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- walk on a foggy day September 30, 2020

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The clouds have come to Earth,

obscuring our panorama

narrowing the perspective

until the view is simply you and me:

this nebulous emergence,

hope and mystery.

 

poem-falsifying March 10, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:51 am
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Oh false friend!

Yesterday, blue skies smiling sweetly,

warm sun embraces,

led to

short sleeves and picnic tables.

Today, an inch of new snow tops the table

and sky is full of malice,

tiny shards of ice,

stabbing the heart of spring.

Winter wins another round.

 

poem- impatiently February 28, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:49 am
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If I refuse to wear my boots,

choose a light jacket instead of that coat,

keep my feet on gravel, ignore snow piles,

can I force winter to go?

Beguile spring with my wiles?

 

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- him December 14, 2018

Yes, there is laughter;

I see it sparkling in those eyes,

twinkling in the crevices of his face.

I see it dancing,

in those jaunty steps,

off-kilter, long-legged ramblings.

I see it in the shaking shoulders,

heaving joy, hard embraces.

There is laughter through that body,

whether we hear it

or not.

 

 

poem-forgiveness November 4, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:45 am
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This is forgiveness.

Left alone, forgotten, until you

became a dessicated husk.

Discovered, remorse poured on you,

and you rested, recovering,

absorbing all you needed to heal.

One year.

Regret poured onto you.

Two years.

Faith surrounded you.

Three years

You offered a single bloom to give us hope.

Another year.

Patience.  Trust.

This is what time and forgiveness bring:

full flowering!

Ah, the anticipation of your full celebration

makes me dizzy.

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True story. Took my Christmas Cactus outside to enjoy some summer sun (2014?). Forgot it there.  Come fall, it was a wizened shell.  It’s taken years to recover, but it HAS! What a metaphor for tragedy in our lives and the patience we need with our recovery.

 

 

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! 🙂

 

 

 

Concussed September 14, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:20 pm
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This concussion is a constriction

squeezing my head like a snake

hugging my eyes closed.

Light pressure. Dark daylight.

Just a little inconvenience.

 

haiku-still March 12, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:54 am
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Diva Winter grips

her sequined white cloak. Clinging,

while we wish for Spring.

 

 
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