Head
hits
brick
wall.
Head
hits
brick
wall.
Head
hits
brick
wall.
Head
hits
brick
wall.
Brick
wall
impacts
head.
poem- exasperation November 15, 2016
Your desperation
leads me to exasperation
How many times do I tell you?
How many times did I tell you?
How many times will I tell you?
Too many.
Once more.
If you do it when you’re asked
Begin when assigned the task
You will not be desperate
and I will not exasperate.
poem- pocketful November 14, 2016
Old blazer.
I reach into the pocket:
A piece of plastic wrapper and a hole.
While pristine on the outside,
Both sides within are eaten through.
Instantly,
the ghost of an old dog is in the room with me,
the metronome of his tail slowly waving
while he looks away
to hide the twinkle in his eye.
poem- pressure November 10, 2016
Deadlines
Frantic writers
Paper piles
Late work
Term tests
Blurry eyes
Tabulating
Check marks
Sore butt
Report card time.
invocation: peace November 9, 2016
We have been shattered into pieces
divisive patter has demeaned us
Let’s commit to redeem peace around us.
In this room
In this city,
Let our faith bloom in the gritty places
Among all creeds and races.
Let our Rotary service
shine to all who observe us.
.
.
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poem- possible impossible November 7, 2016
Possibly,
I’m
impossible.
This posterity
of probability
poses immortality
prompts immorality
indulges the impossible
creates possibility
from infinity.
Assures
I’m possible.
poem- action awaiting November 6, 2016
ACTION!
awaiting
lights and cameras
Faces gleaming
Feet leaping
Treading the boards
Anticipating an audience
All voices calibrated
to the deaf grandma in the back row.
Adrenaline rushes.
Applause.
.
.
.
I’m in Shuswap Theatre’s production of Mary Poppins. I’m Miss Lark and (in an amusing bit of type-casting) The Bird Woman. Our curtain rises in 19 days, but we’re already sold out. It’s been brilliant watching it all come together. Now the run-throughs begin: we’re counting down!
poem- compensations November 4, 2016
It’s a grey day
frost in the air,
but at least I’m greeting it
in a great pair of shoes.
poem- consequences November 2, 2016
Ah!
The cries that ensue
when actions take their logical consequences!
But!
But!
But!
We’re on Earth, you know..
Oh, you might not want to feel the impact of gravity
but if you jump, you will fall.
Suck it up, buttercup.
You did the crime, you get the time.
Rant all you like,
but effect always comes after cause.
It really shouldn’t be such a surprise.
Shawn L. Bird 