My gaze settles
on a dimpled grin
eyes laughing
amid the crowded din
Your eyes find mine
grow hooded,
and your smile
stretches languidly.
The din disappears
as we spin a web
between us.
Who is spider?
Who is fly?
poem- fewer September 13, 2014
There could be no fewer steps
than those he trodded toward you
straight limbed and unencumbered
directly into destiny.
There could be no fewer steps
than those away from dreams
point-less apparitions
of troubled consciousness
directly into destiny.
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(I don’t know what it means. If you have an idea, feel free to share!)
You don’t get to say NO! September 12, 2014
Well said.
Personally, I think that BC having the lowest corporate tax rate and high child poverty is absolutely shameful. If any members of this government are able to sleep at night, they’re the lowest mite on fleas on dead dogs.
I’m sorry but you don’t get to say no. You don’t get to hold 500 000 children hostage without consequences. You don’t get to ignore the law. You don’t get to spend millions of dollars of public funds on the spewing of lies and distortions and misinformation without being called to account.
Does the echo chamber you live in prevent you from hearing the sounds of the widespread dissent to your actions? How much longer do you plan to ignore the voices of hundreds of thousands of people who provide the money that pays your salary?
You are public servant.
You are supposed to serve the people. You are especially supposed to act on behalf the most vulnerable people in society, our children.
What have you done for children lately?
You have done nothing about childhood poverty. You have denied parents help with daycare. You have instead chosen to spend…
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poem-crash
Toe catches
Body crashes
Chair slides
Glass rattles
Hands smack
Knees crunch
Pain punches
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Ouch. I’m going to feel this tomorrow!
poem-wishes September 11, 2014
In the middle of everything
wishes whispering,
It is war.
Winning
is relative.
Whispering wishes,
Everything in the middle.
poem- learning from history September 10, 2014
She has a history
of running down unionists
With gleeful righteousness
she watched them bounce
off the hood of the car
back in the 80s.
Last dispute,
this sweet little old lady
offered the strikers
a most unlady-like
finger.
This dispute,
she has stared
down the road with
patent disregard.
Workers should work.
Today,
she waved enthusiastically,
and a victory dance
was held on the picket line.
One more newly informed person
waking up.
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True story
poem- caterpillar September 9, 2014
Day 1.
fuzzy explorer
leaving flower pot,
dessicated remains of summer
do not make much of
a feast.
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Day 2.
fuzzy explorer
stretching from the flower pot
a little further today.
Oops. No caterpillar,
just a fuzzy leaf, expanding
territory. Even the weeds
abandon my garden.
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Spotted the fuzz in the pot as I pulled out the drive way. This is an example of where I ‘come up with poems.’ It’s also proof that perspectives on a situation change from day to day!
Stop whining about the teachers, start shouting about your government
I like all the links Niftynotcool includes here. Good stuff!
Shawn L. Bird 