Shawn L. Bird

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poem-because January 17, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:14 am
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I’m fond of flowers

bought because

today is worth celebrating;

they are lovely,

and you are captivating.

Unexpected joy does

blossom for hours.



poem-prepared August 9, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:32 am
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Lord Baden-Powell had it right when he advised the Scouts to Be Prepared

especially in summer paradises, the drop in visitors are far from rare.

But while the public zones might meet pass inspection

the bedrooms require some interjection and disinfection

Explosions of laundry piled in the guest room

Slow motion quandry to solve in a hurry

Hang up the phone, fly into a flurry

Hang up the clothes; Come we must hurry!

In just twenty minutes make this space habitable

for twenty minutes we must be indefatigable!

Make up the beds. Whip round the vacuum,

then answer the door bell crooning, “Good afternoon!”


poem-leprechaun March 17, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:53 am
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Giant leprechaun

on the Via Crucis of

Palantine Hill

in Rome.

An American

in a giant

green velvet hat


and jigging

for St. Pat.



Five years ago on St. Patrick’s Day we were in Rome.  We were exploring on Palantine Hill when we saw these Americans.  I took his photo and he passed me his camera to take a photo of them.  End of story.  His hat has remained in memory as an amusing incidental of the trip.


poem- bigger January 20, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:25 am
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It was to be a small thing

a little something,

a useful token,

a stylish bibelot,

but it is a large thing

engendering greater



poem-lying September 21, 2014

Filed under: Poetry,poodles — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:12 am
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I wake

to feel you lying

stretched along

the length of me.

I reach out my hand

and find not flesh

but fur.

You have been replaced

by canine devotion.





This is an interesting example of ‘living poetry.’  People ask how I can come up with a poem every day, and I say I see them everywhere.  This morning, completely dazed with sleep, this happened, I muzzily composed this poem as I reflected on the surprise, and then fell back to sleep.  When I finally got up, there it was, ready to share.


poem-expectations January 3, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:25 pm
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“We’re not going to a show,”

he said. “They’re too expensive.”

“Oh,” she said, nodding sagely.  “Right.”

They’d travelled all that way

to a sleepless city of lights.

Shows every night.

Wild crazy sights.

She’d packed for a night out.

“I get it,” she said,

smirking to herself.

She waited for his

inevitable surprise,

as he took her for

long walks in daylight

until her beautifully shod  feet ached.

Then he napped.

She smiled at his

preparation for a late night

and she practiced her

astonished expression.

First night.

Second night.

Last night.

She gaped at him,

heading to an early bed.


There really is

no surprise.



poem- switch December 14, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:28 pm
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Best laid plans

A good surprise

Gone wrong.

An earnest effort

Hug cures



Making right


Start again

Free rein


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