I’m flipping the pancake
and no furry friend is tangled in my legs
hoping for disaster.
poem-labels February 27, 2016
She is nestled up against him
waiting for the whispered words
of adoration, desire.
He sighs contently, and tells her
she is cuddly.
That sounds like a teddy bear she says.
He pulls her closer, nuzzling into her neck,
but a single tear rolls down her cheek.
poem-return February 26, 2016
Two geese fly
over the lake
bringing spring
with each flap
of their wings.
poem-trained February 25, 2016
Eyes forward
Seeing what he wants to see.
Ears closed to cries or criticism.
Fill out the forms
Check the boxes.
Everyone must fit somewhere,
conformity is the only rule.
Follow the tracks.
poem-journey February 24, 2016
There is anticipation
in the preparation
equal to arriving
at the destination.
poem-hopes and fears February 23, 2016
You know everything
at least you think you do
and constraints of adult expectations
are irritation to you.
So that older guy on social media
successfully calls you
offering freedom and attention
and you leave confidently,
but we fear your bravado
will crash into a predator
and send you cringing home
your security crushed
forever, by the wisdom gained
too late and too painfully.
poem-ashes to ashes February 21, 2016
I feel you curled against my back.
I stroke your warm body.
I gaze into your soft brown eyes,
that gaze lovingly back to me.
I wonder whose ashes are in the box:
Conspiracy theories.
Painful realities ring with the alarm clock,
and my contentment turns to ashes.
poem-7 February 19, 2016
The ancient Greeks formalized education.
Men should seek the seven liberal arts.
They must know grammar,
rhetoric,
dialectics.
Then move on to
music
arithmetic,
geometry,
astronomy
and always consider the tenets of philosophy.
You must begin knowing how words connect,
how to persuade others,
how to think logically and analytically,
then explore
sound,
numbers,
shapes,
and stars.
poem- hovering February 18, 2016
It’s a shadow
she can’t quite see,
just behind her head.
A sensation of suspicion
quickening between
her shoulder blades.
A darkness settling in
a midnight coloured cape.
Oppressive premonitions
that demand she hides, fades away.
No energy for fight or flight
when confronting the black horror
of night.
Shawn L. Bird 