Shawn L. Bird

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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

 

poem- victory September 22, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:41 am
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Small victory

multiplied.

Big tasks

divided

into

parts

so

small–

how could I not succeed?

Deadlines

focus goals.

Day by day,

Chew each bite thoroughly.

Done!

Launch hope with a key stroke.

Completion is victory enough,

but still…

Fingers crossed.

 

poem-here June 3, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:10 pm
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Here is the place,

soft amber light

warm hands

cool breeze.

Here is the circle,

feel the connection

crackling completeness

arms tight,

hearts warm.

Here is love,

wrapped around you,

holding you up,

sending you strength.

Here is peace.

Here is hope.

Here is now.

.

.

For Londa.

 

poem-truth and dare March 15, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:02 pm
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Here is the true thing, my children.

It is dark outside.

There are beasts with teeth and claws,

prepared to rip and tear you into tiny bits.

Oh, yes, my children,

it is dark outside.

You must beware.

.

But come, my children,

here is another true thing.

There is light outside.

It glows from windows and from hearts;

it pulls what’s apart, together, wrapping gleaming strands

of hope, that shimmer if you look just so.

See?

There in your heart: a star!

Dare, my children, to shine.

It is dark outside.

You must

Be light.

 

 

poem-flashes February 8, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:26 pm
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I’ve forgotten your name,

but one glance at the back of a pear-shaped girl

in a tight striped top and jeans,

brought you sailing through the years.

Short, feathered hair.

Acne scars.

Knock-kneed shuffle.

Booming laugh.

Where did I know you?

Whoever you are,

I hope you’re happy today.

I hope your life has been all you dreamed.

 

poem- light at the end of the tunnel December 5, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:50 pm
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There’s a spark in the darkness,

a pin point of light,

that might just mean,

day is right ahead.

Maybe.

 

poem- no fantasy? no romance? December 1, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:21 pm
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It is so sad

that you eschew fantasy and romance in your world.

Without fantasy, where is imagination? Where is spark? Where is possibility?

Without romance, where is connection? Where is life? Where is compatibility?

You, ‘realist’ are deluded.

Facing reality means seeing above, below, beyond, and through.

Recognizing the power of the metaphor.

Feeling the electricity of a touch, when your love has gone.

Celebrating what may be.

It means believing in hope.

A realist is a dead shell lapped upon the beach,

while a great ocean signs beside it and carries whales

and sailing ships off over the horizon.

You can still be sensible,

and see the magic of the world.

 

 
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