Oh, those little men,
stomping about.
Ranting! Raving!
Poor persecuted poppets
lacking conscience and self-control.
“No! No! No!”
“Mine! Mine! Mine!”
Mothers roll their eyes,
send intractable toddlers
back to bed.
poem- around the world April 6, 2020
I’m on a site celebrating my adopted culture
when someone asks which of us were exchange students.
Suddenly there are 50 comments:
their years, their homes, their hosts.
Someone writes to me from Australia,
“We were there at the same time. I wonder if we met?”
Imagine that.
A virtual rendez-vous decades later.
A tiny marble, this globe; we can
almost hold it in our hands.
poem-falsifying March 10, 2020
Oh false friend!
Yesterday, blue skies smiling sweetly,
warm sun embraces,
led to
short sleeves and picnic tables.
Today, an inch of new snow tops the table
and sky is full of malice,
tiny shards of ice,
stabbing the heart of spring.
Winter wins another round.
poem-Oh! What a beautiful sky! February 27, 2020
Look up!
Opalescent sky,
lavender pink kissed,
pearl shimmering;
sun setting behind pines,
blushing beauty,
dipping under mountains.
poem- lost February 18, 2020
The tireless effort
wire wrapped embraces
stone heart.
She longs for something
someone who will repay
the tireless effort,
Some soul
to respond to her
wire wrapped embraces,
Anything to touch her,
to re-awaken her long
stone heart.
(another Cascade poem)
poem-disembodied February 12, 2020
Trees are ghost outlines,
frost coated.
Far off, along the lake, the train
hoots a melancholy call.
My feet crunch on a path
that was soft yesterday.
I cannot see the sun,
but it is there.
Perhaps things will be brighter
tomorrow?
Poem- I love your way of being in the world February 6, 2020
Your best feet forward
heels tapping
vamp it up
booting out negativity
sole savouring
stepping out
high kicking.
Squeal all together now:
“I LOVE your shoes!”
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poem-the old fridge died February 4, 2020
You,
the mechanical miracle worker,
refuse to accept extermination.
Armed with Youtube videos
and an amp metre
you search for solutions,
find the secret place
frozen peas hide,
discover three decades of debris.
Determination pays:
You sit back, satisfied,
when hum and chilled air,
declare life.
Death defeated.
Obliteration blocked.
Cold box immaculate in revived vitality.
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poem-so like us January 31, 2020
Remember
the necklace you gave me.
Four golden strands I wanted to love
for your sake.
Every time I wore it,
it turned into a tangled disaster,
wrapped up in itself.
So like us.
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Poem-spies January 30, 2020
A Facebook found poem, with thanks to Liz.
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Seven magpies
lined up on the roof
across from my office,
watching me.
Creepy.
They are not a poem.
This is not a poem.
Not at all.
Creepy magpie
spy
poem.
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Shawn L. Bird 