“The kind of wrapping you come in has nothing to do with it. As quickly as you realize that, contentment and peace come—from the heart. Happiness is within you.”
~Charlotte Greenwood
quote-happiness is within July 1, 2015
poem- shovelling June 29, 2015
Oh sir, your manure pile is deep!
Dung beetles are digging, they scurry and creep.
Oh sir, please stop expecting that we’re venerating
the stench that you’re generating!
Bombousity and pompousity do not disguise
what is wise, you realize? The stench will rise
in quivering waves to the skies!
While you quip and you gloat, we see that the source
is not sheep, goat or horse; the muck’s clearly emenating
from your posterior aspect, and while some might declare
that’s your superior asset, I’m estimating the affair could use
less regulating and speculating so I’m delegating!
I’m calling the villagers, we’re gathering shovels
Enough with this sir! Stop slathering troubles
you’ve made with this crap pile; stop being so hostile
quit wallowing in this manure of your making
and swallow this brown pie that you’ve been baking.
Enough with this hideous idiocy!
Grab a shovel and clean up.
Be part of the team.
Put a cork in the hole.
Don’t try grabbing control.
Accept your strong role:
Help us all meet our goal!
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(We all know someone like this, don’t we? Or several someones?) 😉
poem- air June 28, 2015
I breathe in air so warm
the hairs in my nose sizzle,
I attempt to read, but
heat melts my resolve.
The porch swing is like a hot bath,
washing away concern and energy.
Languid summer afternoon,
Shuswap heat wave.
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Fell asleep trying to read on my porch this afternoon. When I came inside, I checked the thermometer: 43 C which is 109.4 F. Just a tad warm!
Poem- cause a scene! June 27, 2015
(For Des- ERS’s social justice queen!)
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Let’s all cause a scene.
Rock the boat.
Let’s all convene.
Cut out that throat.
Let’s burst a spleen.
Cast the deciding vote.
Let’s careen around corners
demean the disorder.
It’s not mean, it’s justice,
to cause a scene!
poem- hmm
What does it mean
that you wander through those hills,
hide between the rocks and burrow under roots?
What does it mean
that you listen to the birds,
head cocked in concentration for their words?
What does it mean
when your eyes turn to the peaks,
houses and humanity left behind your mind?
What does it mean
that spaces stretch to pain,
hubris becomes agony and no one is the same?
poem- lingering June 26, 2015
I want to linger here
as people leave the party
I want to stay with you.
When the last of us goes
this adventure is officially over.
I miss it already.
poem- The Scientific Method June 25, 2015
Today I was challenged to have a poem about The Scientific Method in slam style on my blog by 10 p.m. Challenge complete!
In case you’ve forgotten the components…
Scientific method-
- Recognize problem
- Define problem
- formulate hypothesis
- collect data
- analyze data
- confirm or disconfirm hypothesis
THE POEM:
Recognize the problem
form definition of the complication
formulation, computation,
I hypothesize;
I strategize.
All the data I analyze
analyze
analyze.
I synthesize the truth of this
have I confirmed my hypothesis?
If not, then I begin again
Being careful of instability,
endeavour to control variabilities
Recognition of the definition
controlling the conditions
again I must hypothesize
strategize, and analyze.
Circles spin, cycle again, once more begin!
The method of the scientists
consists always of the hypothesis,
that’s altered, trimmed, and twisted,
Endless scientific fight to determine
which truths are right!
poem- string
I’m stringing together words
connecting us like beads
winding threads
capturing beauty that flashes in the light
I’m stringing us tightly together
knotting now so we can
recreate this moment
when we fear we are unravelling.
poem- shaving June 24, 2015
The clippers heat up quickly
So I shave the dog one body part at a time:
one leg,
two legs,
three legs,
four legs,
one foot,
two feet,
three feet,
four feet,
back,
belly,
tail,
face.
Hot dog ready for summer relief.
It takes longer than a girl
getting ready for a hot date.
Shawn L. Bird 