Shawn L. Bird

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poem-sweet July 5, 2016

Filed under: Poetry,poodles — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:00 pm
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Beetle black eyes

sparkling intelligence

in that black satin face

long pink tongue

hangs between canine teeth

ferociously happy.

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Shaved the puppy today.  His face is nekkid but he’s extra cute!  We’ve been training today.  He learned 3 new tricks!  He puts the toy into a lacrosse stick for me to throw it (very handy on mucky days), he’ll lie over my feet, and he stands on his back feet.  This in addition to come, sit, down, back, catch, go pee.  Very talented puppy. 😉

#miniaturepoodle

 

poem- funny July 4, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:09 am
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Why is it home

never smells quite right after

you’ve been away?

 

poem-2 love July 3, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:55 pm
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I pass the tennis courts

where you used to play

and hope you’re getting matches

in heavenly doubles games.

 

poem-white July 2, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:18 am
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The sky is white

dotted with turquoise,

mountain silhouettes

carved on the horizon,

one tree branch curls

like a finger,

beckoning

to adventure.

 

poem-breeze July 1, 2016

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

from tree tops

Some exhuberant,

amazed to greet the sky,

some, more lazily,

wave with sighs

 

 

 

poem-hammock day June 30, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:07 pm
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Nothing says summer

like the  swaying of a hammock

under a tree.

 

poem-heat June 29, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:47 pm
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In this heat

my body is a compass needle,

aimed at cool water.

 

poem-dull June 28, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:40 pm
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Brain dull

too hot.

Siesta extends

for days.

 

poem-breath time June 25, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:59 pm
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Time for breath

at last.

Breathe in freedom

from responsibilities,

to anyone but myself.

Inhale inspiration

Exhale exhaustion

Breathe free.

 

poem-present June 24, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:45 am
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This day is wrapped in grey,

tied with a bow.

I know that whatever I say

you must decide whether

to find gloom in the grey,

or bloom in the glow of the bow.