What laughter echoes
through empty hallways
mocking joy
mocking always.
What song echoes
through empty places
mocking love
mocking faces.
What words echo
through empty pages
mocking peace
mocking rages.
Seven Deadly Sins March 5, 2012
I am the best man you will ever find
Give me everything you have
I’ll wait here on this couch
hating that idiot who is the reason I’m not rich
Come here, baby. You know you want me.
I’m the sexiest man you know.
despite my size 60 jogging pants
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In case you’ve forgotten, they are Pride, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Lust, Vanity, Gluttony
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sonnet 61 shoes February 17, 2012
When we were in Paris last March, I found a shoe sale. I ended up buying a pair of black leather wedge shoes (for just 12 Euros! John said, “How much? Why don’t you buy the brown pair, too?” lol) Now, I don’t really believe in plain black anything, and those wedges seemed to me to be a black board just waiting for something to be written upon them.
So I looked for some fine tipped, permanent opaque pens. I couldn’t find them anywhere within 100 km, so bought the Sakura pens on eBay direct from Japan, and waited for the day when inspiration would strike.
The day has arrived!
My plain black wedges are plain no longer! They sport the complete Petrarchan sonnet Canzoniere 61, in Petrarca’s original Italian. You might remember that this is the poem I translated for Grace Awakening.
Where there are inadvertent spaces (like where I needed to even up a line, and where the next word didn’t fit) I added roses. For each line of the sonnet I switched colours. I completely free-handed these, and I was quite delighted that the entire poem fit EXACTLY between the 2 shoes! Lucky fluke, eh?
I am quite contented with the result, and even more content that I did manage to get the project done before a year was up!
not quite spring February 16, 2012
Spring’s promise whispered,
a twilight song warming me.
Buds broke joyfully
from bare, dead, winter branches;
Now they wear a snow blanket.
The narrative of the Grey Boot Quest January 29, 2012
I stroll the mall, and check all routes
in search of perfect, tall, grey boots.
Store by store I search them all
On tidy shelves and crowded stalls.
I search the net in desperate state
At Fluevog.com The Boots await!
The perfect shape. The perfect heel.
The shade of grey, that’s dove not steel.
Alas, at five hundred bucks with tax,
My happy heart’s cleaved with an ax.
I check the site from time to time
To see if cost has dropped a dime.
But one sad day, the boots were gone
My face grew sad, my mouth was drawn.
.
The Grey Boot Quest began once more
Fruitless, I wandered store to store,
Til a clearance ad came to my in box
and now I can enfold my socks.
My Fluevog Logan boots, were on sale
A happy ending to the tale!
A single pair was in my size,
I quickly clicked, ready to BUY.
Soon from the store in Montreal
My boots will travel, pushed and hauled.
The first miracle was an end to the quest
The Second Miracle Logans are the best!
A week from now, or maybe two,
I’ll pose in those grey boots for you!
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Eulogy for life January 19, 2012
I needed a poem for the English 9 final exam. It needed to fit the theme, and have some poetic devices. After scanning assorted books, I gave up and wrote my own. The title comes from a literal transliteration of eulogy- Good words.
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If I could
I would
Follow you forever, friend
Through years of fears, of tears.
I’d follow you
Through toys, boys, noise, joys
To poise.
If I could,
I’d follow, friend
But I am as a hollow end.
Be brave,
I am a memory saved
Despite the cave
of grave.
day December 25, 2011
It’s a day
Just a day.
The sun rises.
Fog clears to clouds
Or the sky is blue.
Snow falls on empty streets.
Stores are dark.
When you meet someone,
they nod and say,
Merry Christmas.
You smile and repeat it.
It’s just a day,
like every other,
but you have to observe
the niceties.
sea sleep December 7, 2011
Sleep is the sea
reaching out to you
embracing you in a wave
You collapse under it like a sand castle
dissolving into the depths.
fight November 9, 2011
I come to bed nursing hurt,
determined to keep to my side.
My crushed heart needs
the solace of loneliness, as I obsess
on the sense of abandonment.
Wishing, “Don’t go.”
I go myself.
A journey of anguish
centered in my soul.
I’ll rest perched on the west side
looking through salt water.
You sleep on the east,
spine set up against the mountains.
Between will be a desert that I will
not
cross.
.
I crawl between the sheets
and my feet haven’t left the floor
before I am entwined within your arms.
Pulled unceremoniously across the divide
wrapped tight in determined embrace.
.
There will be no fight on this landscape.
Shawn L. Bird 
pray plant January 14, 2012
Tags: consonance, house plants, poem
red clover
keeled over
petals unfurled
pallid curls
pray, prayer plant
for power to survive
are you strong enough
to live long enough
pray
little plant
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