Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-it’s the hat July 6, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:00 am
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It’s the hat

that first catches their attention.

Who wears hats these days,

but cowboys and teen punks?

and the punks have it backwards.

Her round little hat hasn’t enough brim

to keep off much sun,

but it has enough character to keep off

the bores and the introverts,

and that’s enough.

She doesn’t seem to notice them

drawing into the walls as she goes by,

their fear is palpable, but she is insensible.

It’s not outwardly a power hat, in fact, it’s kind of cute,

but no one wears hats these days who doesn’t wear

a confidence that scares off

weaker souls.

 

haiku- melted July 5, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:33 am
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Like an ice cream puddle

on pavement, beside an

empty cone, I melt.

 

poem- duty July 4, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:22 pm
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Duty bound

following obligations

social necessities

tolerant smiles in public

irritated scowls at home

Where is he going with that?

 

poem-screw you! July 3, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:26 am
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Oh you, Screw,

exiting from bone

seeking a new home

pushing through my skin

in increasing agonies of effort.

As we part ways, may I state

that while I appreciate you having held me together

during that stint of cold weather,

it’d be great if you stay in place until

the surgeon takes you away!

(This ankle pain rankles me).

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(I only wish this one was figurative, rather than literal!)

 

poem-men-oh-pausssse July 2, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:27 pm
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In the heat

her fingers sizzle from inside out

raising an ocean on her forehead

rivers racing down her back,

internal pressure steam driven engine

hissing irritably

summer outside

summer inside

 

poem- quiet voices July 1, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:34 pm
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I didn’t hear you

and you slipped past

your whispers only faint murmurs on the wind

less than the burbling susurrus of the river.

I heard shrieks and giggles,

running feet and splashing laughter;

I didn’t hear you.

 

haiku- floating June 30, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:45 am
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This day is floating
Between dreams and reality
Summer’s begun.
 

poem- shovelling June 29, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:09 am
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Oh sir, your manure pile is deep!

Dung beetles are digging, they scurry and creep.

Oh sir, please stop expecting that we’re venerating

the stench that you’re generating!

Bombousity and pompousity do not disguise

what is wise, you realize?  The stench will rise

in quivering waves to the skies!

While you quip and you gloat, we see that the source

is not sheep, goat or horse; the muck’s clearly emenating

from your posterior aspect, and while some might declare

that’s your superior asset, I’m estimating the affair could use

less regulating and speculating so I’m delegating!

I’m calling the villagers, we’re gathering shovels

Enough with this sir!  Stop slathering troubles

you’ve made with this crap pile; stop being so hostile

quit wallowing in this manure of your making

and swallow this brown pie that you’ve been baking.

Enough with this hideous idiocy!

Grab a shovel and clean up.

Be part of the team.

Put a cork in the hole.

Don’t try grabbing control.

Accept your strong role:

Help us all meet our goal!

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(We all know someone like this, don’t we?  Or several someones?) 😉

 

poem- air June 28, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:36 pm
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I breathe in air so warm

the hairs in my nose sizzle,

I attempt to read, but

heat melts my resolve.

The porch swing is like a hot bath,

washing away concern and energy.

Languid summer afternoon,

Shuswap heat wave.

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Fell asleep trying to read on my porch this afternoon.  When I came inside, I checked the thermometer: 43 C which is 109.4 F.  Just a tad warm!

 

Poem- cause a scene! June 27, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:15 pm
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(For Des- ERS’s social justice queen!)

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Let’s all cause a scene.

Rock the boat.

Let’s all convene.

Cut out that throat.

Let’s burst a spleen.

Cast the deciding vote.

Let’s careen around corners

demean the disorder.

It’s not mean, it’s justice,

to cause a scene!