Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-karma July 4, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:29 am
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You told the kids

he was useless, stupid, weak.

You bullied him

into believing it himself.

You kicked him

out the door, and mocked his

adoring devotion to you.

You didn’t deserve him

and now someone better

has discovered a treasure.

So while you sleep

from man to man,

like the good Christian woman

you always claimed to be,

your kids now see what

you had blinded them to.

That kind, loving man

is finally getting the relationship

he deserves.

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,

Just heard yet another story of some woman abusing her kind-hearted man, and I had a flashback.  Excuse the rant.  (cough).

 

poem- nerves July 3, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:36 pm
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When

You sat beside me

I couldn’t find the gears

on this car I drive every day.

Your half drunk bottle of water

has become the  holy relic in a

 smile bestowing, mobile shrine

to your presence next

to me.

 

poem- tears

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:10 am
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Her

howling,

stomping,

tearful

tantrum done,

the sky is blushing

with embarrassment.

 

poem-caught July 2, 2014

Filed under: fun,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:57 pm
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The “Isle of Capri” scent

wafting from the Lampe Berger

was supposed to ensure

you

didn’t

walk up the stairs and ask,

“What’d you burn?”

Perhaps I’ve used this strategy

once too often?

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.

.

I am vaguely amused that the photo on the Lampe Berger homepage shows the exact lampe that I was using…  (cough)

 

poem-then

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:44 pm
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The dorm rang with

youthful enthusiasm.

We were learning to live,

expanding our limits,

and searching for a future.

So many years

and you are different

and the same.

We’re still learning,

expanding our limits,

contemplating our journeys,

and the next turn of the road.

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.

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Had a nice visit with folks I attended college with thirty years ago.  So much is different, but so much remains the same whenever you meet old friends, doesn’t it?  (It’s that ‘time has pleats’ thing again!)

 

 

 

poem- confetti

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:18 am
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I am confetti:

bits and pieces

tumbling from the heights

caught in the breeze,

old fashioned,

messy,

celebratory,

completely extraneous

paper joy.

 

poem- warning July 1, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:52 pm
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I want you.

Despite all the objections,

inspections, rejections,

imperfections,

my predilection

is you.

.

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Just think  all the things the poet could be addressing here.  Is the ‘you’ a lover, a baby, a puppy, a great pair of shoes…?  😉  What is your predilection?

 

poem- canada day children’s festival

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:28 am
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Small voices

fill the sky with

red and white laughter

and waving maple leaves.

 

 

poem-whisper June 30, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:44 am
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“One more thing,”

she whispers

and turns him

inside out.

 

poem- knowing glances June 29, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:00 pm
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Her eyes twinkling with  fervour

I introduced the devotee to the star of the evening.

Without preamble she leapt into analysis

of the opus, confusing words, likely erroneous.

The star gave me a glance with eyebrow raised

and I offered a half smile and shrug,

as graciously she said

“Oh, yes?” and turned to her next supplicant;

dismissing the devotee  withdrawing

on her delighted sighs.