Duty bound
following obligations
social necessities
tolerant smiles in public
irritated scowls at home
Where is he going with that?
poem-screw you! July 3, 2015
Oh you, Screw,
exiting from bone
seeking a new home
pushing through my skin
in increasing agonies of effort.
As we part ways, may I state
that while I appreciate you having held me together
during that stint of cold weather,
it’d be great if you stay in place until
the surgeon takes you away!
(This ankle pain rankles me).
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(I only wish this one was figurative, rather than literal!)
poem-men-oh-pausssse July 2, 2015
In the heat
her fingers sizzle from inside out
raising an ocean on her forehead
rivers racing down her back,
internal pressure steam driven engine
hissing irritably
summer outside
summer inside
poem- quiet voices July 1, 2015
I didn’t hear you
and you slipped past
your whispers only faint murmurs on the wind
less than the burbling susurrus of the river.
I heard shrieks and giggles,
running feet and splashing laughter;
I didn’t hear you.
poem- shovelling June 29, 2015
Oh sir, your manure pile is deep!
Dung beetles are digging, they scurry and creep.
Oh sir, please stop expecting that we’re venerating
the stench that you’re generating!
Bombousity and pompousity do not disguise
what is wise, you realize? The stench will rise
in quivering waves to the skies!
While you quip and you gloat, we see that the source
is not sheep, goat or horse; the muck’s clearly emenating
from your posterior aspect, and while some might declare
that’s your superior asset, I’m estimating the affair could use
less regulating and speculating so I’m delegating!
I’m calling the villagers, we’re gathering shovels
Enough with this sir! Stop slathering troubles
you’ve made with this crap pile; stop being so hostile
quit wallowing in this manure of your making
and swallow this brown pie that you’ve been baking.
Enough with this hideous idiocy!
Grab a shovel and clean up.
Be part of the team.
Put a cork in the hole.
Don’t try grabbing control.
Accept your strong role:
Help us all meet our goal!
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(We all know someone like this, don’t we? Or several someones?) 😉
poem- air June 28, 2015
I breathe in air so warm
the hairs in my nose sizzle,
I attempt to read, but
heat melts my resolve.
The porch swing is like a hot bath,
washing away concern and energy.
Languid summer afternoon,
Shuswap heat wave.
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Fell asleep trying to read on my porch this afternoon. When I came inside, I checked the thermometer: 43 C which is 109.4 F. Just a tad warm!
Poem- cause a scene! June 27, 2015
(For Des- ERS’s social justice queen!)
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Let’s all cause a scene.
Rock the boat.
Let’s all convene.
Cut out that throat.
Let’s burst a spleen.
Cast the deciding vote.
Let’s careen around corners
demean the disorder.
It’s not mean, it’s justice,
to cause a scene!
poem- hmm
What does it mean
that you wander through those hills,
hide between the rocks and burrow under roots?
What does it mean
that you listen to the birds,
head cocked in concentration for their words?
What does it mean
when your eyes turn to the peaks,
houses and humanity left behind your mind?
What does it mean
that spaces stretch to pain,
hubris becomes agony and no one is the same?
poem- lingering June 26, 2015
I want to linger here
as people leave the party
I want to stay with you.
When the last of us goes
this adventure is officially over.
I miss it already.
Shawn L. Bird 