Shawn L. Bird

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poem- limited visibility December 8, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:28 pm
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The lake is there,

just over the hill. Our view is

stolen by lilacs.

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View from our living room window. In the winter, we can see the lake. Just barely. Darn lilacs.

 

haiku-hope October 16, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:36 am
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There on the hillside

A puddle of brilliant light

Sun broken through clouds

 

haiku- winter night February 12, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:19 pm
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Silent winter night

Snow falling peacefully ’til

the plough comes scraping.

 

haiku- 100th anniversary of WW1 end November 11, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:29 am
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The guns fell silent

one hundred years ago, but

it didn’t end all war.

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Mired in mud and blood

patriotism butchered

a generation.

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If only those

recruitment posters were true

and their lives bought us peace.

 

poem- work party October 23, 2018

Squirrel boss curses

clumsy workers as chestnuts

clatter past branches.

 

Class assignment:

Find an example of

alliteration

assonance

onomatopoeia

personification

Find 2 examples of consonance.

Go! 🙂

 

 

 

haiku-still March 12, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:54 am
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Diva Winter grips

her sequined white cloak. Clinging,

while we wish for Spring.

 

poem-hammock day June 30, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:07 pm
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Nothing says summer

like the  swaying of a hammock

under a tree.

 

poem-heat June 29, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:47 pm
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In this heat

my body is a compass needle,

aimed at cool water.

 

haiku- love April 20, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:49 am
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Love sits in a box

in the fridge: apple crumble pie

for breakfast.

 

haiku-dream March 26, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:51 pm
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Down the hall, I hear

the soft woofing of a dreaming dog,

but no dogs are here.

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Is someone gleefully

chasing dream rabbits

at our B and B?

.

True story.  (Thin walls).

 

 
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