Shawn L. Bird

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poem-loveless April 4, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:42 pm
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Oh, you said the words

“This one appreciates me for me!”

and I wonder what you call

that twenty-five years of steadfast devotion

that you tossed.

The weasel face beside you now

does not look like a fair trade

for the pain you caused.

You said those words once before,

if I recall, so perhaps he’ll taste the bitter tang

of your boredom someday.

In the meantime,

we really should just let you go,

and welcome the joy that’s possible

now the wounds have healed.

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http://www.napowrimo.net prompt for Day 4- a love poem without the cliches or a break up poem.

 

poem for #napowrimo- fourteener April 3, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:00 pm
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So, I was asked how marriage lasts, how years flow into years?

Oh, I was asked how marriage lasts, how do you move past fears?

Yes, I was asked how marriage lasts, how can you trust that long?

When I was asked how marriage lasts, I pondered what goes wrong.

I think how long a marriage lasts is not about romance

It’s much more: it’s faith and trust and determined acceptance.

It’s about having the faith that no matter what fate brings

You’re sticking together like the promise made on those rings

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http://www.napowrimo.net/day-three/

This prompt was for a poem with lines of fourteen syllables, ideally in iambic heptameter.  My iambs are a complete mess, but here’s what I’ve got! 🙂

 

haiku- flying words May 1, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:56 am
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The words have been

manipulated, twisted, and set.

Now they fly.

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Sent off a collection of 4 poems this week for the CBC Literary Awards, squeezing under the wire at the last minute.  It’s a huge national competition, and I don’t have any expectation, but nothing ventured, nothing gained!   The pieces must never have been published or performed, so they’re a secret.  That was the hardest thing: having to write daily for the blog, and compose something distinct for the contest.  It’ll be months before  winners are announced, so don’t hold your breath.  I’m not! 😉  (But feel free to send some positive vibes my way!)

 

poem- the stroll April 30, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:33 am
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Like two hookers

in black vinyl trench coats

the crows stroll between the yellow lines

each watching the traffic

with one jaundiced eye.

 

poem- angel April 29, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:42 pm
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She stepped from

behind the mystery

enveloped our

complicated history

Buried us in

the depths of her mercy

unravelled the strings

of our worry,

spun us in from

exile at the periphery,

and celebrated our

joyful new liberty.

 

 

 

poem- unfolding April 28, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:05 pm
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The birch trees

are splattered with new green.

Buds like pretty envelopes, unfold

 to reveal letters greeting

summer.

 

poem- love story April 27, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:20 am
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He says

her laughing smile

captivated him.

The smartest girl in the school

he thought, as he sat silently

at the back of the class.

Too good for him.

The only girl who listens

to that crap classical music

that you like, they told him.

So he braved to venture a date,

but she turned him down

in favour of dorm pork chops

He was determined,

and Mozart entertained

Before she knew what had happened

she had a ring on her finger,

and a lifetime

of devotion promised.

Her laughing smile is

not quite as captivating,

she’s unlikely to be

the most intelligent

in the room,

time brings rationalization,

after all

she says he’s too good for her

with laughing eyes

that are still his.

 

poem- imagination trumps reality April 26, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:19 pm
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“How can you write

about being drunk

if you’ve never been drunk?”

the boys ask, grinning.

I shrug, and hand them some papers.

“You tell me.  Did I do it?”

They read,  groan, gasp and sigh.

“I didn’t see that coming,” one mutters.

Finally they look up at me with muted faces.

“Well?” I ask

“Oh, yeah,” one grunts.  “You did.”

The others nod and grunt in agreement.

“But how?” asks another shaking his head.

“I could imagine what it’s like to be drunk,

and so I never needed to drink.

I could have fun without needing to dull my senses

or find artificial courage.

I don’t drink.  I’ve never done drugs.

I don’t need to, because

I have imagination.”

“Huh,” they say,

and class begins.

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I know that my experience is not at all common.  My parents were social drinkers, but I never saw either of them intoxicated.  I didn’t like the taste of alcohol, and felt no need to drink to be cool.  If I went to a party, I was disgusted how the drinkers all turned into idiots.

My high school friends didn’t drink. We went out together, had a great time, and the next morning we remembered what happened and we didn’t have a headache!  We had a remarkable amount of common sense! 😉

I have addicted relatives.  They are also a good lesson of how lives can be destroyed.

I am routinely astonished by students who have never met *anyone* who doesn’t drink.  They think all adults drink.  Many of the adults in their lives only socialize in an inebriated stupor and they don’t know there is another way to interact with people. I have never tried marijuana or other recreational drugs either.  I don’t need to medicate my emotions or do weird things.  I need all the energy I have, so I can’t afford to send my motivations up in smoke!   I can’t imagine just taking some pill off someone at a party.  That’s not fun, that’s just stupid (and dangerous).

I don’t presume to tell anyone else what to do, and I actually support legalization, to remove the criminal component. I consider it a health issue.

One thing about my clean life style- it frees up room in the budget for my Fluevogs! 🙂

PS. I’ve linked to the snippet that they read.

 

haiku- course work April 25, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:39 pm
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This academic paper

is boring me to tears

Sorry, professor.

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#poetrynotAPA

(my hashtag when I am fed up with citations).

 

haiku-farewell

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:41 am
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You speak gentle words

parting with empty promises.

Our dream has died