Shawn L. Bird

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poem- secrets January 26, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:34 am
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I knew

though I waited for the words

and hoped through the years

that I was wrong

I knew

though I waited for the time

when you felt safe to tell me

or came to terms yourself.

I knew

though  I waited silently

and didn’t tell a soul

I knew.

 

poem- swirl January 16, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:39 pm
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Reality spins

into imagination

awakening dreams

long forgotten.

Reality whirls

through intimations

of what seems

downtrodden

Reality curls

into foundations

revealing themes

all new again.

 

poem- self-fulfilling prophecies October 26, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:48 am
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At four hundred pounds

she filled every room

I am beautiful!

I am amazing!

I am entertaining!

I will help you succeed!

They didn’t question

her self-control

her ugly words

her petty cruelties

her avarice

They accepted every word

and made it true.

 

poem- your story August 26, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:45 am
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Your story is locked inside

You won’t talk, instead

you find a new subject:

clothes or garden.

‘What’s done is done,’

you say.

‘That was another day.’

History locked away

inside a vault,

leaving fathomless mysteries

names on birth certificates

and censuses.

Secrets saved as treasures,

Truth tucked tightly behind

closed doors

you won’t unlock.

 

 

 

poem- today August 6, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:27 pm
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Today

I know what is right

Today

I have seen weakness

Today

I have seen strength

Today

I have seen courage

Today

I have seen tenderness.

Today

I have seen evil

Today

I have seen good

Today

I have seen you

Today

You have seen me

Today

you know who I am

Today

I know who you are

Today

Amid your warlike screeches

I am nestled in peace.

 

poem- modern illiteracy August 2, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:37 pm
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Each day she enters the library

trailing behind her friends to sign out a book-

one they suggest or something near that’s fat

and impressive.

“I could never read a book that thick!”

“I heard that author is great!”

She settles into her seat, and

during silent reading

she opens to the middle and  flips pages

occasionally looking at the cryptic shapes

arranged on the page to find words she knows,

but mostly her eyes are elsewhere as she turns

the page, stealthily,

wondering what others see when they read

wondering if they are pretending,

wondering if anyone notices.

At the end of each class,

its mysteries too deep to decipher

she drops the book into the library bin.

“Are you done already?”

“Yes. It was really good.”

 

common denominator April 9, 2013

Filed under: Grace Awakening,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:15 am
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I am

the common denominator

in my life.

If trouble comes

time

after time

after time,

relationship

after relationship

after relationship,

What each event

has in common

is me.

.

In Grace Awakening Power, Bright tells Grace that she is the common denominator to the problems.  It’s not that it’s Grace’s fault that bad things happen to her, but they aren’t happening to other people, they’re happening to her, and it’s something in her that brings the trouble.

I’ve been thinking about this one a lot lately and wondering how to change the factors that result in the common denominator of my experience.  How about you?  Can you see how changing one or two things could change your experiences in a profound way?

PS. If find it very interesting that when centred, this poem took the shape of a punching bag.  You punch these bags, and they whip right back at you.  It seems full of profound symbolism. How do you interpret it?

 

don’t February 4, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:26 pm
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don’t show it

when you’re feeling

crazy angry.

don’t show it

when you’re feeling

upside down.

don’t show it

when you’re feeling

like a bobbing cork

in the ocean:

directionless,

lonely.

don’t show it.

smile.

kiss them all.

glow with laughter.

don’t show.

tell

lies.

 

masks August 25, 2011

Filed under: Pondering,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:37 pm
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“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.”   Oscar Wilde

It’s an interesting idea, don’t you think?  I can see how character and philosophy oozes out from between the lines of an author’s work.  I know that people who know me laugh when they read my work, because they can hear my voice in the style.

What do you think?  Do you think you reveal more about yourself by your action and writings (particularly writing in character) than you do when responding to others?

PS.  Still looking for the short story “Masks” as per this blog

 

Quatrain August 4, 2011

Filed under: Commentary — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:49 pm
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Reality is a dream awoken
Truth is perception spoken
Wisdom is a lifetime’s token
Grace is long love unbroken

 

 
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