Shawn L. Bird

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poem- planning August 4, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:30 am
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Tomorrow

I’m going to…

Tomorrow

I was going to…

Today

I must do…

 

 

 

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-optimism April 30, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:41 pm
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I bought a yoga block today

To help me do those trickier positions.

I have the yoga mat in a nice new case

at the top of the stairs.

I bought a couple of yoga CDs

and a stack of yoga magazines.

Occasionally I stretch my arms and think

first position of the sun salutation!

Someday, I going to turn on the CD

or go to a class

or take the block from its package.

I have faith in me.

I’ll do it.

Eventually.

 

poem-stacked January 10, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:13 pm
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8 screws

6 boards

8 pins

wind, wind, wind, wind

wind, wind, wind, wind

push, push, push push

push, push, push, push

shelves stacked

and now book, book, book

Why did it take so long

to buy a book shelf, and clear these

stacks off the floor?

 

 

poem- accomplishments November 22, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:55 pm
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The litany of what could be

is not as important as

what is now.

What was before

is not as important as

what is now.

For now is all

you ever have.

 

poem-tired August 1, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:38 pm
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I need new pyjamas.

The effort of hunting through stores

hurts my head.

I have fabric, thread, pattern

and machines.

It’d only take an hour to make,

But just taking

the serger out of the box

seems too great a challenge.

I think finishing my last novel

was more exhausting than

it seemed.

 

poem- procrastination May 30, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:09 am
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I plainly do not wish to write

the essay I had planned tonight

Instead I filled the night with song

but at midnight I think that was wrong

No work to show for hours gone by

My eyes are sore, I’m prone to sigh

The essay will not write itself

The due day looms like Dante’s hell

I greatly fear procrastination

has thwarted my determination!

So wish me luck, just one day left

The due date rises like my stress!

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I arranged a tune.  I made a video.  I did not work on my essay.  Plainly I’ve been absorbing too much from the teenagers all around me!  lol  Tomorrow is the last chance.  Wish me luck!

 

 
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