Shawn L. Bird

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poem-right for you May 18, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:20 pm
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For Linda, and those Fluevog Heidi boots… 🙂

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Never felt right for me.

Sloppy here

Too tight there

Almost like they just weren’t meant to be.

Then you came along

singing those songs

inspiring me.

You made me laugh

A rough task when my brain is broken.

When we had a chance to meet

Your floral feet put right next to mine

The sky lit with possibility of

A perfect fit.

Almost as if I’d been meant to keep them safe for you

Almost as if they were waiting.

I’m waving those babies good-bye as you drive down the street.

I’m elated we had a chance to meet,

’cause those boots were plainly meant for your feet.

They’re meant for dancing to the beat

stomping on bad days,

striding places

where I was never going to take them.

I know it’s absolutely true:

Those boots were meant for you.

 

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poem- poem vs ink December 8, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:50 am
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A poem, found in the comments of NUDGE. By Shawn and Chris

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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- pathways October 8, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:51 pm
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This is our path

We walk step in step

We’re heading in the same direction

Around us, the seasons change,

friends leave us with only memories,

reminding us that these days are precious

our hands are clasped together,

trusting in our

future.

 

poem-moment June 15, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:46 pm
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In a moment

everything she thought she’d be

was sliced away.

In a moment

simple expectations yielded

to new arrays.

In a moment

opportunity seized her hand

to her dismay.

In a moment

foolish disappointments

were child’s play.

In a moment

her entire future was pulled

onto a new pathway.

 

 

poem-destiny October 13, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:35 am
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It weaves around the sky

like jet streams tying ribbons

of air,

entangled trust

entwining wishes,

entrusting time

twisting you and me

into a braid

of mist.

 

poem- fewer September 13, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:25 pm
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There could be no fewer steps

than those he trodded toward you

straight limbed and unencumbered

directly into destiny.

There could be no fewer steps

than those away from dreams

point-less apparitions

of troubled consciousness

directly into destiny.

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(I don’t know what it means.  If you have an idea, feel free to share!)

 

poem- it couldn’t be August 1, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:16 pm
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No

Why imagine that?

You can’t do that!

That’s not for the likes of you.

No

That’s all they ever said.

I had to stay in this rut

and be what they had settled for

But

my wishes had wings

My dreams dredged deeper

and where I am

is a place of possibility

too great for them to see

Michaelangelo could look

into a rock and see the face of angels

like me

 

 
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