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
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
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
you.
.
.
(FYI- written in persona)
poem-simmering September 1, 2015
Your disapproval simmers,
irritation bursting in exclamatory bubbles,
mutter, mutter, mutter
like a lid bouncing on a pot.
poem- flaming November 9, 2014
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
That squirrel
is ranting like a
furious squeaky toy.
Ten minutes of
castigating harangue
from the willow tree
and no audience but me.
Sometimes
it’s not about a solution;
it’s just about
being heard.
poem- bubbles October 24, 2013
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
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:
directionless,
lonely.
don’t show it.
smile.
kiss them all.
glow with laughter.
don’t show.
tell
lies.
Shawn L. Bird 