Shawn L. Bird

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poem-erroneous October 7, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:00 pm
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You can make things come true

when you believe them hard enough,

declare them to the universe

visualize the outcome

make it so

make it so

make it so.

Unless everyone in view

is believing, declaring, and visualizing, too

and there’s only room for one of you.

Yeah, that’s hard stuff

it could be worse

Don’t be glum.

Let it go

let it go

let it go.

 

 

poem-hearts April 4, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:28 pm
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Our broken heart

has not mended;

the hole of your absence

will never fill.

But crushed and anguished

though it is,

there is room for love

still.

So we open to new

affections even

while we’re missing you.

We welcome new joy

and celebrate your memory,

as we remember you

in reverie.

 

poem-hollow January 31, 2015

Her belly is hollow.

Once it was filled with him,

but she has been excavated

and spun into emptiness.

.

Her head is hollow.

Once it was filled with him,

but she has been desolated

and spun into heaviness.

.

Her life is hollow.

Once it was filled with him,

but she has been devastated

and spun into enviousness.

.

Her hope was hollow.

Once it was filled with him,

but she has been extricated,

and spins into readiness

 

poem-daggers July 30, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:31 am
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If you think

the new guy

loves you for you

perhaps it’s just that

he hasn’t noticed yet,

who you really are?

Have you sliced him yet

with those word daggers,

eviscerating his affections,

hacking out his heart,

and bleeding out

years of devotion?

Have you belittled him

in front of family,

friends, and children,

torn him into pieces,

crushed his spirit,

and pushed him to despair?

Not yet?

We’ll give it time.

Eventually

he’ll know you

for the daggers

in your smile.

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.

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“Where we are, There’s daggers in men’s smiles: the near in blood, The nearer bloody.”

MacBeth  II.iii.

 

 
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