Shawn L. Bird

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poem- overheard April 23, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:00 am
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He’s just not that into you

The world is large and full of fish

swimming through plastic

bread bag jellyfish by the belly full

Walk, don’t run!

Dead man’s float

Be a Star fish, children!

I can make you a star, baby!

Grow a limb

Waggle pseudopods

False feet

Steppin’ out with my baby

Can’t go wrong, when it’s this right

Mr. Right’s all wrong again

Really,

the problem is

She’s just not into him,

Move on!

How much is that doggy in the window?

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NaPoWriMo prompt for today is to write a poem that sounds like it’s meant to be spoken aloud.  The examples were constructed with juxtaposition of original words with snippets of commonly heard things, sayings, song lyrics, conversations, etc.

 

 

 

 

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poem- rebellious April 20, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:37 am
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It’s 4 20 on Poetry Friday.

Half my class is missing.

Are they taking the day off to celebrate

with a joint?

The rest of us are celebrating poetry,

writing to prompts, savouring

chocolate caramel cupcakes

and cheesecake brownies

(not THOSE kind of brownies).

We’re clean living poets,

saving rebellion

for after school.

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#Napowrimo prompt today was “Rebellion”

 

poem-listen to your voice April 2, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:24 pm
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I wrap my arms around this dream and squeeze.

I unfold expectations, unwrapping a gift of discovery

What am I?

He wraps his arms around her dream and squeezes.

She unfolds expectations, unwraps discovery

What is she with him?

What is he with her?

What are they in their dreams?

You wrap your arms around your dream and squeeze

Unfold your expectations, unwrap your gift.

What are you?

You are

the gift.

 

NaPoWriMo #2 playing with voice

 

 

 

poem-optimism April 30, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:41 pm
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I bought a yoga block today

To help me do those trickier positions.

I have the yoga mat in a nice new case

at the top of the stairs.

I bought a couple of yoga CDs

and a stack of yoga magazines.

Occasionally I stretch my arms and think

first position of the sun salutation!

Someday, I going to turn on the CD

or go to a class

or take the block from its package.

I have faith in me.

I’ll do it.

Eventually.

 

Poem- terrarium April 28, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:58 am
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You’ve packed the flourishing greenery

Back inside this box you’ve made

A green house cube

stuffed with verdure seeking escape

Seeking opportunity to bloom again

To scatter seed

To create the future.

But you are heedless of this dream;

inside your  cube tender greens are safe

From weeds.

 

poem-dark April 27, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:40 pm
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I’m weary of tunnels.

Closing in around me,

narrowing the future

to a  pinpoint of possibility

ahead of the foreboding train.

 

poem-unexpected April 24, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:08 pm
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You had plans

expectations

fought to bring them to fruition.

Imagine your surprise

when they were realized,

to find what you’d surmised

to be a paradise, what you fantasized

is actually a ruination

and your frustration forces a

mutation of

your plans.

 

 
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