Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

poem- grandma June 28, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:54 am
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I have lost her words

The narrative spun away

across the void of time.

I no longer hear her voice

echoing through my mind.

But here

a grocery list

a flash of history

Though mostly she is lost

to time and left

a mystery.

 

poem- walking

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:01 am
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you

me

.   sauntering

strolling     .

.           meandering

traipsing              .

.                          ambling

lumbering                     .

.                                    lurching

staggering                                    .

.                                              tottering

striding                                                   .

.                                                          marching

lunging                                                              .

we

embrace

.

.

.

I hope this works on your monitor.  The 2 perspectives should come evenly from either side to meet at “we / embrace”

 

poem- what June 27, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:10 pm
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When his gaze

met hers

across the room,

what

he meant to say

with his wink

was, ‘You entrance me’

‘I want to know you.’

‘I will fill your life with joy.’

But when she looked

again,

tears poured down his cheeks,

while he blinked feverishly,

so she looked away,

toward another sultry smile.

When his gaze

met hers

across the room,

he had much to convey

with his winking eye

but all his dreams

were destroyed

by a  lens-bound fly.

 

 

 

poem-creative protest

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:48 am
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Today,

I’m picketing injustice

with my son’s guitar.

Time to learn

how to play.

A rainy picket day

may as well bring new skills,

since there’s no other pay.

 

 

poem-dying

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:53 am
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One tumour

one bed

two hands clasped

four walls

five chairs

eleven shallow breaths a minute

twenty-four  syringes of pain meds

counting down now

four days since you ate

five days since you spoke

how many hours

of life?

.

.

.

Good bye Auntie Linda

who passed away at 10 p.m. June 26, 2014

apparently moments before I wrote this poem.

I’d been with her at 9 p.m.

.

 

 

political statement- BC teachers’ strike June 26, 2014

Filed under: Commentary,video — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:23 pm
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This is why teachers in BC are on strike.

I find most people in our community understand that we’re out for a reason and they are *very* supportive: bringing us food, coffee, waving, honking, etc.

Occasionally people shout “Get back to work, you lazy SOBS!” (Not many- about one or two a day) We are sorry the education system was able to teach these people neither  how important it is to research an issue before you articulate an opinion, nor how important it is for people to stand up for themselves against illegal actions from their government.   We’ll stand up for the kids of even those uninformed people.

For details, here is a very entertaining and accurate presentation about why every working person in BC needs to be alarmed about this government, why teachers voted in such numbers to walk.  If they can do this to the teachers, they can do it to you.

.

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I am the BCTF.

 

micropoetry- dinner

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:38 pm
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tail wagging

eager sniffing

bacon cooking

 

poem-hurt

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:08 am
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I regret

giving you

the last

ice cream

treat.

 

 

 

poem- after June 25, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:17 am
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After he came to her bed

she threw out her make up,

grew her hair over her face,

and zipped up a blubber suit.

After he came to her bed

she faded into a gossamer ghost,

hidden in plain sight.

 

 

poem- greedy June 24, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:24 pm
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I want

sun on your shoulders

breeze in your hair

speed in your feet

you with

me.