Shawn L. Bird

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poem-quarantine March 14, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:45 pm
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I stay at home on quarantine;
I am not feeling serene.
Mexican vacation’s been
cancelled, and I was so keen

to escape from all the snow.
Caribbean sunset glow?
Basking on a sandy shore?
Travel’s bad right now, I know.  😦

We already had t. p.
no panic necessary.
Asthma inhaler ready.
Home holiday with hubby.

I will unpack my suitcase
Stuff the new swimsuit some place,
Wash your hands! Don’t touch your face!
Hope we all survive with grace.

(A poem on life in the COVID19 pandemic)

 

 

 

 

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poem- where I am June 1, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:25 pm
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Sun glory

Sky painted blue

Wishing for you:

New stories

 

poem-dark? February 5, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:43 pm
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Midnight

outside the kitchen window

snow capped cedars glow

in moonlight.

 

 

 

 

poem- compensations November 4, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:06 am
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It’s a grey day

frost in the air,

but at least I’m greeting it

in a great pair of shoes.

 

poem-almost August 21, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:36 pm
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You leave silver trails behind you.

They glisten in the morning sun

like fairy roads on the concrete.

Such light from a creature that looks like dung.

 

poem- opportunities June 16, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:50 pm
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I’ll never know

if I hide below

if I never go

beyond the flow.

 

poem-blackbird tree March 19, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:59 pm
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The tree is heavy with red-winged blackbirds

like early black fruit,

strangely silent gathering

before the territorial grumblings begin.

 

poem- pickle poetry October 13, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:24 am
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Your jar of pickled poems–

cheek puckering poetry,

sour smiles behind glass–

makes me laugh.

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PicklePoetry-Bethany.

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My students handed in their poetry collections today.  Among them is a jar with poems written on green pickle shaped papers.  🙂   Bethany wins cutest poetry project.  Too bad it wasn’t a contest.  (Hmm.  Maybe next year?!)

 

poem- next September 7, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:44 pm
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The next adventure

awaits the sunrise.

Have faith it’ll be better

than you surmise.

 

poem-curses August 1, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:44 pm
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When very riled my dad would curse

“Sugar!” he’d cry with vehemence.

Remembering now makes me sigh,

t’was a perfect curse for such a sweet guy.

 

 
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