Shawn L. Bird

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mystery of misery December 10, 2010

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:05 am
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The misery of your biology and history
are a catastrophe wrapped in mystery.

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The history of your misery

hurries worries.

The catastrophe of the mystery

buries furies.

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Your biology creates

a doxology

of apology.

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Misery

is your

personal mystery,

and our

catastrophe.

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Thinking about the impact of untreated mental illness upon relationships. 

It was intriguing to play with quite closely related rhyme, repetition, and unifying consonance.

 

Love is shovelling the driveway December 8, 2010

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:32 am
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The snow falls.
I push the shovel on the driveway
at half speed
missing you.

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I miss listening to the
rhythmic racing
scrapes
across the driveway.

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I miss you coming in
red from exertion,
frozen drips from your nose
your glasses frosted.
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I miss kissing your cold lips
and wrapping you
in the warmth

of my thankfulness.

 

Missing you December 5, 2010

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:47 pm
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There is an empty place
where there should be your face
Be happy where you are
though it is much too far

Away, my love. from my embrace
Return.

I long to kiss your face.

 

Night warmth December 3, 2010

Filed under: Commentary,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:14 pm
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Beneath my pillow

Left hands woven together in the night
Rings touching
Cold feet pressed into warm shins
Arms encircling.
Breath moves through my hair,

a breathing blessing.

We’re facing the same direction
In sleep
In life
And in love.
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Submitted as part of Thursday poets’ rally.  Week 34

Rally participants, please include a link to your own entry within your comment.  This makes it easier for both rally participants and the general public to discover your poetry.  Looking forward to reading!

 

fat girl November 29, 2010

The fat girl is crying inside tears under  her laughter.

She bounces ’round the school yard and wants to be what boys are after.

Such a shame that she’s so fat

She might be pretty under that.

They never look at her that way, because they are superficial,

She weeps into pillow then decides to make it official.

Such a shame that she’s so fat

She could be pretty under that.

If boys can’t see how sweet she is beneath her layers of fat

She’ll be alone unless she drops the weight and that is that.

She spends some time and works a bit on losing what she can

She drops a few that thin her face and now she’ll snare her man.

Such a shame that she was fat

She’s mighty  pretty under that.

She lies in wait for just the one Who doesn’t know her past

Before he can imagine what’s ahead she’ll snag him tightly fast.

Such a shame she’s been so fat

Everyone knows it’s under that.

And so it  was, a handsome man came looking for a mate

A wedding day and he is snared not knowing what’s his fate.

Such a shame that she was fat

He sees a beauty under that.

The joy of having kids to love can’t quite remove the loathing

she feels when she looks in the mirror and soon she stops her doting.

Such a shame that she’s so fat

and rather bitchy on top of that.

Her handsome man becomes a source of constant humiliation

She wants to be what she can not Her bitterness infuses frustation.

Such a shame that she’s so fat

She should be jolly under that.

Because she can’t accept herself, she compensates with work

She wants everyone to admire her wherever she should lurk.

With strength of will she bends all ears to make them see her side

They buy from her and sing her praise while hubby sees her lies.

Such a shame that she’s so fat

Her husband loves her under that.

From time to time a program comes along and she drops pounds

The success makes her elated and she tells everyone around.

She is trapped in self-disgust in her body that is fat.

Because inevitably it all comes back and more on top of that

 

There’s only one success in life she’s nothing if not thin

She desperate now to be the girl who always gets to win.

Such a shame that she’s so fat

She’s sure successful  besides that.

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No matter if she has success and earns a lot of money

The truth of who she really is is certainly not funny.

Inside’s the little fat girl who is self-absorbed and cruel

She’s so desperate for admiration that it only serves to fuel

Control o’er all who come to her thinking she is kind and true

But watch yourself, she’ll take all you’ve got ’til there’s nothing left of you.

Such a shame that she’s like that

No heart is left beneath the fat.

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This poem is rooted in that aphorism “Wherever you go, there you are.”  Some people blame a lot of things for their sense of unfulfillment– their weight, their race, their spouse, their circumstances, having kids, not having kids, etc.  Although we all have challenges to overcome, it’s always our own life, and our character is revealed in how we deal with those challenges.  So here is a narrative of a woman who was obsessed by the needy fat child within her and how  she lets that child run her life.  It’s an extended metaphor.  It is a cautionary tale.   Those inner children should not be allowed to run amok!  They are like Stephenie Meyer’s Immortal Children in Breaking Dawn– they destroy all around them, while the creators lose everything in the fight to save them.  Sometimes we have to destroy the inner child in order to save ourselves and our relationships.

 

Winter haikus November 25, 2010

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:42 am
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My feet crunch upon

fallen stars glinting under

the glowing street light.

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Crystalline twinkles

entrance in the frosty air

with joyful promises.

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Driving the highway

frozen lazers fire fury

forced blindness brings fear.

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This is the story of my drive home from work this evening.  At 5:30 it is already dark.  As I walked into the parking lot, the snow was so beautiful as it twinkled in the overhead lights.  As I  drove, however, the snow filled the windshield.  It was possible to see only a little bit in front of the car.  A semi -truck roared past on the passing lane, and absolutely filled the air with snow so all the other vehicles were completely blind.  Driving in a dark snow storm is very scary.  You can barely see the road in front of you, and if you hit ice, you can easily be spinning into oncoming lanes.  So- in this series of haikus you see the transition between the picturesque and horrifying aspects of winter!

 

trust November 24, 2010

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:51 am
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She trusts him
-the truth of him
–the truth of them

but she fears
the helplessness
-having watched him
unfold and unravel
under eyes that glowed
with glorious attention.

Temptation trails closely
behind such glowing eyes
and apparently intelligence

and good intention
are not always
adequte protection
from ampilified admiration.

That’s the truth of them

-the truth of him

–the truth of trust.

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A submission for One Shot Wednesday.  Check out the poets.

 

winter evening tanka November 21, 2010

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:38 pm
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The road is frosted
with a sparkling coat of white.
Car lights twinkling
Slipping, sliding and spinning,
Sparkle camouflages ice.

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(At this juncture, the car is off the road, and the driver is standing forlornly with arms crossed, hands tucked under arm pits, stomping his/her feet to keep warm while s/he waits for someone to push him out of the ditch…  Welcome to winter!)

 

snow haiku November 19, 2010

Filed under: Commentary — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:28 am
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Gentle crystals fall.
Dancing through the frost filled air,
winter comes again

 

 

 

 

what does love sound like? November 16, 2010

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:57 am
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(overheard in a toxic home)

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I’ll love you

Won’t you love me?

I can love you

Despite my self-loathing.

I’ll love you

I’ll give you whatever you want.

I’ll love you.

I’ll make you feel like a man

I’ll love you.

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(and he believed)

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I love you if you give me everything

You’re stupid.

I love you when you buy me anything

You are an idiot.

I love you because you pay in blood

You call that manly?

I love you.  Maybe.

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(what does love sound like, girl? 

is this what your mother taught you?)

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I love you if you obey my command.

Get out of here!

I love you if you give me your soul.

You’re weak.

I love you if you beg.

Fine, come back.  For now.

Yeah.  Okay.  I still love you.

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(so you can

torture him some more)

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I love you if you grant my every wish

Shut up.

I love you but you have no rights to anything.

Get out and stay out.

I think that I don’t love you any more.

Do this for me

I might love you again.

Here’s the knife to rip out your own heart.

No.  I don’t love you after all

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(we heard your every word, hon

 not just the public words.

you have no idea what love sounds like). 

 

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Again- Stockholm Syndrome!  Help others!  Abused spouses of either sex need to get help to recognise that they are being verbally and emotionally abused, and to understand that their abuser is controlling them by mis-labeling abuse as love.  It’s NOT love!    Healthy relationships do not look like this.  It doesn’t matter that it’s all you’ve known love to be.  You’re worth more than this!  See a professional.  Get help.  Get out.  GET A LAWYER!!

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Shared as part of Jingle’s Monday Poetry Potluck on the theme of EMOTIONS.  Quite a few here: publically mouthing of manipulative “I love yous” (on the left) which really demonstrate hatred and disgust to the abused spouse not the love they profess.  (See the private words in the centre column).  As well the ‘Greek chorus’ (commenting on the right side of the page) offers distain for the abuser and compassion for the victim…