Shawn L. Bird

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poem- impatiently February 28, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:49 am
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If I refuse to wear my boots,

choose a light jacket instead of that coat,

keep my feet on gravel, ignore snow piles,

can I force winter to go?

Beguile spring with my wiles?

 

poem- today October 13, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:36 am
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This is my only today

One opportunity to be

One chance to choose my way

One day to seize opportunities

This is my only today

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This path is not the only way

I may choose other vistas to see

I may have new speeches to say

I may see what’s ugly beautifully

That path is not the only way.

 

poem-breeze July 1, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:36 pm
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Leaves wave

from tree tops

Some exhuberant,

amazed to greet the sky,

some, more lazily,

wave with sighs

 

 

 

poem-choosing March 31, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:28 pm
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Will I choose you?

Or you?

Or will I choose at all?

Am I ready for this work

of nurturing potential?

My world is wound tightly

with possibility,

fighting emotionality with

rationality.

 

poem-three March 8, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:21 am
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twelve

one

two

three

o’clock.

This hotel room is absent of you,

No lovers’ talk,

just me,

myself,

and seven o’clock is coming far

too soon.

 

 

poem- gentle October 27, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:55 am
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In your gentle embrace

everything that overwhelms

is erased.

 

poem- pickle poetry October 13, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:24 am
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Your jar of pickled poems–

cheek puckering poetry,

sour smiles behind glass–

makes me laugh.

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PicklePoetry-Bethany.

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My students handed in their poetry collections today.  Among them is a jar with poems written on green pickle shaped papers.  🙂   Bethany wins cutest poetry project.  Too bad it wasn’t a contest.  (Hmm.  Maybe next year?!)

 

poem- gone March 27, 2015

Filed under: Poetry,Reading — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:14 pm
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There was no way to stay.

Whatever choice was made

was bound to be wrong,

because this song we create

requires we pay again and again

for our harmonic

dissonance.

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Still reading Jodi Picoult’s Mercy.   Do you write poems for the characters you read about?

 

poem-hollow January 31, 2015

Her belly is hollow.

Once it was filled with him,

but she has been excavated

and spun into emptiness.

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Her head is hollow.

Once it was filled with him,

but she has been desolated

and spun into heaviness.

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Her life is hollow.

Once it was filled with him,

but she has been devastated

and spun into enviousness.

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Her hope was hollow.

Once it was filled with him,

but she has been extricated,

and spins into readiness

 

poem-kindle November 10, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:46 pm
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Under your skin

you’re kindling dreams.

Letting just enough

hope gleam through the ash.

Your head says,

“You can’t.

It won’t be,”

But the kindling dreams

wonder,

“Why

not

me?”

 

 
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