Shawn L. Bird

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poem-double words April 21, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:26 pm
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NaPoWriMo prompt for Day 21 was to use repetition modelled after http://www.slate.com/articles/arts/poem/2008/11/there_was_a_man_of_double_deed.html.


There was a girl who spoke the words
That wrapped the world, but went unheard

When the girl began to dream
T’was like the universal scheme

When the scheming came to naught
T’was like a void that time forgot

When the void it opened wide
T’was like a cave with home inside

When home called loudly, she went in
T’was like relief flooding within.

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poem- When we spoke of masks April 6, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:33 pm
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Once, masks were metaphorical;

pandemics were historical.

Now, cortisol flood makes us

fatter every day.

Isolating’s creating a nation of moles,

nervous of leaving our holes,

as each wave proves more deadly,

We’re wishing consequences on anti-maskers

and anti-vaxxers: be sacrifices for your cause,

carry a card that you’re happy to

leave hospital beds for those who

take this seriously, those

who sacrifice comfort for society.

We’ll try to survive by masking insecurities,

and wait eagerly for our vaccines,

praying variant strains, don’t over-strain us.

Masking anxiety until we can

Breathe easier again.

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NaPoWriMo Day 6. Another day ignoring the official prompt ’cause I had other stuff in my mind. Weird how often I’m playing with rhyme this week.

 

poem-glow? April 1, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:31 pm
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Oh, yeah.

I used to gleam.

Shining sparkling day-glo shimmer

You know what I mean?

But Covid, man.

It’s worn me out.

Dulled my bright-light

What’s this exhaustion about?

It’s just going to work,

same as before

Just wearing a mask

washing hands, washing hands, and washing some more.

What’s so tiring about that?

I have absolutely no clue

But I’m heading to bed now at dinner time.

How are you?

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#NaPoWriMo Day 1. The official prompt from napowrimo.net was a video that triggered my TBI sensory over-load so I couldn’t watch it. :-/ I’ve come home from work, and again it’s not even 6 p.m. and I’m ready to crawl into bed with an eye mask, a heating pad, and an audio book. I can’t believe how exhausted I am all the time now! How’s a girl supposed to get poetry written, let alone books and stories! Arg. I hope you’re feeling less exhausted.

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poem-springing March 8, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:52 am
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Oh my!

Blue sky!

If only the promises could be true

that this is is just a preview.

Has spring finally arrived?

 

poem- insurrection day January 6, 2021

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Today my class is learning about the PANTOUM poetry form, while in the US, protesters have broken into congress amid riots, so here’s our demo pantoum.

Throw me a line
What’s going on?
I need a sign
Sanity’s gone

What’s going on?
There’s all this shouting
Sanity’s gone
The laws they’re flouting

There’s all this shouting
Is there any hope?
The laws they’re flouting
This filth needs some soap

Is there any hope?
My heart is afraid
This filth needs some soap
A nation’s betrayed

My heart is afraid.
Will the people declare
Their nation’s betrayed?
Does anyone care?

Will the people declare
this is the sign?
Will anyone care
to throw us a line?

 

poem-heavy December 4, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:23 am
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What is this woodblock in my chest
beyond kilos and pounds to tons (or tonnes)?
Quivering, it vibrates my spine,
my foggy head,
all’s aching weight,
anguish and dread.

 

poem-pity November 23, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:22 am
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Like Red Rose Tea:

only in Canada?

confused identity.

Reindeer

are just caribou.

Who knew?

 

poem-be happy pantoum November 7, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:02 pm
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Another demo pantoum written with an English class. 🙂

I wish we were happy

I wish we were glad

This poem will be quite sappy

But it will not be sad

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I wish we were glad

I wish we were silly

But it will not be sad

Though the weather is chilly

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I wish we were silly

That election is scary

Though the weather is chilly

The situation is hairy!

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That election is scary

But koalas are cute

The situation is hairy!

But I bought new boots!

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Koalas are cute

Mac and cheese comfort food

I bought new boots!

Folks, don’t be so rude!

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Mac and cheese comfort food

Make this poem quite sappy

Folks, don’t be so rude!

I wish we were happy

 

poem- walking in the sexy boots October 21, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:14 pm
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The morning skies were grey

but they saw the sashay

and knew it wasn’t a day

to stay that way, you

might construe something at play,

but my boots made the sky turn blue!

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FWIW- I was wearing my purple velvet, sparky embossed leather and black patent leather Fluevog Atria boots today. No such thing as ‘too much.’ 😉

Photo by Shawn L. Bird on October 21, 2020. Image may contain: one or more people, shoes and boots.

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poem- walk on a foggy day September 30, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:28 am
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The clouds have come to Earth,

obscuring our panorama

narrowing the perspective

until the view is simply you and me:

this nebulous emergence,

hope and mystery.

 

 
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