Is that rain or is it snow?
The weather out there doesn’t know.
But it’s coming quickly through the air,
so I won’t be going anywhere.
poem- weathered December 26, 2014
poem- together November 2, 2014
His scowl bounces off the walls
and she knows what kind of bounce he needs
but their inconvenient visitor
incites invible depression
so there is no undressing
for decompressing
As Ben Franklin would say,
“Fish and visitors stink
after three days.”
anecdote- colouring eyebrows October 10, 2014
Over heard in the staff room:
K- Even if I don’t wear any other makeup, I have to wear mascara: my lashes are white!
S- Me, too. I use it on my eyebrows, too.
D- What!? Why don’t you just dye your brows?
S- Meh. That’d take time for an appointment and money. Why bother, my hand’s up there doing my lashes anyway, it’s just an inch further to do a brow.
K- But mascara is so crusty!
S- So? It’s not like I want them billowing in the wind or anything.
🙂
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(At work, they haven’t learned to say, “Don’t put this on your blog!” yet) 😉
poem-broken August 5, 2014
We don’t appreciate
comfort
until the air conditioner
condenser breaks when it’s
40 degrees* out
because dog pee
corroded the evaporator coil.
The steaming
house is broken
and dogs get more expensive
every day.
.
.
*(that’s 104 if you speak Fahrenheit).
.
(good thing we love them, eh?)
poem-breath July 26, 2014
Your breath
on this hot day
softly
panting
beside me
is so putrid
I can’t explain
why I adore
you.
.
But
I
do.
.
.
.
(dog love)
poem-caught July 2, 2014
The “Isle of Capri” scent
wafting from the Lampe Berger
was supposed to ensure
you
didn’t
walk up the stairs and ask,
“What’d you burn?”
Perhaps I’ve used this strategy
once too often?
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I am vaguely amused that the photo on the Lampe Berger homepage shows the exact lampe that I was using… (cough)
poem- what June 27, 2014
When his gaze
met hers
across the room,
what
he meant to say
with his wink
was, ‘You entrance me’
‘I want to know you.’
‘I will fill your life with joy.’
But when she looked
again,
tears poured down his cheeks,
while he blinked feverishly,
so she looked away,
toward another sultry smile.
When his gaze
met hers
across the room,
he had much to convey
with his winking eye
but all his dreams
were destroyed
by a lens-bound fly.
poem- no poem April 9, 2014
There is no poem today.
The muses did not stop my way.
Regretfully I must decline
upon some vague truth to opine
Today for you there is no verse.
but chin up, it could be worse!
poem- crap! March 27, 2014
T’is the season
snow is melting
that’s the reason
things are smelling
Get the shovel
bag all the crap
shoulder muscles
ache while it splats
into the bag
Excrement is
winter’s last joke:
dog- doo dizzy
I want to choke!
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Home from vacation and duty calls! Yuck. The back yard melt reveals a lot of mess. Gross.
poem-spring melt March 9, 2014
The snow is melting!
I hear water tumbling like a waterfall
dripping into pool.
Cascading down my window blinds
puddling inside my door.
The snow is melting!
and I need a new roof.
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Shawn L. Bird 