Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

poem-puppy business April 29, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:21 pm
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I toss you to the grass

You bounce back to the deck.

I toss you to the grass

You bounce back to the deck.

I toss you to the grass

You bounce back to the deck.

I toss you to the grass

You bounce back to the deck.

I toss you to the grass

You race across the lawn

a bullet, a shooting star, a dragster

turn tightly around the pine tree.

You race across the lawn

a bullet, a shooting star, a dragster

turn tightly around the row of pyramid cedars.

You race across the lawn

a bullet, a shooting star, a dragster

turn tightly around the shed,

then stop and squat.

Ahhhhh… success.

You bounce back to the deck

supremely proud of yourself.

Puppy business done.

 

Poem- terrarium April 28, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:58 am
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You’ve packed the flourishing greenery

Back inside this box you’ve made

A green house cube

stuffed with verdure seeking escape

Seeking opportunity to bloom again

To scatter seed

To create the future.

But you are heedless of this dream;

inside your  cube tender greens are safe

From weeds.

 

poem-dark April 27, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:40 pm
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I’m weary of tunnels.

Closing in around me,

narrowing the future

to a  pinpoint of possibility

ahead of the foreboding train.

 

poem-sun April 26, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:12 pm
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Morning came too early.

Sun squint blinds me

in daylight agony.

 

poem-dull April 25, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:23 am
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Your wits are dull

Your eyes are glazed

Your ambitions are low

You are dull

There is nowhere

for you to go.

 

poem-unexpected April 24, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:08 pm
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You had plans

expectations

fought to bring them to fruition.

Imagine your surprise

when they were realized,

to find what you’d surmised

to be a paradise, what you fantasized

is actually a ruination

and your frustration forces a

mutation of

your plans.

 

poem- four centuries April 23, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:14 pm
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Four centuries

before I was born

Will Shakespeare arrived

on the planet.

Four centuries ago today

Will’s body died

but his voice remains,

his words will still enthrall,

for centuries.

 

 

 

 

 

poem- flourishing April 22, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:23 am
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Last year,

we met to discuss how we were flourishing,

what made this place so wonderful,

so welcoming,

so special.

This year,

I read your words about us,

and my body weeps at what has become

of our once wonderful

welcoming,

special

place.

Tension in my shoulders.

Stomach churning.

Nails bitten.

Eyes clouded.

Head throbbing.

Make do with less until there is nothing left.

Remake what was precious and original

into tiny boxes that shove our innovation

into boring cookie cutters

and the only flourish is from the arm

cutting us to fit.

 

quote- creativity April 21, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:47 pm
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With respect to the fashion he loves to capture on New York streets photographer Bill Cunningham said,

“A lot of people have taste, but they don’t have the daring to be creative.”

.

.

 

How often have I heard this?

I love your shoes,

but I could never wear something like that.

Oh, I love your hair!

I wish I had the guts to do that.

Your outfits are always so great,

how do you come up with these ensembles?

That car is so cute!

I could never do that.

I’ve started about a dozen books,

but I never finish them.

Just do it.  You have the power to decide.

I wonder some days, if I’ve gone over the deep end

into Crazy Old Lady Land

but what the hell.  We live one time.

There are no secrets here.

Every day, make choices that make you feel

sublime.

 

 

haiku- love April 20, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:49 am
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Love sits in a box

in the fridge: apple crumble pie

for breakfast.