Shawn L. Bird

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poem-spooky September 21, 2022

Filed under: fun,poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:38 am
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A spooky tautogram:

She saw something.
Some small, slithering something
Sang soft serenades.
Surrounding sounds: snuffling, snorting.
Someone slides stealthily.
She’s somewhere spooky,
Sometimes scary:

A tautogram (Greek: taut=same, gram=letter) is a poem where all the words begin with the same letter, though not necessarily the same sound. They should be both grammatical and sensical.


poem- Sibling Rivalry October 29, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:14 am
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The air was crisp
The sky was damp
My brother hissed
Under the lamp
The sky was damp
My sister screamed
Under the lamp
Its powerful beams
My sister screamed
The monster’s eyes
Its powerful beams
Her soul it fries
The monster’s eyes
The horror grows
Her soul it fries
Its hot breath blows
The horror grows
More monsters lurk
Its hot breath blows
My brother smirks
More monsters lurk
My brother hissed
My brother smirks
The air was crisp

This was a demo pantoum written with my class today when they were introduced to the form. It took an unexpected turn! 🙂

If you scroll to the bottom, WordPress will probably link to a couple of other pantoums written with my classes in previous years. They are entertaining.



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poem- tossing April 4, 2019

Filed under: Poetry,poodles — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:24 am
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I toss.

You race.

You leap.

You flip.

You pant.

You return

on a joy-fueled frenzy

for the fun of the chase.

To vicariously share your bliss,

I toss.



(Just in from a supremely athletic game of fetch- with a Chuckit Flying Squirrel. Now a happily exhausted poodle is at my feet.  I once saw a Ziggy cartoon that said he just wanted to go to dog heaven and toss balls for eternity. I sometimes feel like that is already my prime raison d’etre according to Kiltti!  How about you? Do you play a lot of fetch?).  



poem- twisting September 7, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:26 pm
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Colour me

a turning rainbow





Poem-Egger Pantoum December 9, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:10 pm
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In our school, the chef’s training kids make ‘eggers’ in the morning.  These are buns with fried egg, cheese, and a sausage patty.  They are a popular fast-food breakfast fare, but I hate them.  Fried eggs are nauseating to me, runny yolks make me want to vomit, the smell makes me nauseous.  So, to avoid calamity, I do not allow them in my class room. Kids have to eat them outside the room. There are huge windows between room and hall, so the class can watch the egger eater outside, like a sad puppy at the glass, waiting to come in.  

Today we learned about pantoum poems, and before they wrote their own, I guided a class written one.  This was what A block English 11 came up with, as one student was barred and then didn’t realise the door was unlocked, so he could just walk back in when he was done eating his egger.  There was lots of laughter, as we wrote it!  🙂  I love Poetry Fridays!

Egger Pantoum (A block’s)

I wanted into English class.

I wasn’t allowed in.

They laughed at me, en masse.

Eating eggers is a sin


I wasn’t allowed in;

I walked away.

Eating eggers is a sin.

What a great start to the day.


I walked away.

I wandered through the halls.

What a great start to the day,

Trapped within these walls.


I wandered through the halls.

I’m chewing very slowly

Trapped within these walls

Eating eggers, I’m unholy


I’m chewing very slowly;

Tears are streaming down my cheeks.

Eating eggers, I’m unholy,

The door won’t open for a week.


Tears are streaming down my cheeks.

They laughed at me, en masse!

The door won’t open for a week.

I wanted into English class!


poem-sweet July 5, 2016

Filed under: Poetry,poodles — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:00 pm
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Beetle black eyes

sparkling intelligence

in that black satin face

long pink tongue

hangs between canine teeth

ferociously happy.



Shaved the puppy today.  His face is nekkid but he’s extra cute!  We’ve been training today.  He learned 3 new tricks!  He puts the toy into a lacrosse stick for me to throw it (very handy on mucky days), he’ll lie over my feet, and he stands on his back feet.  This in addition to come, sit, down, back, catch, go pee.  Very talented puppy. 😉



poem- hatted June 22, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:33 am
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A jaunty hat catches eyes

inspires a smile.

A jaunty hat always tries

to beguile

but it’s too happy to seduce

its morals are not loose

That hat’s a joyful

welcome mat to fun.


poem-laugh January 31, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:00 am
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A titter

a giggle

a chuckle

a guffaw

a chortle

What a joke.


poem- critics July 24, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:39 am
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The ground squirrels have been offering endless entertainment

Daily theatre of gamboling fun with whistle accompaniment.

First I saw a lady with a  trap

Then all the ground squirrels were gone.

End of the play.

Critics are deadly.


poem-story sorry May 31, 2015

Filed under: fun,Poetry,Reading — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:04 pm
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I’m caught in a story

I can’t come out;

I’ll say I’m sorry.


I must stay and read

this day away,

Not really sorry to be

in need of story


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