Shawn L. Bird

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poem-youth words October 10, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:30 am
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Puppy love’s

young life’s

sweet dream.

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A Wordy thirty poem. 6 five letter words.

 

poem-self-medicating October 7, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:42 pm
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Let’s write a poem.
Let’s open up and spill our guts.
Let’s write a poem.
Let’s grab the words, create a tome.
Let’s reveal all of what is what.
Let’s stitch together all the cuts.
Let’s write a poem.

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This is a RONDELET. The poem form has 7 lines. The refrain on lines 1, 3, and 7 is 4 syllables; the rest of the lines are 8 syllables. Rhyme scheme is ABAaBBA (where ‘a’ rhymes with the refrain).

 

poem-all goes old October 3, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:01 am
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The weather’s turned and now it’s fall
We’re buying school things at the mall
Weather reports show storms and squalls
And that is all. And that is all.

The summer stories have been told
The hills transformed are oh so bold
The trees have turned to red and gold.
The year is old. The year is old.

Too soon we’ll see blankets of snow.
The temperatures will drop quite low.
We’ll need a fire to thaw our toes.
So a year goes. So a year goes.

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This is a MONOTETRA poem. (1-4. mono= one for the rhyme, tetra=for the four lines)
8 syllable quatrains (iambic tetrameter) in AAAA rhyme scheme, with the fourth line in each stanza repeating 4 syllables.

 

poem- Hope September 30, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:52 pm
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A poem for Truth and Reconciliation Day.

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Broken generations,

We hear yesterday’s lost children weeping,

Embrace today’s children,

Reach to tomorrow’s children

With our torn hearts.

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I gratefully acknowledge that I live and work in the unceded, traditional territory of the Secwepemc people.

 

poem- changes September 28, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:36 am
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Trust is broken

Sunshine days form golden hues

Begin new season

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This is a Collom lune, a triplet poem with lines of 3, 5, 3 words.

 

poem- Walking the plank on a sinking ship September 26, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:26 am
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Step. Pause.

Step. Pause.

Step. Pause.

I hear the wedding march.

Step. Pause.

Step. Pause.

This isn’t going to go well.

Step. Pause.

Step. Pause.

Step. Splash.

Nope.

Not well at all.

Blub.

Blub.

Blub.

 

poem-autumn September 25, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:55 pm
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A Kelly lune:
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Leaves falling:

summer’s glorious

departure

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A Kelly lune is a triplet poem with syllable count of 3, 5, 3.

 

poem- sovereign treochair September 23, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:16 pm
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Majesty
Such service you have given
Commonwealth family.

Those corgis
Standing as the hearse went by
Gave for love’s sake, happily.

Gratefully
Crowds gather to say farewell
Long service in sovereignty.
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A treochair is an Irish poetry form. Triplet stanzas have an A, B, A rhyme scheme and 3, 7, 7 syllable count.

 

Poem-perfect picks September 22, 2022

Filed under: fun,poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:07 pm
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Another tautogram poem, this time on the letter P.

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Penelope phones Philip.

Pals?

Probably? Possibly?

Philip’s philosophisizes prior panegyric’s painful.

Penelope ponders Philip’s preachy palaver,

Parsing phrases, puzzling prosody:
Pasty poetry. 

Pall permeates.

Penelope’s perky, pretty, popular.

Point: Penelope’s perversely pitiful picking Philip! Plough politeness Penelope!  Possess proper prize!
Princely prospects prove perfect!
Pitch Philip! Pick pyrotechnics!

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A tautogram (Greek: taut-same, gram-letter) is a poem in which every word starts with the same letter. Unlike alliteration, the words do not have to sound the same.

 

poem-spooky September 21, 2022

Filed under: fun,poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:38 am
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A spooky tautogram:

She saw something.
Some small, slithering something
Sang soft serenades.
Surrounding sounds: snuffling, snorting.
Someone slides stealthily.
Shhh!
She’s somewhere spooky,
Sometimes scary:
Samhain.

A tautogram (Greek: taut=same, gram=letter) is a poem where all the words begin with the same letter, though not necessarily the same sound. They should be both grammatical and sensical.