Shawn L. Bird

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poem- warrior woman September 30, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:49 pm
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Warrior,

stands, raised hand

answer every question

to bring justice to a depraved land.

Warrior stands

warning of the beast eager to devour.

tells how it mauled,

and it whines, growls, evades

responsibility.

The beast does not know it is a beast,

but the warrior knows.

The warrior warns.

As the beast prowls and pretends

to be a kitten, a puppy, an innocent thing.

The warrior knows.

The warriors know.

Are you listening?

Or will you open doors and invite it

to devour you?

 

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poem: The Game April 16, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:33 pm
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He serves: I’m working late

She returns: Sounds good. I think I’ll go out, myself

He lobs: Who are you going with?

She returns: Why does it matter?

He stretches, just manages: You might be in an accident.  I should know where to look.

She returns to the far corner: So I can stop into the office and see you this evening?

He turns too slowly, can’t reach far enough: Uh.

Zero love.

 

#NaPoWriMo prompt 16 about a game.

(Still writing poems that connect with my current novel writing project)

 

poem-flying February 8, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:41 pm
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Fleance dreams of flight,

soaring on outstretching wings

into a moonlit night,

No day trips for him, he’s heard things

about flying too near the sun.

Day is for escape, for climbing,

Peaks ascending, journeys begun,

At sunset (it’s all about the timing)

he leaps into red glowing,

falls on moon rise

spreads his wings, catches winds flowing

embraces skies,

Wonders at all he does espy

and murmurs “Fly, Good Fleance! Fly!”

 

poem- honey December 2, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:11 pm
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Sculpting honey?

Pointless.

Shapes dissolve in moments,

dissappear in the gleaming

sweetness of now–

much like

memories

of you.

 

poem-see October 25, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:29 am
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I see

how every word crashes into you,

threatens to capsize you,

flaps at your mainsail,

sends your boom flying across a bow,

leaving your cowering on the deck,

begging for the storm to pass.

Aim for port, where words

are bulwarked by the breakwater,

and tides are tempered.

We’ll tie up in safety;

see?

 

 

poem-Brittany December 27, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:00 am
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So small,

but her voice rings out,

bell-like and true

She holds tightly to the tune.

Iridescent cherry curves of caramel.

Beauty under pressure,

vibrating on my lap

music therapy for what ails me.

.

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A little metaphor.  Here’s the Brittany in question:

Literally true- she keep her tuning amazingly well- I didn’t play for a month and every note was still right!  Unheard of in a harp, really.  Also, the strings are under nearly a ton of pressure, the soundboard bellies out quite dramatically. (They say a harp sounds at its most beautiful just before it explodes…)  My Brittany is cherry wood in the sound box, pillar and harmonic curve, but Baltic birch on the sound board.  She’s a very beautiful little harp.

 

poem-going July 19, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:47 am
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He’s going.

I feel him stretching out

like old elastic on the tops of pantyhose.

How old are your pantyhose?

That’s not the point.

You need to refresh your pantyhose, seriously

that elastic is good for a decade at least.

Oh forget I said it.  He’s going.  I can feel him slipping away.

Like pantyhose falling off your hips if they’re so old the elastic is brittle?

Well, yes.

I have some elastic lace.  We can sew it onto the pantyhose.  They’ll be like new.

It’s not about the pantyhose.

No.  It’s about the elastic.

No. It’s about the leaving.

You know, if you put a pair of panties over the pantyhose, it will keep them up.

Like a hug.

Exactly like a hug.  Sometimes the pantyhose work down a bit and are uncomfortable, but they stay up.

How do you know these things?

Oh.  We all have our emergency strategies.

Emergency.

Definitely.

Hmm.  Right.  Thanks.

 

 

 
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