Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- beware the horde April 25, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:07 am
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The zombie horde is here.

You see them wandering through town

eyes cast down

faces gleaming in reflected glow.

They don’t notice anything

beyond the little screen

that disengages in the lie

of social connection,

introspection?

Zombies  don’t know how

to greet a stranger with a smile

to meet a new friend’s eyes.

Their thumbs down

they’re dumbed down.

Mindless, spineless,

hypnotized, mesmerized,

To numb to despise the device

that drugs them ’til they hum,

with zombie poison.

 

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poem-dull April 25, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:23 am
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Your wits are dull

Your eyes are glazed

Your ambitions are low

You are dull

There is nowhere

for you to go.

 

poem- happiness is November 24, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:48 pm
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Joy is

is happy feet,

creamy leather

ornate scrolls

and cryptic snippets of

soleful inspiration,

sliced off at the edges:

Be proud in the love you have been given

Ask why you’re doing it.

Your car drive fluevog

to be human

you go give thanks

your sole will direct

and p ills outwards the rest

Spills outward the rest

deeply funky let your life shine in dark

human is to be divine

style is grace

Yes, Sight is a Miracle.

Like the bag says,

“you can’t buy happiness,

but at least you can buy Fluevogs.”

and contemplate

cryptology in your sole.

.

.

The shoes are Fluevog Miracle Sight in cream.

The socks are over the knees from http://www.sockdreams.com.

They’re like a match made in heaven, aren’t they?

 

poem-spun October 22, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:54 pm
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They can not see beyond the fog

that is all they seek.

Escape.

They fall altered into pharmaceutical

reality.

Mist like creeping mustard gas

poisons their future

stealing their hopes

ruining their dreams.

They fill their days

seeking nebulous security

altered beyond

recognition.

.

.

For those kids and their families battling with addiction who most need education and school supports to develop health and security.

 

poem- stranger November 17, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:36 am
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You

were the stranger in the house

the sullen face across the table.

You

were the accuser in the house

certain of your imaginary world.

You

were the lost in the house

confused by our reality.

You

were in the house,

but we did not reach

You.

 

poem- confessions of an addict September 18, 2013

Filed under: Poetry,Reading,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:04 am
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Someone said,

“Books are a hard-bound drug

with no danger of over-dose.”

Lies.

I am an addict.

I have clutched my paper-bound

or hard-bound drug until

my hands are frozen claws,

I have lost hours of my life

in the blink of an eye,

I opened the cover for

just a few pages before bed,

and blinked up at the dawn light

as the birds mocked outside my window.

I turn pages until my eyes

can not focus,

my lids rasp close,

my arms tremble,

my fingers numb,

my neck kinked,

but still I read on, until

my eyes

close.

I stagger in a stupor

to my bed.

When I am lost to consciousness,

my dreams are vivid,

I wake with an aching head,

the morning after.

I am a book addict.

I know over-dosing

is a danger,

but

the paper smells so good,

the rustle of the pages

is music,

the story is magic,

and I am helpless in

its thrall.

That’s all.

My name is Shawn,

and I am addicted to books.

 

 

Fluevog addiction August 22, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:53 pm
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It is no surprise to any of the regular readers of this blog that I’m very fond of beautiful shoes.  I inherited this penchant from my mother, who had a huge shoe collection while I was growing up (and still does, though unfortunately, not my size!).  In the last year or so, I discovered the shoes of Vancouver designer John Fluevog.  The designs are fun and interesting, and they are well made and very comfortable.  Most of my Fluevog collection is shown in Auntie Bright’s Pinterest board.    (Except the Prepare Scout clogs/mules which are not Auntie Bright’s style, but are mine. 🙂  Proof that she’s not exactly like me, no matter what my friends claim).

This lady in Winnipeg, however, leaves me in the dust, and I am rather jealous of her one of a kind samples!  🙂   The way I’m going, I may just have this many eventually.  So far, I have a mere seven pairs of Vogs, but check out Rebecca Harasym’s huge collection of wearable Fluevog art!  My husband is going to quake in his un-Fluevogian boots when he sees this!  🙂  If she started collecting in 2006, it looks like she averaged something like 20 pair each year…  With shoes running $150 to $200 a pair, and boots in the $350 to $400 range, this collection is probably worth $20-30,000.

 

 
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