Shawn L. Bird

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poem- Muffin Pantoum December 10, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:25 am
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Here’s another pantoum poem, written as a demo with a class on Poetry Friday.  This was last block of the day, and one of the students wanted to go get a muffin…  Another laugh filled class as we created this poem together!

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Muffin Pantoum (C block)

Josie and Ally want a muffin;

They can’t work on empty stomachs.

Without food, they won’t do nothin’.

How about crackers and hummus?

 

They can’t work on empty stomachs

How can we ask them to?

How about crackers and hummus?

As we watched, their hunger grew.

 

How can we ask them to?

A muffin’s not too much to ask!

As we watched, their hunger grew.

They couldn’t do their tasks.

 

A muffin’s not too much to ask!

A morsel would be fine!

They couldn’t do their tasks

Oh, please! Please, let them dine!

 

A morsel would be fine!

They only need a bit of food;

Oh, please! Please, let them dine!

Josie gives us attitude.

 

They only need a bit of food

Without food, they won’t do nothing

Josie gives us attitude:

Josie and Ally want a muffin!

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(This is quite literal. When we were done, they went off and got ONE muffin that they shared).  🙂

 

poem- a trifle January 11, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:04 pm
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A trifle is an insignificant thing

but not so when set within a trifle bowl

filled to the brim with

custard, cake, whipped cream

and pudding or gelatin

Any of which is itself complete

but oxymoronically a trifle is not trifling feast.

 

poem- cooking October 15, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:08 am
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Oh

the expression of distraught incredulity

on the dog’s face as

a tantalizing utensil travels above his head

on the way to the sink,

instead of to his dish.

 

poem-caught July 2, 2014

Filed under: fun,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:57 pm
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The “Isle of Capri” scent

wafting from the Lampe Berger

was supposed to ensure

you

didn’t

walk up the stairs and ask,

“What’d you burn?”

Perhaps I’ve used this strategy

once too often?

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I am vaguely amused that the photo on the Lampe Berger homepage shows the exact lampe that I was using…  (cough)

 

 
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