Shawn L. Bird

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poem-He probably drives a sports car, too October 19, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:40 pm
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Envy and bitterness

leaching through messages

Attacking success,

perseverence, achievement.

Pick them apart.

Minimize them to maximize you?

Hey dude,

Are you compensating?

Facing ‘if such unremarkable folk

can do it,

why can’t you?’

Is wondering why they’ve won

making you feel useless?

Um.

Maybe the difference is

they quit making excuses

and just got it done?

.

 

poem-who are you, really? July 19, 2021

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:00 pm
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I’m a good person!

I don’t cheat

(well, except that test,

but it was an important one, I couldn’t afford to fail!

Oh, and with that girl at the bar that one time when

the wife was out of town, but that was her fault)

I don’t lie

(well, except to my mom, she couldn’t handle knowing

and would raise a fuss).

I don’t steal

(Hey, those pirate book and video sites aren’t stealing,

those folks don’t deserve to be paid for their work!)

I don’t drink too much

(that time doesn’t count, we were celebrating!)

I’m not violent

(you can’t say she didn’t deserve that black eye).

I’m a good person.

I’m just like you, right?

What does ‘good’ mean, anyway?

 

poem- thirsty November 4, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:04 pm
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It’s all just excuses,

you’d say.

Sure. Blame me like always.

Like her feelings are an attack

somehow.

Maybe there’s something

you could do,

to acknowledge hurt and pain,

instead of defenses,

show adoration again.

 

 
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