Shawn L. Bird

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poem- warrior woman September 30, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:49 pm
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Warrior,

stands, raised hand

answer every question

to bring justice to a depraved land.

Warrior stands

warning of the beast eager to devour.

tells how it mauled,

and it whines, growls, evades

responsibility.

The beast does not know it is a beast,

but the warrior knows.

The warrior warns.

As the beast prowls and pretends

to be a kitten, a puppy, an innocent thing.

The warrior knows.

The warriors know.

Are you listening?

Or will you open doors and invite it

to devour you?

 

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poem-what has changed September 29, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:25 pm
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Since “me, too!” has spread,

What has changed

is that I see you differently.

I see me differently.

I hear, “She does that stuff; I’m working”

and I’m filled with fury at yet another man

who does not see what work is,

how everything he is able to do

is because his wife carries him on her back.

and I say, enough.

If we are going to be beasts of burden,

let us be more than mules with bits in our mouths.

Let us be more.

Let us be the partner who is heard.

Let the children be his concern as often as they’re ours.

Let the pink jobs and blue jobs become purple jobs

as they swirl in a kaleidoscope of

our jobs.

Our mutual obligations.

I’m glad you do the laundry and clean the kitchen,

because I hate those jobs.

Thank you for agreeing that poetry

and winding words are more important than dusting.

When your words reflect a patriarchy, I will remind you

who I am.

When my words cut, you may wrap your arms around me

and remind me that you have feelings, too.

Let’s stand as role models that being a man does not give

you rights over anyone else,

anyone else,

anyone.

Listen men, to what she says.

Keep your hands to yourself

(and other pokey bits, too).

If she says no,

Channel your unwanted urges

into art.  Wash them away in

cold showers of reality.

Let your futile frustration seethe

like generations of women seethed.

What has changed, boys?

The very air you breathe.

 

 

Concussed September 14, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:20 pm
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This concussion is a constriction

squeezing my head like a snake

hugging my eyes closed.

Light pressure. Dark daylight.

Just a little inconvenience.

 

poem- twisting September 7, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:26 pm
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White,

twisting,

writhing,

flashing.

Black,

sizzling,

scorching,

smiling.

Red,

faith,

courage,

blood.

Yellow

bright,

hopeful,

dreaming.

Blue

bubbling,

pushing,

pulsing.

Colour me

a turning rainbow

sensational

essence

life.

 

poem- lying to yourself September 1, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:49 pm
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You make it

so

inside your head.

Convince yourself

you’re right

and true.

Ask for advice,

but

debate each position

deny each observation

sputter

rant

and grumble about lack of support.

If you don’t want

to hear,

don’t ask.

If you won’t consider

perspectives,

don’t request them.

If you only want approval,

just say,

“Aren’t I great!”

and don’t be surprised

by silence.

 

poem-Crash August 29, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:57 pm
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My head is light,

I am floating

I walk through clouds,

lightning flash,

crash.

The floor is cool

and comfortable.

The dog sniffs my face.

Why am I on the ground?

The doctor says,

feeling light headed is a signal

that you need to go low,

if you don’t do it,

your body will do it for you.

Ah.

Now I know.

 

 

poem- woof August 26, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:43 pm
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For National Dog Day

.

.

You jump onto the end of the bed

as I sit to remove my slippers.

Before I can left the sheets,

you’re at home on my pillow.

You sneak a glance, to see

whether you will get to stay.

Sorry pup,

perhaps another day.

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