Shawn L. Bird

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poem-listening November 21, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:11 pm
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Story time:

Lose yourself

Find yourselt

 

poem-heavenly November 15, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:00 pm
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It should be dark.

The sun is down.

Moon glow illuminates

a snow glazed world.

Silent night.

Holy light.

 

poem- this is love November 13, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:19 am
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The scrape of the snow shovel begins

just as my alarm rings.

The snow is heavy and ankle deep.

You should take my vehicle today, he says.

The studded tires stick to the road.

This is the safer route.

Be careful!

He doesn’t say I love you,

but I know it

anyway.

 

poem-putting up the Christmas lights November 8, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:19 pm
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We’re going to wrap the outside tree.

Just round and round

says he,

but these are different colours

we should go up and down to mix,

she suggests too tentatively.

So now the tree is half one

half the other.

Divided territories,

instead of blended harmony.

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(Just a poem about what went on today as hubby and I put up the lights, and suddenly I’m reading it now and seeing it as a rather profound metaphor- also- where the heck did that rhyme come from? >shrug< Poetry, eh? It does its own thing!)

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poem-then they peeled back their faces November 5, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:00 pm
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then they peeled back their faces

Read this
you said to me.
I poured over words
with the focus of any girl
trying to impress her crush.
Oh, how the story spoke hidden horror!
Everyone in disguise.
No one revealing their true selves.
Forty years meditating on those masks.
2020! Society in masquerade!
Kindness, care, concern: all fake.
The true horror’s been revealed.

 

poem- leaving the keys for the new owners October 15, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:51 am
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The house echoes.

Drapes she made hang on the windows,

the last pieces of her here,

except

the lingering scent of bread baked

months ago, as

her last messages of appreciation,

her last independent acts.

 

Poem- Stinky socks cinquains October 2, 2020

(These were fun demos written with my students as we worked through some poetry devices on “Poetry Friday-the Wednesday edition”)

Super stinky socks

So easily knee socks crease

Stinky socks stick to my shoes

They slurp when I pull them out.

But say! My socks still rock!

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Socks are mittens for feet

Comfort like a warm fire in winter.

My wooly socks hug my feet

My silent shout of happiness

declares my stinky socks the finest perfume in the world.

I like my socks.


(Can you find assonance, alliteration, consonance, hyperbole internal rhyme, metaphor, onomatopoeia, oxymoron, personification, simile, and understatement?)

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poem- walk on a foggy day September 30, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:28 am
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The clouds have come to Earth,

obscuring our panorama

narrowing the perspective

until the view is simply you and me:

this nebulous emergence,

hope and mystery.

 

poem- first flight September 25, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:07 pm
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A leaf grips tight

to where it sprung,

all through the summer storms.

But when autumn comes,

a leaf’s released,

to discover sky and more.

 

poem- hollow September 21, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:24 pm
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I can hoo-hoot in the empty rooms

a lost owl listening to an echo

where there used to be you.

 

 
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