Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-going July 19, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:47 am
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He’s going.

I feel him stretching out

like old elastic on the tops of pantyhose.

How old are your pantyhose?

That’s not the point.

You need to refresh your pantyhose, seriously

that elastic is good for a decade at least.

Oh forget I said it.  He’s going.  I can feel him slipping away.

Like pantyhose falling off your hips if they’re so old the elastic is brittle?

Well, yes.

I have some elastic lace.  We can sew it onto the pantyhose.  They’ll be like new.

It’s not about the pantyhose.

No.  It’s about the elastic.

No. It’s about the leaving.

You know, if you put a pair of panties over the pantyhose, it will keep them up.

Like a hug.

Exactly like a hug.  Sometimes the pantyhose work down a bit and are uncomfortable, but they stay up.

How do you know these things?

Oh.  We all have our emergency strategies.

Emergency.

Definitely.

Hmm.  Right.  Thanks.

 

 

poem- not a poet July 11, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:25 am
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I’m not a poet she said

I don’t get poetry.

But

everything she says is poetical

She views the world in deep metaphors.

She embodies poetry.

Giving something a name

gives it power, she said.

Am I a poet

because I accept the name?

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(Write about that abalone, Tina!)

 

poem-men-oh-pausssse July 2, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:27 pm
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In the heat

her fingers sizzle from inside out

raising an ocean on her forehead

rivers racing down her back,

internal pressure steam driven engine

hissing irritably

summer outside

summer inside

 

poem- shovelling June 29, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:09 am
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Oh sir, your manure pile is deep!

Dung beetles are digging, they scurry and creep.

Oh sir, please stop expecting that we’re venerating

the stench that you’re generating!

Bombousity and pompousity do not disguise

what is wise, you realize?  The stench will rise

in quivering waves to the skies!

While you quip and you gloat, we see that the source

is not sheep, goat or horse; the muck’s clearly emenating

from your posterior aspect, and while some might declare

that’s your superior asset, I’m estimating the affair could use

less regulating and speculating so I’m delegating!

I’m calling the villagers, we’re gathering shovels

Enough with this sir!  Stop slathering troubles

you’ve made with this crap pile; stop being so hostile

quit wallowing in this manure of your making

and swallow this brown pie that you’ve been baking.

Enough with this hideous idiocy!

Grab a shovel and clean up.

Be part of the team.

Put a cork in the hole.

Don’t try grabbing control.

Accept your strong role:

Help us all meet our goal!

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(We all know someone like this, don’t we?  Or several someones?) 😉

 

poem- air June 28, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:36 pm
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I breathe in air so warm

the hairs in my nose sizzle,

I attempt to read, but

heat melts my resolve.

The porch swing is like a hot bath,

washing away concern and energy.

Languid summer afternoon,

Shuswap heat wave.

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Fell asleep trying to read on my porch this afternoon.  When I came inside, I checked the thermometer: 43 C which is 109.4 F.  Just a tad warm!

 

poem- string June 25, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:44 pm
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I’m stringing together words

connecting us like beads

winding threads

capturing beauty that flashes in the light

I’m stringing us tightly together

knotting now so we can

recreate this moment

when we fear we are unravelling.

 

 

poem- shaving June 24, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:01 pm
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The clippers heat up quickly

So I shave the dog one body part at a time:

one leg,

two legs,

three legs,

four legs,

one foot,

two feet,

three feet,

four feet,

back,

belly,

tail,

face.

Hot dog ready for summer relief.

It takes longer than a girl

getting ready for a hot date.

 

poem- image June 23, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:16 pm
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Snapshot

image of this place

image of these faces

image of our laughter

after time passes

memories encased in this

snapshot

 

poem- adaption June 20, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:53 pm
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Water

flows downhill

finds its level

makes its way

adapts.

Water

boils over

floods plains

rises to the sky

adapts.

Water

nurtures

pours

roars

adapts.

Water

drips

drops

adapts.

I

am

water.

 

poem- heat June 18, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:36 am
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Summer bakes us all

we glisten, basted,

glossy, full of scent

on the beach coconut

on the track athletic musk.

The dog lies panting

collapsed in a cool for now spot

We long for air conditioning

and winter ice.