Shawn L. Bird

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poem- fingers back October 19, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:20 pm
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Once again

the adage’s proven true,

when you point at someone,

three fingers point back to you.

What you’re calling out

is probably your issue, too;

the louder you shout,

the clearer the cue!

 

poem-storm June 8, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:56 pm
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Another storm warning.

Cotton clouds turn into coal smoke,

Flashes splice the sky.

We’re drenched by pelting rain,

until it blows by again.

Wouldn’t it be nice

if the newscaster flashed

storm warnings

about flashes of temper

and drenching tears,

so we knew to stay indoors

or prepare our rain gear?

 

poem-dark April 27, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:40 pm
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I’m weary of tunnels.

Closing in around me,

narrowing the future

to a  pinpoint of possibility

ahead of the foreboding train.

 

poem- dalliance November 11, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:37 pm
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This is a glimmer

and it will be flame.

She is danger

and you are not fire fighter

enough to avoid

being burnt.

 

 
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