Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-new January 1, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:20 pm
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And here begins

another new calendar,

Yesterday just the same,

but everything new, they say.

No hurt to take today

to contemplate,

what has been,

what is,

what may be.

No hurt to take today,

to ruminate,

to declare

that this twelve months

will bring unprecedented

opportunities,

successes beyond expectation,

joys that cause hearts to sparkle,

health in abundance.

This twelve months

will bring contentment

and satisfaction

appreciation,

and celebration.

 

poem- My daughter says July 8, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:55 pm
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My daughter says

.   my hair’s too long;

.   it drags my formerly too round face

.   down.

My daughter says

.   my car’s too girlish;

.   pastel seats and butterflies

.   are frivolous.

My daughter says

.   my voice is too strident;

.   her ears are are hurt

.    by their happy cadence.

To my daughter I say

.    life’s too short to be

.    a fuddy-duddy*

.    before you’re thirty.

.

.

*fuddy-duddy: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fuddy-duddy

 

poem-identity September 15, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:10 pm
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It walks like a duck

And talks like a duck

except

when it

woofs

like a retriever

Sometime Occam fails to slice

the correct solution with his razor.

 

poem- best laid plans September 2, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:12 am
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Anticipation building.

Preparations made.

At the back of the mind

Really?

Surely there will come disappointment

instead of you?

 

poem-unexpected April 24, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:08 pm
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You had plans

expectations

fought to bring them to fruition.

Imagine your surprise

when they were realized,

to find what you’d surmised

to be a paradise, what you fantasized

is actually a ruination

and your frustration forces a

mutation of

your plans.

 

poem-labels February 27, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:29 pm
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She is nestled up against him

waiting for the whispered words

of adoration, desire.

He sighs contently, and tells her

she is cuddly.

That sounds like a teddy bear she says.

He pulls her closer, nuzzling into her neck,

but a single tear rolls down her cheek.

 

poem- excused October 26, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:43 pm
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There is always an excuse

for not meeting expectations.

Someone else is always to blame

that you couldn’t meet expectations.

Everyone else is expected to leap

to meet your expectations.

Could you please just accept

responsibility for your actions?

.

.

Just a little venting.  🙂

 

 

 
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