Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- little steps January 28, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:43 pm
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Great dreams.

Big hopes.

Massive endeavours.

Long journeys.

All large things

take little steps.

Bit by bit

bite by bite

step by step.

War and Peace

started with one word

on the page.

Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony

began with one note.

Huge

begins

small.

Just

begin.

 

 

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poem-caveat emptor November 17, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:45 pm
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Let no further discussion

mar your sense of certainty.

Let no logic stir irrationality,

challenge responsibility,

force mutability.

Enough!

Sine pace.

Fix this!

 

poem-this moment November 6, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:27 pm
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This is not a test.

One chance.

One.

It all counts.

This is it.

Go.

 

poem-wandering August 7, 2018

It is

It isn’t

Round and round

I can!

I can’t!

You do

You don’t

and trying

trying

trying

doesn’t make it easier

to pull your broken brain away

from turbulance

I don’t know you anymore

I don’t like you anymore

Loyalty keeps me doing

because I promised him

and you can’t help being broken

I know.

It is

It isn’t

Time ticks by

I try

I try

I try.

 

poem-care March 8, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:40 am
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She shouldn’t care more about you

than you do yourself.

Your success should be on your shoulders

not on hers.

She can guide, support, aid,

but you must do the work,

think the thoughts, stretch your brain,

believe you can.

There is no easy way.

You need to care enough to be your best,

trust the tools and safe venue for risk,

let her cheer from the side,

as she watches you ride

away into your future.

You need to trust, this isn’t a place

to stay.

 

poem- There is a ghost… October 19, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:35 am
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…in my easy button.

.

Confident red circle

sits

in its isolation

on the desk

proclaims,

“That was easy!”

.

We hear the outbursts

amused from a distance,

that it appreciates

ataraxia.

.

Our brains may ache

with the effort

of learning,

.

but that red button

assures us

It wasn’t difficult

at all.

BUTTON

 

 

 

 

poem-sparkles May 23, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:36 am
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The light of you

twinkles on your skin

sends shooting stars crackling from the top of your head.

The light of you

glows blue green like  phosphorescence

attracting, inviting.

You are bio-luminescence

shimmering on an ocean,

trails flowing after you  like an evening gown.

I reach to dip my hand into the water and watch the light

die in my palm.

I long to live in your light,

bathe in the beauty,

float in the flotilla of the mesmerized, microscopic worshipers

flowing after you.

But you go your way

and I go home.

I gaze after you, and wonder if you’ve shared enough of you,

for me to generate light

of my own.

.

.

.

(for Sheri-D)

It’s always a let down at the end of a conference to leave the like minds of other writers, and return home to quotidian life.  This was a particularly good conference for me, with lots of messages from the universe (or rather one that just kept coming up over and over).  I am hopeful the words will be off on interesting journeys as a result of the learning.

 

 
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