Your words cannot offend.
I don’t depend on faulty interdiction.
Sometimes encouragement sounds like doubt.
Mona Lisa smile betrays my conviction:
Sure knowing I will transcend.
poem-time traveler November 1, 2019
Boom box boy
bouncing to the smoke pit
announcing your existence-
loudly.
Stride on
Caught in a lost decade
I’m grateful as that music fades.
poem- That Year October 30, 2019
She loves you
Diamonds in the air
Twinkling in
Street lights’ silence.
Just a snow shovel’s scraping
In the distance.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Leaf buds, bursting hope.
Unfolding pastel visions
Relief.
She loves you
Summer green
Heat hovers in the air
Living breathing furnace.
And you know that can’t be bad.
Golden light illuminates scarlet visions.
I will never say you’re beautiful
I’ll be your friend forever.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
poem-rise October 25, 2019
Dust devil:
Gold, ochre, russet
curl in swirling surge,
fill the fifth floor window
in frenzied fandango.
.
(Like writers’ prayers)
@Surrey International Writing Conference.
haiku-hope October 16, 2019
There on the hillside
A puddle of brilliant light
Sun broken through clouds
poem-MIA October 9, 2019
I keep checking the email
Certain I’ve missed notification.
Maybe it’s time to accept
I missed the mark. Vexation.
Always the bridesmaid, never the bride
is better than missing the celebration.
When you’re sure this is the one,
anticipation’s crushed by negation.
poem-listening October 8, 2019
I hear you in the rain
pouring over me
cold,
drenching.
I’m drowning in you.
Upside down umbrella
beneath a drain spout.
See me tap dancing?
Oh, I’m singing
while you’re pouring
turning roads to light sucking ink.
I think the gutters overflow with you.
You’re sheets
fountains
water falls
rivers
you are an ocean.
I float.
poem-erroneous October 7, 2019
You can make things come true
when you believe them hard enough,
declare them to the universe
visualize the outcome
make it so
make it so
make it so.
Unless everyone in view
is believing, declaring, and visualizing, too
and there’s only room for one of you.
Yeah, that’s hard stuff
it could be worse
Don’t be glum.
Let it go
let it go
let it go.
Poem- creativity September 25, 2019
The burn is sizzling
Smoke from nostrils, ears.
Instead, I’m here;
I need to fuel flames,
Tend an inferno.
Blaze brilliantly,
But now I must douse
The burn in reality.
poem- victory September 22, 2019
Small victory
multiplied.
Big tasks
divided
into
parts
so
small–
how could I not succeed?
Deadlines
focus goals.
Day by day,
Chew each bite thoroughly.
Done!
Launch hope with a key stroke.
Completion is victory enough,
but still…
Fingers crossed.
Shawn L. Bird 