Shawn L. Bird

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poem-flying February 8, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:41 pm
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Fleance dreams of flight,

soaring on outstretching wings

into a moonlit night,

No day trips for him, he’s heard things

about flying too near the sun.

Day is for escape, for climbing,

Peaks ascending, journeys begun,

At sunset (it’s all about the timing)

he leaps into red glowing,

falls on moon rise

spreads his wings, catches winds flowing

embraces skies,

Wonders at all he does espy

and murmurs “Fly, Good Fleance! Fly!”

 

poem- doublethink December 15, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:58 am
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A modern Orwellian

metaphor,

you scientist

of faith.

You hold content within your mind

evolution;

creation.

Visible genetics of intersex

counted on chromosomes;

the old testament binary code.

You hold seven days;

dinosaurs.

Believe in hypotheses, blind studies.

Worship in blind faith.

See God in the Fibbonacci sequence,

fractals,

crystalline symmetries.

Hermetic hermeneutics:

Paradoxical predicament.

 

 

 

poem- there October 14, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:46 am
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I’m crafting a world

and living in it.

You’re part of the narrative,

if only,

you were there.

 

poem-imprinting May 18, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:39 am
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Unexpected art,

flipped, repeated.

The press

stamps images

unique to me.

 

poem-brisk March 15, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:14 pm
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My nostrils are bitten

by the brisk scent of pine,

invigorating, enervating in the rain.

I follow my nose

to two freshly felled stumps

and marvel that death can smell

so very much alive.

 

poem-going November 18, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:44 pm
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You’re going and now I think

of all the things that could have been

and all the things that should have been

and all the things that would have been

if only you’d been forthcoming

before you left.

 

poem- decisions September 20, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:37 pm
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Even not

deciding

is a

decision.

 

 
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