 1, 3, and 7 is 4 syllables; the rest of the lines are 8 syllables. Rhyme scheme is ABAaBBA (where ‘a’ rhymes with the refrain).

 

poem-all goes old October 3, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:01 am
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The weather’s turned and now it’s fall
We’re buying school things at the mall
Weather reports show storms and squalls
And that is all. And that is all.

The summer stories have been told
The hills transformed are oh so bold
The trees have turned to red and gold.
The year is old. The year is old.

Too soon we’ll see blankets of snow.
The temperatures will drop quite low.
We’ll need a fire to thaw our toes.
So a year goes. So a year goes.

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This is a MONOTETRA poem. (1-4. mono= one for the rhyme, tetra=for the four lines)
8 syllable quatrains in AAAA rhyme scheme, with the fourth line in each stanza repeating 4 syllables.

 

poem- Hope September 30, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:52 pm
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A poem for Truth and Reconciliation Day.

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Broken generations,

We hear yesterday’s lost children weeping,

Embrace today’s children,

Reach to tomorrow’s children

With our torn hearts.

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I gratefully acknowledge that I live and work in the unceded, traditional territory of the Secwepemc people.

 

poem- changes September 28, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:36 am
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Trust is broken

Sunshine days form golden hues

Begin new season

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This is a Collom lune, a triplet poem with lines of 3, 5, 3 words.

 

 
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