Shawn L. Bird

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poem- four centuries April 23, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:14 pm
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Four centuries

before I was born

Will Shakespeare arrived

on the planet.

Four centuries ago today

Will’s body died

but his voice remains,

his words will still enthrall,

for centuries.

 

 

 

 

 

poem-ulterior motives November 2, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:06 pm
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They cluster about

like vampires,

smiling sycophants,

their eyes glowing

with delight,

basking in your presence.

Their good intentions

would suck you dry,

if you gave them half

a chance.

 

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File under: Things I Learn from Watching the Greats in Action

 

poem- knowing glances June 29, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:00 pm
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Her eyes twinkling with  fervour

I introduced the devotee to the star of the evening.

Without preamble she leapt into analysis

of the opus, confusing words, likely erroneous.

The star gave me a glance with eyebrow raised

and I offered a half smile and shrug,

as graciously she said

“Oh, yes?” and turned to her next supplicant;

dismissing the devotee  withdrawing

on her delighted sighs.

 

Be My Music October 29, 2010

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:45 am
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I heard a voice
from long ago
singing
Be My Music.

While I sat at my computer
working away
I found tears in my eyes

Grace would understand
how the music creeps
and pepper sprinklings of memory
burn

I am music
I am words
I am melancholy
I am bliss
I am
beyond this nostalgia
and today’s tune
is the best
song
I could have
sung.

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