Shawn L. Bird

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

Poem- A potato fork poem August 23, 2022

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(for Brenda)


Fellow forks, beware!

Do stay away from here!

Brenda takes us

then she breaks us.

Oh tremble! Feel fear!

Come only if you dare!


Digging rocks and boulders

(Putting bodies in the ground?)

Brenda will abuse you

Aggressively use you

Your handle’s snapping sound

Means you won’t get older.


Forks, do NOT come near!

Get the fork out of here!


poem-hubris June 3, 2021

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We know

what’s best

Make the right decisions

Know the right culture

Have the right religion

Use the right words

No one else is as good as we are

It’s all black and white

Except for all that grey,

and all those other



poem-is isn’t April 6, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:59 am
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It is.

It isn’t.



A circle compounding compromises.

Conviction carries us.

I promise.

I pound.

I promise

I pound.

I paint




It is.

It isn’t.



(A poem for Dustin & Lyda, Jason & Kirindip.  These are characters in the current w.i.p. novel).



poem-see October 25, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:29 am
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I see

how every word crashes into you,

threatens to capsize you,

flaps at your mainsail,

sends your boom flying across a bow,

leaving your cowering on the deck,

begging for the storm to pass.

Aim for port, where words

are bulwarked by the breakwater,

and tides are tempered.

We’ll tie up in safety;




poem- pic October 11, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:36 pm
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Pick a picture

search the eyes

the dead glass

living eyes

No vacancy


No vacancy


No vacancy

in broken down windows

picked clean

pick up

this dream.


poem- Jingle Pot Road. Nanaimo July 18, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:19 am
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Jingle Pot Road.

You make me want to belly dance

along your length,

as you meander back and forth

across the highway–

a serpentine of signposts–

Shimmy! Jingle! Pop! Road.



I actually performed this piece, bellydancing to the words, at When Words Collide in Calgary, August 2017.  I definitely need to improve my choreography and have the piece properly memorized to do the concept justice, but it does add a fun touch to a poetry presentation! 🙂 

Web post about how Jingle Pot Road got its name.



poem- want September 27, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:05 pm
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I want.



I want for you.

I want



poem- W September 14, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:32 am
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Geese trying a new vocabulary

fly in W formation

I wonder

what will winter wind

waft or wallop  webbed wonders

wandering west and south along waterways?


poem-art June 10, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:37 pm
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Art is artificial

when our artifacts

leave factual for artless artifice.

Draw artful parts;

articulate the artful into artillery

throbbing through the arteries:

bum, bum, bum.

Be the genuine article,






(Reading John Dewey’s Art as Experience today.  My head might explode.)


poem-Today’s trial March 6, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:14 am
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Today’s trial.

leads to

today’s trail.



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