Shawn L. Bird

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Poem-Fire of you July 12, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:55 pm
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Another re-post of an old favourite, as I try to get some words done on my CampNaNoWriMo project!

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This poem was written as a submission to the Burnaby Writers Society Poetry contest.  The theme was fire, and poets were encouraged to interpret the theme.  Still 2 months before winners will be announced.  

September 2011: This one was a contest finalist! Yay!

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You reached

into the flames

and  plucked an ember

that glowed with

happiness and hope

upon your palm.

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In the

wavering sphere

of gold and crimson

light, I glimpsed our

future in flickering

depths.

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But when I reached to take it in my grasp

you clasped

your fist closed,

so the glow

of my hope

spilled

from

your

fingers.

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“No,” you said.

“It will burn you.”

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Truth scorched through

the kindness in your eyes, but could not

extinguish my anguish,

even as you wrapped me in your arms

and murmured worthless words of consolation.

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I didn’t want your wisdom.

I…

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Poem-book journeys July 11, 2013

Filed under: Poetry,Reading,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:30 pm
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I’ve travelled roads I’ve never walked

Leapt chasms I’ve not seen

Met madmen, trolls, and dreamers, and

watched lovers, lairds and queens.

I’ve journeyed to the future, friend

and I’ve explored the past

I’ve heard the thoughts of robots, dogs,

slaves, aliens and rats.

I’ve been around this great wide earth

and fantastic worlds, too

I’ve lived a thousand lifetimes, and

I’ve swum in oceans blue

A magic travel agency’s

in pages if you look.

Explore lives you’ve not imagined,

Come sit  and read a book.

 

tree love July 9, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:35 pm
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You are a solid trunk,

knarled, mossy, tall

You look up

hearing Vivaldi

through the Rockies,

as I bud yellow green,

blossom pink,

blow petals on the breeze,

absorb the sun,

grow rich green,

dance in summer storms,

glow molten gold

firey orange and flaming blood,

throw all my soul

into the sky

and when pretention

falls away,

I rest,

naked,

upon you

and renew.

 

us

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:54 am
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I lost myself

searching for you.

I faded away

on filaments of fog;

I was ephemeral

but you were there

all along: a tall

strong fortress.

Grey walls

forbidding

forboding

forth coming

for nobody seen.

My cloud self

enwraps you,

enclosing us,

and we become

mystery.

 

words we could use in English

Filed under: fun,Poetry,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:31 am

Here’s an interesting article listing wonderful words for concepts.  The comments are interesting as well.  Check it out !

(Bonus- now the first line to the theme from Laverne and Shirley makes sense!)

 

relief July 7, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:35 pm
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With your cold grey touch,

my pain oozes up

in a thin crimson line

and drips

…………away

.……………….drop

………………….by

………………..drop.

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FYI—>This is persona

 

birthday thoughts July 6, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:52 am
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Today I am half my father’s age.

We creep toward century and half century

No one believes either of us.

Thanks for those genes.

My body is rebelling

against my good nature.

There is a pain in my foot

new since yesterday.

I have no tolerance

for such nonsense.

Beautiful shoes

are essential to life!

Fighting the act of

stubborn hormonal

belly fat with half rations and

gym trips.  Getting stronger

but the scale remains

stubborn.

A celebration

is in order.

There are no

crinkles or wrinkles yet.

If my hair is grey,

it’s also blue, fuchsia,

and purple.

The nose I hate

sports a jewel.

Celebrate what you dislike,

turn it around.

Find diamond in coal.

Time to photograph

the evidence.

This is me.

Last year before

a half century pivots.

Dad’s second half was better

than the first.

All I dreamed is coming true.

My second half century

will be euphoric!

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I have a photo shoot arranged for today for some new author photos.  I’ll post the results when they’re in.

July 13- click MEDIA KIT and ABOUT SHAWN for some of the shots.  A very talented photographer!

 

from the owl to the lark July 5, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:31 pm
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As long as

I desire you at bedtime

and you desire me upon waking,

I think it will work out.

 

words July 4, 2013

Filed under: Poetry,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:38 pm
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I commit to write

one thousand words a day

So I am 3 437 words behind today.

Day four.

I read the manuscript

the W.I.P.

and laugh out loud

at scenes so real

I believe them.

More scenes

Good scenes

but

how do they connect?

Where will I

find the patchwork

pieces to make

this fit together?

I think.

I clip a poodle.

I think.

I clean the kitchen.

I think.

I make the bed.

I think.

I go to the gym.

I think.

I tell my students,

“Don’t think. Just write,

your brain is in your pen.”

So now I need

to take

my own advice.

 

Found poem- from the WordPress blog roll April 24 2013 17.46-18.04 hours PDT July 3, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:05 pm

Still theoretically doing my Camp NaNo with no time to be composing poetry. (ech hem) So here’s another repost, this time from a few months ago.

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(If you should see a line from your poem in this, please link to it in the comments!)  Each line is taken from a poem on the blog roll, in order, backwards in time.

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I can’t sing you a sad song.

   patience for life’s lovers

      all these people,

         opened up,

              howl like children

                 for something different in these places.

Mermaids only dream

   our burning love.

I will not take

    first dandelions,

       each one a kiss

           weighing heavy on my heart.

Warm breath on my neck,

     I have burned.

I could write between the lines

     the many masks of the broken child:

        Rainbow sprays in the garden.

I love you still.

Lullaby sea

     has aged gracefully.

Time has taken

    the dewdrops of sadness

         awaiting damnation,

              silencing the crowds.

Blink of an eye,

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