Shawn L. Bird

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poem- twisting September 7, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:26 pm
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White,

twisting,

writhing,

flashing.

Black,

sizzling,

scorching,

smiling.

Red,

faith,

courage,

blood.

Yellow

bright,

hopeful,

dreaming.

Blue

bubbling,

pushing,

pulsing.

Colour me

a turning rainbow

sensational

essence

life.

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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.

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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. 😉

#miniaturepoodle

 

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.

But

I must stay and read

this day away,

Not really sorry to be

in need of story

 

 
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