Shawn L. Bird

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poem-between the lines March 16, 2015

Honey,

quit hunting between the lines

for secret messages!

The pondering that ravages your mind

is funny.

Sometimes a like is just a like,

it’s not a matter of spite

a declaration of might,

suggestion you’re right,

it’s just a like.

‘Nice words.  I heard them.’

‘Well phrased.  This stays with me.’

‘You posted.  Yay!’

Quit running with the attitude

that everything’s about you.

Relax.  Let live.  Don’t stress.

I don’t care if you’re wearing pants or dress.

If you look like Hans but feel like Sue.

I’m not gunning after you!

Do what you want to do.

But don’t read between my lines

and imagine that in my rhymes

I’m referring to you.

(Though this one time,

it’s true,

I do).

.

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(Sometimes I get weird email.  I should just ignore it, but sometimes it’s inspiring.  What can I say?)

 

poem- universal messages June 1, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:40 am
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Strangers in the mall.  Abridged.

“Excuse me?

Can I just say, you look beautiful?

You’re so vibrant and joyful!”

“Why, thank you.

I was just told at a writing conference

that I am colorful and songful.”

“Oh yes! What a perfect description! You are!

What writing conference was this?

I’ve always wanted to write!

The universe has brought you to me

to give me this message!”

“I hope you’ll join us next year,

please say hello.  I’ll still look like

this, but hopefully there’ll be less of me.”

“Oh! There’s less of ME!  I just lost 40 lbs,

just walking and cutting out chips.”

“Well done!

Clearly the universe brought you to me today.”

 

 

 
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