Shawn L. Bird

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poem-bricks November 16, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:26 am
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Head

hits

brick

wall.

Head

hits

brick

wall.

Head

hits

brick

wall.

Head

hits

brick

wall.

Brick

wall

impacts

head.

 

poem- exasperation November 15, 2016

Your desperation

leads me to exasperation

How many times do I tell you?

How many times did I tell you?

How many times will I tell you?

Too many.

Once more.

If you do it when you’re asked

Begin when assigned the task

You will not be desperate

and I will not exasperate.

 

poem- pocketful November 14, 2016

Filed under: Poetry,poodles — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:01 pm
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Old blazer.

I reach into the pocket:

A piece of plastic wrapper and a hole.

While pristine on the outside,

Both sides within are eaten through.

Instantly,

the ghost of an old dog is in the room with me,

the metronome of his tail slowly waving

while he looks away

to hide the twinkle in his eye.

 

 

poem- pressure November 10, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:23 pm
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Deadlines

Frantic writers

Paper piles

Late work

Term tests

Blurry eyes

Tabulating

Check marks

Sore butt

Report card time.

 

poem- numb November 9, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:42 am
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One fights the urge to satirize

when sheep believe wolf lies.

 

poem- possible impossible November 7, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:56 am
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Possibly,

I’m

impossible.

This posterity

of probability

poses immortality

prompts immorality

indulges the impossible

creates possibility

from infinity.

Assures

I’m possible.

 

 

poem- compensations November 4, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:06 am
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It’s a grey day

frost in the air,

but at least I’m greeting it

in a great pair of shoes.

 

poem- consequences November 2, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:00 pm
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Ah!

The cries that ensue

when actions take their logical consequences!

But!

But!

But!

We’re on Earth, you know..

Oh, you might not want to feel the impact of gravity

but if you jump, you will fall.

Suck it up, buttercup.

You did the crime, you get the time.

Rant all you like,

but effect always comes after cause.

It really shouldn’t be such a surprise.

 

 

poem- me then October 29, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:50 am
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In the mirror

the shape is me then

and the then clothes still hang in the closet

for me now to wear.

In the mirror

me now studies the style of me then

likes the posture improving shoulder pads

and ponders the difference between

retro-style

and

outdated.

 

 

poem- morning October 28, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:04 am
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Good morning

dull day

grey day

full day

Good morning

dark day

play day

work day

Good morning