Shawn L. Bird

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Poem-Fire of you July 12, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:55 pm
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Another re-post of an old favourite, as I try to get some words done on my CampNaNoWriMo project!

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This poem was written as a submission to the Burnaby Writers Society Poetry contest.  The theme was fire, and poets were encouraged to interpret the theme.  Still 2 months before winners will be announced.  

September 2011: This one was a contest finalist! Yay!

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You reached

into the flames

and  plucked an ember

that glowed with

happiness and hope

upon your palm.

.

In the

wavering sphere

of gold and crimson

light, I glimpsed our

future in flickering

depths.

.

But when I reached to take it in my grasp

you clasped

your fist closed,

so the glow

of my hope

spilled

from

your

fingers.

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“No,” you said.

“It will burn you.”

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Truth scorched through

the kindness in your eyes, but could not

extinguish my anguish,

even as you wrapped me in your arms

and murmured worthless words of consolation.

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I didn’t want your wisdom.

I…

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from the owl to the lark July 5, 2013

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As long as

I desire you at bedtime

and you desire me upon waking,

I think it will work out.

 

zinnia night July 2, 2013

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Black night around us

you slice into my dream

and I see zinnias:

exploding  fireworks,

vivid petals raining down,

Colouring our embrace.

 

on being thoroughly mused June 30, 2013

For Outlander author Diana Gabaldon:

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You

were not

just kissed

by the muse,

Diana, huntress,

goddess of the moon.

You were ravaged.

You were embraced;

your buttocks clutched

and hoisted high,

as the muse impaled you,

roughly pierced your soul,

raised hairs the whole length of you.

Seized by such  divine  inspiration,

you stretched, back arching,

and received the pulsing

thrusts of

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w

o

r

d

s

,

w

o

r

d

s

,

w

o

r

d

s.

.

Excruciating

ecstasy

that  called forth

rippling quivers,

left you heaving,

complete,

replete,

and pregnant

with story.

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Diana muse

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This post began with a random comment made on Diana Gabaldon’s Facebook page yesterday, and here we are!  My first erotica!  ((blush))  lol

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For those who wondered, yes, Diana has seen this, and I even have a recording of her laughing lustily about it, as we were wrapping up our blue pencil at SIWC 2013. 🙂  Her comment, should you not be able to read the image is, “Wow! That’s a GREAT poem Shawn! I’m truly honoured #mindIusuallyhavetodomoreofthework”

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In August 2013 she dedicated her Daily lines to me:

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The daily lines in question can be read here:

http://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1rlp46l

And if you’re a fan of Outlander and are now watching the TV series, you may enjoy the poem Dear Sam Heughan from August 2013 when Sam was first cast to play Jamie:  Diana has seen this one as well, and coached me through some necessary vocabulary alterations (see notes at the end). 😉

 

memory June 27, 2013

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Here is your memory

a box

a cube

a dream

a fantasy.

Here is your future

exploding

imploding

eroding

Here is

a box

a cube

a dream

a fantasy

exploding

imploding

eroding.

Here:

a box

exploding

a cube

imploding

a dream

eroding

a fantasy

here

future

memory.

 

ocean angels June 17, 2013

You are a poem

that only angels know.

You move with the ocean’s pulse

waves kissing the shore

twice a day,

touching sky,

swelling with promise.

You are a poem

only the angels know,

but I am listening

for your words

on the wind,

reaching to catch

the rhythm,

in the rolling tide,

stretching to hear

the angels whisper.

You are a poem

I long to know.

 

ancient history June 10, 2013

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Always

wasn’t as long as I expected.

Forever

didn’t outlast  the decades.

You’re

The Colliseum,

The pyramid at Giza,

The hanging gardens of Babylonia.

You may fool the Trojans

with that horse

but you no longer

fool me.

You’re Pompeii:

buried,
a frozen moment.
 I am not
an archeologist
any more.
 

summer comes June 9, 2013

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Summer comes

on breaths of

scent drenched air.

Blossoms,

beaches,

and vibrant beauty

enticing an

inhaled happiness,

beckoning the season of

freedom.

 

overflowing June 8, 2013

You look at my

half-empty glass

shake your head,

insert a straw,

blow in laughter and love,

and make my happiness

bubble up until it

overflows.

 

disco bird June 6, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:00 pm
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Starling:

speckled iridescence

disco strutting along the highway,

bobbing to the beat.

I hear your music.

You make me wanna

♦ d a n c e ! ♦