Shawn L. Bird

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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.

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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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

poem- creak December 14, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:52 am
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Creak

Cracks

Broken

Backs

Strung on a rack

Creaking wheel

pulls spine taut

Entreats,

“Sweet mercy!”

Greets pain

Back

broken

cracks

creak.

 

 
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