Shawn L. Bird

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Poem- Stinky socks cinquains October 2, 2020

(These were fun demos written with my students as we worked through some poetry devices on “Poetry Friday-the Wednesday edition”)

Super stinky socks

So easily knee socks crease

Stinky socks stick to my shoes

They slurp when I pull them out.

But say! My socks still rock!

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Socks are mittens for feet

Comfort like a warm fire in winter.

My wooly socks hug my feet

My silent shout of happiness

declares my stinky socks the finest perfume in the world.

I like my socks.


(Can you find assonance, alliteration, consonance, hyperbole internal rhyme, metaphor, onomatopoeia, oxymoron, personification, simile, and understatement?)

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poem- homunculi May 27, 2020

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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-slowly coming February 26, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:58 pm
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Periwinkle sky

In the eaves trough tinkle the trickles

of melting snow.

Hope for spring

burst by tomorrow’s

forecast.

 

poem- Minus 26 degrees January 13, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:18 am
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The moon lingers in blue sky,

listening to Styrofoam™ squeaking boots

on crispy, cold snow.

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poem-crush November 5, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:52 pm
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Small pieces of hope

held tightly,

nurtured gratefully,

smashed out of my hands,

fall,

fall,

fall.

 

poem-squish November 2, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:18 pm
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The band around the head

compresses.

Waves,

lost ideas,

press in,

squish out.

Opportunities extruded

and left behind.

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(Expect more than a few concussion related poems this month)

 

poem- work party October 23, 2018

Squirrel boss curses

clumsy workers as chestnuts

clatter past branches.

 

Class assignment:

Find an example of

alliteration

assonance

onomatopoeia

personification

Find 2 examples of consonance.

Go! 🙂

 

 

 

poem-ka-ching July 21, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:12 pm
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Ka-ching

She rings a bell, sings to tell

the world.

Ka-ching

He rings the knell, swings to tell

a world swirled in garnet garlands

Ka-ching

Fling things!

Ka-ching

Flash bling!

Ka-ching

Ring, ring, ring

Sing, sing, sing

Ring, ring, ring

Swing, swing, swing

Ka-ching

Ka-ching

Ka-ching.

 

poem-choices February 10, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:20 pm
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You’re right,

of course.

The girl’s got skills.

She works a room with flare,

engages crowds confidently.

You want her in your corner,

unless of course,

she reveals your inadequacies,

tramples your manly ideas,

and overwhelms.

The public thinks she’s wonderful.

The contrast between you

crackles.  Can you let her go?

Or should you hold her close?

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A poem for a character, as I’m working on Lydian Mode today.  Lydia the artist is too capable by half.  Poor Dustin.  She is not making his world easy.

 

 

 

poem-touch January 21, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:04 pm
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This gripping agony

squeezes me thoroughly.

All that exists are those few

square inches,

shrieking at me.

I see the ripples of this pain

on my brows, crossing vision.

The world has shrunk into a tiny piece

of me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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