Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

poem-yoga in real life December 18, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:00 pm
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You are twisted in knots

pulled here, there, everywhere,

responsibilities,

avoiding hostilities,

paying utilities,

cleaning facilities.

You are wound tight

tossed left and right

crushed under mighty

feet, but step into this

darkened space

seek solace from the thoughts

that race,

trace peace.

Surcease.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Release.

.

.

for Lorien

 

 

poem- computer woes November 24, 2017

 

You ask me for my email address

When given, much to my distress

You claim it’s already registered.

Why yes!  I tell machine, that’s me, for sure!

You ask me for  user name and password

But when I type them, you claim I’m invalid.

Oh, you passive aggressive machine,

You’re not acting like part of this team!

Inside the circuits of your brain

you’re plotting how to cause me pain.

I can hear your fan blade snicker,

as you plot to raise blood pressure.

Oh computer, use your power for good,

and work like the techies claim you should!

.

.

(Another day, another frustrating encounter with technology!)

 

 

poem- not May 11, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:05 am
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I am not enough

to fill the void.

A yawning maw,

a gaping hole,

inadequacy piled upon inadequacy

overwhelms

and I

do not have the mass

to shore up against this tide

of weakness compounded

year after year until they got here.

I am battered.

I am broken.

I am not enough.

 

poem-blood and stone May 10, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:47 am
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They say

you can’t get blood from a stone,

but there you are

grinding

and bleeding from the effort.

There you are

releasing your hard heart

and weeping change.

Oh sure,

 

it hurts to be stoned

It’ll kill you, if the impact

hits the right place,

but a bloody stone

is only a reminder

of your strength.

Stones were once mountains

Worn by time and pressure

your mountain has become a stone,

and from your tight grip

drips

blood.

 

invocation- strife November 1, 2016

Filed under: Poetry,Rotary invocations — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:33 am
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At this difficult season

When opinions impale reason

May we not divide

but warmly abide

within a strong fellowship

built on relationships

of respectful courtesy

as we serve our community.

May we rise as *votary

to the service of Rotary.

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*vocabulary- a ‘votary’ is a devoted adherent.

 

For free use within Rotary.  Please credit Shawn Bird of Shuswap Rotary, District 5060 with authorship when you present the invocation at your club, and please leave a comment below so Rotarians know when and where it’s been used.  Thank you.

 

poem- hovering February 18, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:47 am
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It’s a shadow

she can’t quite see,

just behind her head.

A sensation of suspicion

quickening between

her shoulder blades.

A darkness settling in

a midnight coloured cape.

Oppressive premonitions

that demand she hides, fades away.

No energy for fight or flight

when confronting the black horror

of night.

 

poem-leave September 25, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:57 am
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The dog pulls you down the street.

Your eyes are hazy,

Your hair is wild.

Your beard’s unkempt.

Your steps thud awkwardly like you’ve forgotten how to walk.

If the outside reflects the inside,

you definitely need some time

to regain your health again.

 

 
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