Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-seasonal shift October 2, 2022

Filed under: poem — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:20 pm
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Yesterday
Leaping into leaves.
Today: snow
.

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This is a Kelly lune, a triplet poem with syllable count 3,5,3.

 

poem-listen September 11, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:28 am
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Sweet noise
Angel wings
heard above

Wordy 30 poem: six x 5 letter words

 

poem- lovey Wordy 30 September 10, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:08 am
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Amore,
ardor shine,
adore joint bliss!

Wordy 30 poem: six 5 letter words.

 

RIP Queen Elizabeth II September 9, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:01 am
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Royal life’s goals:
-serve
-honor.

Finis.

Elizabeth R
1926-2022


Wordy 30 poem: six 5-letter words.
(I confess, spelling honor without the ‘u’ in this context hurts a bit).

 

poem-Good advice September 7, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:18 am
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Right steps:
laugh fifty times
daily

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A Wordy 30 poem: six 5 letter words.

 

poem: night lights August 31, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:24 am
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Night stars aglow:

happy dream light.

Wordy 30 is a poem form that’s come out of the Wordle craze. It’s a poem made of 30 letters, in six 5 letter words. If you write one, put a link to it in the comments!

 

poem-spring? March 28, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:15 pm
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Geese call
mournful fly past.
The year is reborn
Why does my heart
hear autumn’s sorrow?

 

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- white November 9, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:21 pm
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Plow races past,

singing its

rasping winter song.

 

poem- count down December 16, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:53 am
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We’re counting down now.

Hour by hour.

Minute by minute.

Escape’s almost in our power.

 

 

 
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