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Shan's Crap (Shannon McEwen)

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on May 22 2007

Saving the Linens and the love

In the darkened house
A quarter past ten
He lifts a sleeping boy

Carries all fifty pounds
Of warm sleepy boy
To the potty

A drowsy voice
“I hate this”
Before a gruff response
“I know buddy”

And into my view
Just a minute later
A sleeping boy

His head rested
Onto a strong shoulder
So complete
In his trust

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She believes in Fairies

In her favourite purple bikini
With tinker bell
Peeking around her mid section
She swims bravely by
Two girls about eleven years
Holding hostage all
The floating mats

She clutches tightly
Her little, well used yellow mat
And a Floating noodle
Gets to the middle of the pool
Scrambles up
Into a Zen position

Places her noodle
In front of her
Into the chlorinated water
And cross legged
Fishes for dreams

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on May 10 2007

Outta Step with Convention

I could write a sonnet
In iambic pentameter
To say I Always Love you best in June
Or I could just declare
My Love for you is way over the moon
But I’m not that proficient
At keeping the beat
Kind of like the way
I can’t control each erratic thump
Of my heart
Whenever you smile at me

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on May 20 2007

Being pulled like a wishbone

He says a gruff goodbye
Clenches his hands
In effort
To stop the surge
Of hot tears
As she looks up at him
With thick auburn lashes
And says
“No, no bye-bye daddy”

And across the miles
she waits for his return
Wraps her arms around herself
In an effort
To contain the excitement
That makes every cell jump
And hot tears
Threaten

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on May 15 2007

Pinch Me

Avoiding the shadows
Just barely
On the cusp of daylight

I look down at your face
Your hands clasped
In vague remembrance
Of innocence

I remember last night
Just how well you proved
Your true nature
With your mouth

And as the sunlight
Spreads across the room
To tickle your whiskers
I wonder
Could I be dreaming?

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on May 19 2007

It's a good thing he's cute

The early morning sun peeks
Into the windows
Sees the chaos
The four year old boy
With toys and potato chips
littering the living room floor
Singing along to Sponge Bob
As he squishes the cat

And decides to hide
Behind the biggest
Plumpest
Wettest cloud
To wait for the thunder

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on May 18 2007

So why can't I cope without you? (A Triolet)

In this modern world I live
Independence may rule the day
Where every hour I give and give
In this modern world I live
My energy slips through the sieve
Of dreams and time that gave away
In this modern world I live
Independence may rule the day

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on May 9 2007

Super hero in the Making

In the backseat
Bright sun streams down
Makes his cheeks glow
As he tells me

When he grows up
He’s gonna be Spiderman
And Batman
And Buzz Light-year
And a teenage Mutant Ninja turtle

The funny thing is
When I look
Through the rear view mirror
Into his large chocolate eyes
And see his grin
I believe him

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on May 10 2007

The search for truth in embedded lies

A re-wroking of my poem Wisdom's High Price
Whenever I hear your same old lies
Into the darkness my mind wanders
To long ago hurtful final goodbyes

And the awful truth in your dark eyes
Where my fickle mind still now ponders
I wonder what exactly began our demise

When one became two in our awful despise
Perhaps in selfishness one often squanders
Or the ever inquiring heart that does surmise


So why when the end came the sudden surprise
A stack of stained white linen now to launder
And the truth now forever a clever disguise

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on May 7 2007

Breathless between the sheets - A triolet

In the fragrant after sex glow
Shattered I collapse beneath you
No longer caught up in the flow
In the fragrant after sex glow
Waiting for my quick heart to slow
Tumbling down from where I just flew
In the fragrant after sex glow
Shattered I collapse beneath you

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