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.

 

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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………….

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.

..

^ 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.

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.

.

(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.

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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.

 

 
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