Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

poem-split September 18, 2022

Broken heart,
How has this child crushed hope,
Torn relationship apart?

You’re a ghost.
They don’t give a damn these days;
Occasional text at most.

Maybe time
will heal whatever lies here,
Give grace, pass this pantomime.

This is a treochair poem. The triplet stanzas have an ABA rhyme scheme, a 3, 7, 7 syllable count, and alliteration.

 

poem-unrecognizable January 24, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:06 pm
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You don’t even look like

the person I used to know, any more

I don’t know what’s happened.

Did you get taller somehow?

Ah

No.

We don’t do that

when we’re this age.

 

poem-promise September 29, 2015

Those childish promises

made with fervent belief

prove the power of intention:

Fealty sworn with hooked pinkies

in confident conviction.

 

poem-flames February 7, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:52 pm
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She’s caught between the flames

of inferno and ice

Accusations of blame,

of who’s not playing nice.

She’s caught between the fury

of defeat and aggression,

For neither is sorry

and all leads to depression.

She’s caught between love

crushed between hate

a magician’s dove

that is stuffed then must wait.

She’s caught between threads

stuffed up their sleeves

’til she’s dangling her head

beneath the nearest trees.

 

 

poem- silent November 13, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:42 pm
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You sit

silently

staring  at your lap.

Your face

reflects sorrows

you will not describe.

Silence

is your

only safe

place.

 

poem-listening October 12, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:37 pm
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Last night,

screeching tires,

spinning in the intersection

racing engines roaring up

and down our hill

Luckily no catastrophe

except the community

mailbox.

.

.

(an irony- post 1-666 about local hellions!)

 

poem-smells like teen spirit June 6, 2014

Filed under: Poetry,Teaching — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:34 am
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In response to my comment

she gives me a look

like I am covered with manure

and am suggesting she join me

wallowing in a pig pen.

Nose flared, forehead creased,

like she has scented

something foul, she raises a brow

and turns away with a scowl,

still here in body, but not in spirit,

while her friends chatter and giggle

pleasantly with me.

 

video- wonderful start to Christmas November 24, 2013

Filed under: fun,video — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:26 pm
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This is absolutely delightful.  Florence Baptist Temple in Burlington, Kentucky, USA sure put on a great show for their Singing Christmas Tree! These young men are quite awesome.  In honour of the beginning of the Christmas season: Enjoy!

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poem- lesser children September 21, 2013

Filed under: Poetry,Teaching — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:15 am
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For Max

.

They come

each year

the lesser children:

intelligence

lesser

body

lesser

behaviour

lesser

abilities

lesser

esteem

lesser

You look upon each one

and tell him

he is more

she is more

Be the best

because

you are the best!

You say it

and you mean it

and bit by bit

what was lesser

grows

and they believe

they are more

than their weaknesses

they are more

than society’s expectation

they are more

than their labels

They drink your words

lips tightly closed at first

but sip by sip they are filled

until they swim in the belief

that they can

be

their best.

They leave

greater

children

Because you

believe

they are.

 

Mothers’ tears April 20, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:36 pm
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Never,

ever,

make your

mother cry.

Never,

ever,

bring tears

to her eye.

Never,

ever,

force a

melancholy sigh

Never,

ever,

make her

sacrifices lie.

Never,

ever,

make your

mother cry.

Unless,

she’s blessed,

and tears are joy

wept dry.

 

 
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