Shawn L. Bird

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Found poem- from the WordPress blog roll April 24 2013 17.46-18.04 hours PDT April 24, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:30 pm
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(If you should see a line from your poem in this, please link to it in the comments!)  Each line is taken from a poem on the blog roll, in order, backwards in time.

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I can’t sing you a sad song.

   patience for life’s lovers

      all these people,

         opened up,

              howl like children

                 for something different in these places.

Mermaids only dream

   our burning love.

I will not take

    first dandelions,

       each one a kiss

           weighing heavy on my heart.

Warm breath on my neck,

     I have burned.

I could write between the lines

     the many masks of the broken child:

        Rainbow sprays in the garden.

I love you still.

Lullaby sea

     has aged gracefully.

Time has taken

    the dewdrops of sadness

         awaiting damnation,

              silencing the crowds.

Blink of an eye,

     what was wholly irrelevent

            blossoms in the mind:

                  I never see you smiling.

Life makes us cynical,

      oddly balanced.

That impossible moment

      lights the trees,

           the sky looks like me.

 

Will’s birthday triolet April 23, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:59 pm
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Oh Will! Today it’s your birthday

(And sadly, also when you died).

Tradition says so anyway.

Oh Will! Today it’s your birthday,

and when my students sang, they sighed.

They hate to study poems and plays

Dear Will! Today it’s your birthday.

(And sadly, also when you died).

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A triolet.  Set rhyme scheme, with repeating lines, in iambic tetrameter. Happy Birthday William Shakespeare  April 23, 1564 to April 23, 1616. 

 

new library locks April 22, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:34 am
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In the four hours

I spent

trying fruitlessly

to load a library book

on my new e-reader,

I could have driven

to the library

taken out the book,

read it,

and returned it.

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I have a new e-reader, since my Sony died this weekend.  The Kobo Glo is quite sleek and light weight and the screen is fantastic.  However, it does not seem to want to transfer library books.  I’m feeling a trifle grumpy with Kobo today, despite the fact that they show all my books in their catalogue and on preview. (Though some as Shawn Bird and others as Shawn L. Bird- what’s with that?).  Anyone have a secret method of getting library books to transfer?  I”m using Adobe Digital Editions, and I’ve tried dropping and clicking files from my download location to the Kobo, which worked with all my existing e-library, but didn’t with the new library book. Suggestions?

 

baby giggles April 21, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:14 pm
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The gummy smile

stretches wide across the chubby cheeks

and the belly jiggles

when baby giggles.

 

Mothers’ tears April 20, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:36 pm
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Never,

ever,

make your

mother cry.

Never,

ever,

bring tears

to her eye.

Never,

ever,

force a

melancholy sigh

Never,

ever,

make her

sacrifices lie.

Never,

ever,

make your

mother cry.

Unless,

she’s blessed,

and tears are joy

wept dry.

 

Book spine poem — April 19, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:57 am

I have never created one of these, but as I’m typing in the library, I have found this one by Front Street Teens that is one that I think is very effective. I’m inspired.

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saxy poem April 18, 2013

Filed under: Grace Awakening Myth,Poetry,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:50 am
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The bari-sax

is very sexy.

Those low

notes

go

down

to your soul

and grind around

in your groin. 

I love

good

sax.

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This is culled from a bio piece about the Grace Awakening Myth character Ryan, who plays sax.  You may have noticed that Ryan is a little obsessed with sex, as well.

 

Boston April 2013 April 17, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:26 pm
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Legs ache

mile after mile

hour after hour.

Grasp gasping.

Aim: medal.

Ahead: Finish

Smoke and

Noise

and

coloured paper falling

like ticker tape.

Metal.

Collapse  coughing

Pavement slick.

Legs ache.

 

Green land? April 16, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:54 pm
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Someday I want to go to Greenland

That fabled Viking Fantasyland

Eric assured all it’d be a nice land

though, it’s much icier than Iceland.

Someday I want to go to Greenland,

That rarely ever seen land.

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In the WordPress map of blog viewers, I have visitors from all over the world, but I have never had a visitor from Greenland, so I thought I’d write a little ditty about it.  Have you been to Greenland?  What is it like?

 

marathon haiku

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:49 pm
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A perfect steel sphere

lies in a scarlet pool ‘neath

the Finish banner.