Shawn L. Bird

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poem-listen to your voice April 2, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:24 pm
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I wrap my arms around this dream and squeeze.

I unfold expectations, unwrapping a gift of discovery

What am I?

He wraps his arms around her dream and squeezes.

She unfolds expectations, unwraps discovery

What is she with him?

What is he with her?

What are they in their dreams?

You wrap your arms around your dream and squeeze

Unfold your expectations, unwrap your gift.

What are you?

You are

the gift.

 

NaPoWriMo #2 playing with voice

 

 

 

poem-narrow March 27, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:51 pm
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Read and understand,

my children.

The world is not as narrow

as your mind.

If you live a life,

mired in the same mud,

you will never know the

glories of a mountain peak,

power of ocean depths.

Read and understand,

my children.

What you have seen

is not all there is.

What you have felt

is not all there is to feel.

See and understand,

my children.

There is more.

So much more.

Than what you know.

Open your eyes,

to the world

my children.

See and understand.

 

 

poem-there November 28, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:31 am
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In the early morning

the view is clear;

we can see for miles.

As day emerges,

clouds obscure our vision,

our perspective decreases.

Clarity before obscurity.

Peace before busyness.

One to hold the other at bay.

 

poem-sigh June 21, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:11 am
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Your world is a place of melodrama.

Teacups can’t contain the tempests that turn around you.

Moles man earth movers making mountains.

Stop.

Breathe.

There are so many bigger things in the world,

like poverty, war, disease.

In the scheme of things, that she looked at you funny,

or he didn’t return your tweet,

is worth less than a shrug.

Truly, if you live in a land at peace,

your life is sweet.

 

 

poem-princess? February 6, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:43 pm
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She says she’s not waiting for a handsome prince

and laughs like she’s joking.

But she had a handsome prince

and she she treated him like a frog,

so if one was to come along now,

I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t even recognize him.

 

poem- perspectives December 5, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:47 am
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“Isn’t it interesting,” the old lady mused,

“How people can have such different pictures of someone.”

Not really.

Especially when one always looks through a petty and critical lens,

and the other is open to receive love and kindness.

You see what you look for,

after all.

 

poem-not Justin November 27, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:20 am
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Tall, dark, curly haired, and smiling wide,

he poses against the Coast Mountains with a beautiful girl.

“Wait. Is that Justin Trudeau?” someone asks.

No. My daughter isn’t dating the (married) Prime Minister.

The ocean sparkles beneath the blue sky,

tankers, container ships, and whales pass by.

Our Prime Minister lived and taught here.

Now he lives and works across the country.

West Coast leaves a vibe that makes an impression,

Freedom and justice look different from mountain tops.

The view is more expansive.

Young people make beginnings that may be auspicious

with time.

Perspective is everything.

 

 

 
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