Shawn L. Bird

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poem-hearts January 3, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:24 pm
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Isn’t it strange

how what you imagine will captivate you forever

can become stale and disgusting with time?

Like fruit fallen too ripe,

stinking beneath the tree,

time sometimes does no favours

to distant hearts.



poem-white November 16, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:46 pm
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Streaks of white flash past my windshield

like I’m entering hyper-space,

hoping not to be hit by space debris

(or other cars)

’cause that’d end my trip real quick, wouldn’t it?

No one really likes  driving the highway home

through a snowstorm.

Where’s Han Solo when you need him?


poem- Mom September 14, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:46 pm
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Today is my mom’s 86th birthday, so I wrote her a poem:


My mother is a sewing machine

Stitching life together like a quilt.

She can make anything grow

as the needle whirs and punctures

Creating history.


poem-simmering September 1, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:36 pm
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Your disapproval simmers,

irritation bursting in exclamatory bubbles,

mutter, mutter, mutter

like a lid bouncing on a pot.


poem-down August 22, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:31 pm
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I’m upside down

and it makes me dizzy

how so many years later

you can still do this to me.

I’m upside down

inside out and backwards

breathing like I’ve run a marathon

like you’ve decrypted my password.

I’m upside down

like I’m on a circus trapeze

another day with you, our love

is full of moments like these.


haiku- melted July 5, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:33 am
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Like an ice cream puddle

on pavement, beside an

empty cone, I melt.


poem- string June 25, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:44 pm
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I’m stringing together words

connecting us like beads

winding threads

capturing beauty that flashes in the light

I’m stringing us tightly together

knotting now so we can

recreate this moment

when we fear we are unravelling.



poem-shy June 13, 2015

The idea

like a shy child

peeks from around a corner

hoping you will notice it.

If you’re too busy to pay attention

it fades away and you are left

trying to find the picture you can’t

quite bring to mind.




Twice this morning, while busy with something else, an idea fluttered up. Twice I thought, “Oh! That’s good. I must remember that!” and twice it disappeared into the ether.  Darn.  Darn.


poem-flames February 7, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:52 pm
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She’s caught between the flames

of inferno and ice

Accusations of blame,

of who’s not playing nice.

She’s caught between the fury

of defeat and aggression,

For neither is sorry

and all leads to depression.

She’s caught between love

crushed between hate

a magician’s dove

that is stuffed then must wait.

She’s caught between threads

stuffed up their sleeves

’til she’s dangling her head

beneath the nearest trees.



poem- waking January 30, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:06 am
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Your morning eyes

still full of night

fall on me

soft as sunrise.


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