Shawn L. Bird

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poem- prep July 14, 2018

Beneath a cloudless blue sky

I feel the storm coming,

black clouds gathering.

Could they reflect black shirts?

I ponder,

seriously,

if I should be building false walls

to hide those who will be escaping tyranny.

I wonder,

if I am far enough from a border to avoid

occupation.

A century ago,

they didn’t understand the signs,

but now we do.

Those who read are the first removed

when the evil rises.

Do all those kids who demanded,

“Why do we have to learn this?”

remember that their teachers said,

“So you’ll see the signs.”

“So it will never happen again.”

“Remember, they elected Hitler;

“they heiled and fell for his lies,

“because they wanted to believe their superiority,

“wanted a scapegoat for their troubles.”

There can be no excuses.

Shall I buy bricks or drywall?

Where will I construct false bottoms?

Where will we hide in the resulting rubble,

when the jack boots stomp through?

Another cristelnacht, this time in New York?

The hammock swings its consolation:

It can’t happen here.

It won’t happen here.

How many said those words a century

ago?

How many grew to knowing the meaning

of fear?

 

poem-smoke August 1, 2017

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Summer here,

choking heat

forests fill the sky

as ash.

 

poem-beaming August 16, 2016

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The moon is a street light

dimming the gleam of stars

while amphibian love songs

fill the summer night.

 

poem-tranquility August 10, 2016

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I count three shooting stars

as the porch swing rocks to the rhythm

of one desperately lovesick frog.

 

poem-geese August 7, 2016

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The temperature has soared;

crowds gather  on the lake

for another hot summer day,

but early this morning

I heard the geese leaving,

portents of autumn on the wind.

 

 

 

poem-summer singing July 31, 2016

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Evening chorus

is al fresco dining

‘Hello out there!’

‘Where are you, baby?

‘Over here, boys!’

Amphibian karaoke.

Beating out its rhythm of

summer romance.

 

poem-summer July 24, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:31 pm
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Hot day.

The mall is packed.

Swimming lessons need a driver

(kids can’t get anywhere by themselves, after all).

Joggers sweating past.

Gas mower chugs obnoxiously around the yard.

I miss the soft swisha-swisha of dad’s old Rotary mower

when summer was gentler

and filled with children’s laughter.

 

 
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