Your name drips heavy irony:
joyful, playful, desirable.
Was that a youthful you
I never knew?
What carved through
who you were meant to be
and left such an antipode
behind?
poem- looking April 3, 2019
Year after year
smiling faces under glass.
So many smiles only a whisper of memory:
oh yes. I remember that one
and that one
and that.
But so many others
slipped out of mind,
phantoms who haunted our rooms.
Are they still hovering ghosts
watching life happening around them
or are they finally
corporeal?
poem-decisions November 10, 2018
Silent chatter
clattering through her mind,
shouting thoughts,
whispered shrieks,
speaking do
don’t
do
don’t.
Can it be?
Will it be?
Should it be?
Yes.
No.
Make it so.
Stuttering possibility
silently.
poem-this moment November 6, 2018
This is not a test.
One chance.
One.
It all counts.
This is it.
Go.
poem-listen to your voice April 2, 2018
I wrap my arms around this dream and squeeze.
I unfold expectations, unwrapping a gift of discovery
What am I?
He wraps his arms around her dream and squeezes.
She unfolds expectations, unwraps discovery
What is she with him?
What is he with her?
What are they in their dreams?
You wrap your arms around your dream and squeeze
Unfold your expectations, unwrap your gift.
What are you?
You are
the gift.
NaPoWriMo #2 playing with voice
poem- December 24, 2017
Some of us
have more to contain
to be little rays of sunshine,
day to day,
but that doesn’t mean
it doesn’t do us more good
to be sunshine
than for us to complain
about our rain.
poem- poem vs ink December 8, 2017
A poem, found in the comments of NUDGE. By Shawn and Chris
.
Your mind, has to be much better.
You ‘re not getting shock treatment too?
Are you?
Not electro-shock, at least
They’re trying to make me look crazy.
Every time i go to the hospital
Strapped to a bed…
You may be fine, but
perhaps the drugs are crazy?
Drugs are how i am…
Where does one end and the other begin?
Is a place ahead
separate from that identity?
desired?
willed?
(Is this a poem?)
No,
drugs are part of the poem
Life is the poem;
drugs are just your ink.
poem-shed February 21, 2017
The plan
erodes
corrodes
implodes
as you stare at the wreck
you must live in.
But maybe
all is not as it seems,
maybe this is only the wood shed
and there’s a mansion
waiting for you
around the corner.
poem- label maker December 9, 2016
Draw from the bowl your persona.
Choose your labels.
Proclaim your choices.
I’m a slut!
I’m a slacker!
I’m a star!
No confirmation analysis.
No concerns for stolen
identity.
poem- free November 21, 2016
Blocked by memory
Limited by opportunity
Afraid of mobility
Paralyzed by stupidity?
Freedom to choose badly
Freedom to bully
Freedom is a power to manipulate evilly
Two and two is four
prove freedom is slavery.
Shawn L. Bird 