Shawn L. Bird

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She’s gone July 3, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:18 am

I’m trying to get some serious word counts in today on Camp NaNoWriMo, so enjoy a re-blog of a post from 2010. 🙂 See you tomorrow!

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Today I’m thinking about all those times when we don’t hear what someone is saying to us very clearly, because we have our own agenda. Hearing the full truth may open a door we don’t want to open, but glorious things may be inside if we have courage to accept difficult changes.

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She’s gone this time

And it’s for good.

Don’t beg.  Don’t cry.

Because it’s good.

I know you can’t

See past your pain

And you wish all

Could be the same

She’s gone this time

And it’s for good.

Don’t beg.  Don’t cry.

Because it’s good.

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You’ve tried before

To re-arrange

A month or two

You make a change.

But if it’s about

Getting her back

You’re never changing

The greatest lack.

She’s gone this time

And it’s for good.

Don’t beg.  Don’t cry.

Because it’s good.

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Quit loving her

And love yourself

Take your…

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zinnia night July 2, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:36 pm
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Black night around us

you slice into my dream

and I see zinnias:

exploding  fireworks,

vivid petals raining down,

Colouring our embrace.

 

A chorus line July 1, 2013

Two horses, white and bay

stand companionably

munching their lunches.

Atop the bay,

upon each vertebrae,

perches a bitty bird,

observing the world:

A small flock aligned

along an equine

telephone line.

The white mare,  back bare,

munches, and muses

on popularity’s

winners and losers.

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Coming home from work the other day, I looked into a field and was amused to see this sight.  I wish I’d had my camera with me, but since I didn’t, here’s a picture made from words for you. 😉

 

no alcohol fuel

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:34 pm
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I do not need alcohol

to be drunk on you.

No need for Dutch courage

to face the daily chores.

No vomiting up my memories

of the night before.

With my absolutely clear head,

I am completely soused on us.

 

on being thoroughly mused June 30, 2013

For Outlander author Diana Gabaldon:

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You

were not

just kissed

by the muse,

Diana, huntress,

goddess of the moon.

You were ravaged.

You were embraced;

your buttocks clutched

and hoisted high,

as the muse impaled you,

roughly pierced your soul,

raised hairs the whole length of you.

Seized by such  divine  inspiration,

you stretched, back arching,

and received the pulsing

thrusts of

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w

o

r

d

s

,

w

o

r

d

s

,

w

o

r

d

s.

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Excruciating

ecstasy

that  called forth

rippling quivers,

left you heaving,

complete,

replete,

and pregnant

with story.

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Diana muse

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This post began with a random comment made on Diana Gabaldon’s Facebook page yesterday, and here we are!  My first erotica!  ((blush))  lol

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For those who wondered, yes, Diana has seen this, and I even have a recording of her laughing lustily about it, as we were wrapping up our blue pencil at SIWC 2013. 🙂  Her comment, should you not be able to read the image is, “Wow! That’s a GREAT poem Shawn! I’m truly honoured #mindIusuallyhavetodomoreofthework”

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In August 2013 she dedicated her Daily lines to me:

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The daily lines in question can be read here:

http://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1rlp46l

And if you’re a fan of Outlander and are now watching the TV series, you may enjoy the poem Dear Sam Heughan from August 2013 when Sam was first cast to play Jamie:  Diana has seen this one as well, and coached me through some necessary vocabulary alterations (see notes at the end). 😉

 

summer storm June 29, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:18 am
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Whoa.

On upturned pots and pans

some rocking sky child,

some deity’s progeny,

is beating, bashing

crashing, smashing

a percussive cacophony,

complete with

slashing, flashing

light show.

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And not content

at blinding glow

he rumbles low

and shakes the ground

with reverberating sound.

Wild rocking child,

with his smashing

crashing

garage band in the sky.

In solid streams

sweat’s pouring down

and plastering the ground;

thus he howls his greeting

to July.

 

Writers Must Be Readers. Period.

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:58 am

Great selection from Stephen King’s On Writing, shared by The Ink Slinger.

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“If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot. There’s no way around these two things that I’m aware of, no shortcut…

“The real importance of reading is that it creates an ease and intimacy with the process of writing; one comes to the country of the writer with one’s papers and identification pretty much in order. Constant reading will pull you into a place (a mind-set, if you like the phrase) where you can write eagerly and without self-consciousness. It also offers you a constantly growing knowledge of what has been done and what hasn’t, what is trite and what is fresh, what works and what just lies there dying (or dead) on the page. The more you read, the less apt you are to make a fool of yourself with your pen or word processor…

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6 words June 28, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:27 pm
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Describe your life in 6 words:
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Waiting, wishing, working

Dreaming, daring, doing.

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One of the other English classes at my school did this assignment , and had them posted in the hall.  My favourite was the boy who’d written,

“I am my mother’s best mistake.”

 

school over haikus

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:20 pm
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Heart tight bound again
with futile cords. Door echoes.
Yearly denouement
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A plant can not thrive
uprooted every few months.
I am still root-less
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How can teachers bloom?
Hopeful blossoms fight
‘gainst futility.

 

memory June 27, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:05 am
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Here is your memory

a box

a cube

a dream

a fantasy.

Here is your future

exploding

imploding

eroding

Here is

a box

a cube

a dream

a fantasy

exploding

imploding

eroding.

Here:

a box

exploding

a cube

imploding

a dream

eroding

a fantasy

here

future

memory.