Shawn L. Bird

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poem- Walking the plank on a sinking ship September 26, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:26 am
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Step. Pause.

Step. Pause.

Step. Pause.

I hear the wedding march.

Step. Pause.

Step. Pause.

This isn’t going to go well.

Step. Pause.

Step. Pause.

Step. Splash.

Nope.

Not well at all.

Blub.

Blub.

Blub.

 

poem-autumn September 25, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:55 pm
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A Kelly lune:
.

Leaves falling:

summer’s glorious

departure

.

A Kelly lune is a triplet poem with syllable count of 3, 5, 3.

 

poem-split September 18, 2022

Broken heart,
How has this child crushed hope,
Torn relationship apart?

You’re a ghost.
They don’t give a damn these days;
Occasional text at most.

Maybe time
will heal whatever lies here,
Give grace, pass this pantomime.

This is a treochair poem. The triplet stanzas have an ABA rhyme scheme, a 3, 7, 7 syllable count, and alliteration.

 

poem-less anxious September 16, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:40 pm
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Dark dusky sky

Gulls cry

Gliding by, wings wiping at air

Diving down to thieve

Thoughts of tomorrow

Wasting no worries

On what might not be.

 

poem-peaceful August 31, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:49 am
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Curled up comma, figure in curly fur,
beside me, softly snoring,
my happy puppy dreams.

This is a KIMO poem. The kimo has a single image, no rhyme, 3 lines, with 10-7-6 syllable count.

 

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- I saw a shooting star August 29, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:05 am
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I saw a shooting star

.

Last night

while letting out the dog:

a streak across the sky.

The dog squatted in the grass while

A weary  traveler burned through our

atmosphere.

My upward glance made me a witness

and I must say, that meteor’s end

made midnight
magic.

 

Poem- Cold Comfort pantoum August 24, 2022

COLD COMFORT

(by Shawn Bird and the 2021 En 11-A class)

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Something burns on a winter night

I smell the smoke and see the fire

Reflections on the snow are bright

The dreams to which I aspire

.

I smell the smoke and see the fire

What hopes linger in the dark

The dreams to which I aspire

Rise to the sky in flickering sparks

.

What hopes linger in the dark

Cradling cocoa in my hands

Rise to the sky in flickering sparks

My heart longs to dance

.

Cradling cocoa in my hands

Warm steam tickling my nose

My heart longs to dance

And waken my frost-bitten toes

.

Warm steam tickling my nose

The family encircles the flames

And waken my frost-bitten toes

Relaxing after winter games

.

The family encircles the flames

Reflections on the snow are bright

Relaxing after winter games

Something burns on a winter night

.

A pantoum is written in quatrain stanzas with lines 2 and 4 of each stanza repeating as lines 1 and 3 of the subsequent stanza until the last stanza, which circles back to the beginning, with line 2 being line 3 of the first stanza and line 4 being the first line of the poem. There are no rhythm rules so line lengths can vary. It is amazing how impactful this repetition proves to be.

If you try it, do post a link to your pantoum in the comment section!

 

Crushed December 15, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:55 pm
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Beneath the rock slide
I lie gasping.
So many stones squashing
the life out of me,
Covid, isolation, tension,
anxiety in others,
illness, recent deaths,
responsibility, each a
pebble piled
until breathing seems
an impossibility.
Where is the safety crew
to clear the debris
so we can be well,
be free of despair,
be who we used
to be.

 

poem-heavy December 4, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:23 am
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What is this woodblock in my chest
beyond kilos and pounds to tons (or tonnes)?
Quivering, it vibrates my spine,
my foggy head,
all’s aching weight,
anguish and dread.

 

 
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