Shawn L. Bird

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poem-earnest November 28, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:41 pm
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She’s earnest

in all the best ways.

Plasters on that quivering smile

faces the crowd

does her best,

but her best

is not good enough.

Earnestness is not enough.

But I tried!

is not enough.

She needs to be committed

to earnest effort

toward excellence,

maybe for years,

and maybe even then

her earnest desire will not

be enough.

Desire must lead to skill

mingle with effort

sprinkle with luck

and maybe then

earnest will be

enough.

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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-repentence December 23, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:33 am
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‘Marry in haste

repent in leisure,’

they say;

we repent

in long embraces,

loving looks,

and thankfulness.

We repent,

wrapped leisurely

together in sleep.

We repent

in steadfastness,

temperance,

and patience.

 

 

 

poem- hollows July 20, 2014

I wait

in the hollow place

for you

You happily celebrate

the concavities

but appreciate

the complexities

of the convexities.

In hollow places

grace erases traces

of solemnity and

embraces totality,

while

I wait

for you.

 

 

poem- weak longevity August 24, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:34 am
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My father age twenty-five.

his desires divided,

stood in line with naked men

waiting for the army to welcome them.

They listened to his slow, weak heart,

and said he’d stay home to do his part.

My father age twenty-five

managed to stay alive.

While his friends went off to foreign shores,

at home he built bombers for the war.

His friends returned broken and stayed,

with their damaged mates from their brigades.

Dad was whole and grieved the loss

of friendships torn by life or death.

On the decades rolled

and now each soul

who stood entwined within that line

is gone, save dad, whose slow, frail heart

turned out to be his strongest part.

Dad thinks back upon that line,

and celebrates birthday ninety-nine.

 

 
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