Shawn L. Bird

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poem-three March 8, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:21 am
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twelve

one

two

three

o’clock.

This hotel room is absent of you,

No lovers’ talk,

just me,

myself,

and seven o’clock is coming far

too soon.

 

 

poem-coming home August 19, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:28 am
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Leaving now

Drive safely

@ Olds

@ work

@ Golden

2:45 TO GO!

Sicamous! Count down to ravishing you!

21 mins………….

.

.

..

^ Real texts, those. It makes for an unconventional love poem.  🙂 The best part about being away is coming home to the one you love and leaping into his arms!  I’ve been leaping enthusiastically into those arms for more than half my life.  ((((sigh))))  

 

poem- journey November 23, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:17 pm
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Snow falling

dancing white specks

journeys from heaven

quickly absorbed

in mundane.

.

Plane flying

leaving white trails

journey from you

quickly absorbed

in fast lanes

 

poem- flying November 20, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:44 pm
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Sometimes,

my CPU revs up

like an airplane,

races down the run way;

my typing thuds unexpected spaces,

but my words take off

and fly around the world.

.

.

.

(old computer, noisy fan. It does sound like a revving plane!)

 

poem- real life take 2 August 31, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:22 pm
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Son returns

from Brazilian dreams

Misses his flights and is stranded in The Big City

.

Good thing today his sister moved into an apartment 10 mins from the airport, eh?

 

poem- marble August 21, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:16 am
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From the rail siding

in Carrera I see

Michaelangelo’s

cold white mountain

sliced block by block.

What once created

La Pieta and David

now reduced to

slices of counter tops.

.

.

.

 

poem-missing August 7, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:38 pm
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Three thirty-three in the morning

I awaken, drenched in sweat.

I turn on the fan,

waiting for sleep to return

wishing that you were beside me.

 

poem-tolls July 14, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:16 pm
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He pays the toll

peck east

peck west

She’s the vehicle for

this journey

over-heavy for the road

burdened by billboards

Her engine rattles,

clanks,

thuds

down the road.

The convoy carries on

taking

a toll.

 

poem- reading a historical mystery April 24, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:01 am
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Small gawky boy

Nose like the beak of an eyas,

I pass a glance to his hands

bronzed and thin upon the table

and find myself time travelling.

Immersed in visions of those hands

Stroking keys, coaxing music,

Mesmerizing me. Those hands

On other arms years ago.

I blink back to now and stare as he stumbles,

Endearingly uncoordinated, into a wall.

I watch him in a crowd, catch the flash of his smile

And am transported into that smile

Gleaming at me in another time

from another face.

Wondering at my sanity,

I check his files,

Find the name I know from long ago

and understand:

History is written in our blood

And carved upon our bones.

The tilt of our heads,

The rhythm of our laughter

The angle of our shoulders,

the shape of our souls,

Are revealed in the genetic mystery

That can be read through time,

by those who see the story.

 

poem- travel December 30, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:44 am
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The case is packed full

of memories and you are

preparing for the trip

back to routine.

All that remains

are the images in the

camera and in

your mind.

 

 
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