Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- empty the recycling August 30, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:36 am
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Angry men are glass

When they shatter

Their shards slice:

they destroy what matters.

They cut up lives,

lose the love they amassed.


poem-moment May 31, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:30 am
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One moment,

red filled,

changes everything.




(Reading S. E. Hinton’s Outsiders with my class today, and ch. 4 definitely has a red-filled moment that changes everything…).


poem- guessing May 2, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:11 pm
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I guess

I should remember

the curve of your cheek

the reach of your arms

the pitch of your voice.

I remember

the imprint of your fingers

against my thigh, rising scarlet.

I remember

the strident screech

that foretold your speeches

about the unfairness of life.

I remember

the flash of your eyes

the thud of the door

being poor.

I guess

I remember




(FYI- written in persona)


poem-simmering September 1, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:36 pm
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Your disapproval simmers,

irritation bursting in exclamatory bubbles,

mutter, mutter, mutter

like a lid bouncing on a pot.


poem- flaming November 9, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:54 am
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You’ve ignited,

conflagration in the halls,

a flaming torch.

Burning brightly,

napalm from your flame thrower

devouring the walls.

You’re an incendiary bomb

blazing through the air,

leaving no survivors

at all.



poem-squirrel rant August 23, 2014

Filed under: Poetry,Uncategorized — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:14 am
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That squirrel

is ranting like a

furious squeaky toy.

Ten minutes of

castigating harangue

from the willow tree

and no audience but me.


it’s not about a solution;

it’s just about

being heard.


poem- bubbles October 24, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:36 pm
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You’re simmering

on a low boil,

bubbles sitting on the

bottom of the pan,

popping to the surface

in occasional bursts

of aggravation.

I don’t know

whether to turn

up the heat,

or turn you off.


don’t February 4, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:26 pm
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don’t show it

when you’re feeling

crazy angry.

don’t show it

when you’re feeling

upside down.

don’t show it

when you’re feeling

like a bobbing cork

in the ocean:



don’t show it.


kiss them all.

glow with laughter.

don’t show.




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