Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-the old fridge died February 4, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:51 am
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You,

the mechanical miracle worker,

refuse to accept extermination.

Armed with Youtube videos

and an amp metre

you search for solutions,

find the secret place

frozen peas hide,

discover three decades of debris.

Determination pays:

You sit back, satisfied,

when hum and chilled air,

declare life.

Death defeated.

Obliteration blocked.

Cold box immaculate in revived vitality.

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poem-irony March 22, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:36 pm
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I saw four bald eagles today:

Three in Canada. One in USA.

 

poem-return February 26, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:00 am
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Two geese fly

over the lake

bringing spring

with each flap

of their wings.

 

poem-it’s the hat July 6, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:00 am
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It’s the hat

that first catches their attention.

Who wears hats these days,

but cowboys and teen punks?

and the punks have it backwards.

Her round little hat hasn’t enough brim

to keep off much sun,

but it has enough character to keep off

the bores and the introverts,

and that’s enough.

She doesn’t seem to notice them

drawing into the walls as she goes by,

their fear is palpable, but she is insensible.

It’s not outwardly a power hat, in fact, it’s kind of cute,

but no one wears hats these days who doesn’t wear

a confidence that scares off

weaker souls.

 

 
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