Shawn L. Bird

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poem- tossing April 4, 2019

Filed under: Poetry,poodles — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:24 am
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I toss.

You race.

You leap.

You flip.

You pant.

You return

on a joy-fueled frenzy

for the fun of the chase.

To vicariously share your bliss,

I toss.

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(Just in from a supremely athletic game of fetch- with a Chuckit Flying Squirrel. Now a happily exhausted poodle is at my feet.  I once saw a Ziggy cartoon that said he just wanted to go to dog heaven and toss balls for eternity. I sometimes feel like that is already my prime raison d’etre according to Kiltti!  How about you? Do you play a lot of fetch?).  

 

 

poem-a few words more November 26, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:53 pm
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A few words more

fingers flicking over keys.

A few words more

a story unwinds

A few words more

before my head explodes

Small successes form

between the creases in my brows.

I will write a few words more,

to force recovery, word by

blurry, painful word.

 

poem-crush November 5, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:52 pm
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Small pieces of hope

held tightly,

nurtured gratefully,

smashed out of my hands,

fall,

fall,

fall.

 

poem-wandering August 7, 2018

It is

It isn’t

Round and round

I can!

I can’t!

You do

You don’t

and trying

trying

trying

doesn’t make it easier

to pull your broken brain away

from turbulance

I don’t know you anymore

I don’t like you anymore

Loyalty keeps me doing

because I promised him

and you can’t help being broken

I know.

It is

It isn’t

Time ticks by

I try

I try

I try.

 

poem-is isn’t April 6, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:59 am
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It is.

It isn’t.

Me.

You.

A circle compounding compromises.

Conviction carries us.

I promise.

I pound.

I promise

I pound.

I paint

conviction

carrying

us.

It is.

It isn’t.

Promising.

 

(A poem for Dustin & Lyda, Jason & Kirindip.  These are characters in the current w.i.p. novel).

 

 

poem-narrow March 27, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:51 pm
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Read and understand,

my children.

The world is not as narrow

as your mind.

If you live a life,

mired in the same mud,

you will never know the

glories of a mountain peak,

power of ocean depths.

Read and understand,

my children.

What you have seen

is not all there is.

What you have felt

is not all there is to feel.

See and understand,

my children.

There is more.

So much more.

Than what you know.

Open your eyes,

to the world

my children.

See and understand.

 

 

poem- ukulele beats February 13, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:50 pm
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So… this is a (parody) Beatnik style spoken word piece.  In place of the bongos (or in addition to them) you have to insert an ukulele riff between the lines.  I ‘wrote’ this while a student was walking through the halls past my class room, wailing away–heavy metal style–on his ukulele…  (We don’t ask why he was soooooo far from the band room. Obviously it was so he could inspire poetry!)

PS. Call it an oo-koo-lay-lay, please, NOT a you-kah-lay-lee.

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The ukuleles are out walkin’

(insert riff)

Rockin’ to the beat

(power chord)

Tropical heat

(power chord)

Seat of pants stalkin’

(riff)

Ukulele tuneful wailin’

to the whales

(riff)

Ukulele layin’ on the vibe

Make us come alive.

(power chord)

It’s a gas, man.

Ukulele laughin’ gas, man

(longer riff)

Listen to what I say,

Take the ukulele way

of peace,

man.

(power chord).

Cuckoo

Ukulele.

(riff)

Groovy, dude.

 

 

 

 

 
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