Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-not offended November 2, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:29 am
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Your words cannot offend.

I don’t depend on faulty interdiction.

Sometimes encouragement sounds like doubt.

Mona Lisa smile betrays my conviction:

Sure knowing I will transcend.

 

 

poem- profile then & now January 12, 2019

Filed under: Friendship,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:12 pm
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(for Nikki)

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I see joy.

See how you have expanded

until you’re exploding with all

that you’d held tightly

contained, buttoned up?

I see confidence.

See how what was timid

and tentative

now twinkles with the knowing

that you are amazing?

I am so proud

of who you’ve made,

you.

 

poem-when May 29, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:56 am
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(An early Father’s Day poem)

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When I was little

your face was behind a camera

capturing moments of my small life,

fearlessly climbing the steps on the tallest slide,

thigh high stretches for a toddler,

far above your head,

not afraid;

no pain had touched me.

Your greatest gift was security

to grow up confident in your love.

No one else ever loved me so well

or with such shameless devotion.

Oh, how great my loss.

When I miss you,

as I often do,

my memories are lit with

gratitude,

gratitude,

gratitude.

 

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-hopes and fears February 23, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:32 pm
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You know everything

at least you think you do

and constraints of adult expectations

are irritation to you.

So that older guy on social media

successfully calls you

offering freedom and attention

and you leave confidently,

but we fear your bravado

will crash into a predator

and send you cringing home

your security crushed

forever, by the wisdom gained

too late and too painfully.

 

poem- what are you saying? February 8, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:11 pm
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The dress is tight

and youthful.

You beam, when people say

“You look great!”

But from a distance

they observe

the bulges from

the botched cosmetic surgery,

and the fake parts glued here and there.

They sigh how sad it is

that you feel you need to try so hard

to be a plastic doll

instead of you.

True beauty is not

about artificial expectations

it’s about being confident

as you are

and celebrating

that your uniqueness

is beautiful.

 

poem- red lipstick January 1, 2014

A sales lady

rhapodized over my

red and purple shoes.

“I wish I had the guts

to wear something like that,”

she said, sighing.

“I always admire

great shoes on other people.”

.

I told someone of this,

and she said,

“I know what she means.

I used to envy people

who had the courage to wear

red lipstick.”

I smiled,

gazing at her scarlet lips.

“Do you feel super-powered

in that lipstick?”

Her eyes just twinkled in response.

.

We hold ourselves back,

from what will

make our spirits soar,

reveal our natures,

demonstrate our individuality,

because of what?

Fear of censure by dullards?

or

Fear of our own unleashed potential?

.

Embrace the tokens

of your power:

wear shoes that make your feet

dance in the street,

and lipstick that makes your smile

a billboard for your joy.

Be you

in all your

power.

.

(Thanks Julia, for loaning me the lipstick image). 😉

 

 
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