Shawn L. Bird

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poem-warrior weary September 16, 2014

Filed under: Poetry,Teaching — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:54 pm
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(I was just called a “Warrior Teacher Knitting Goddess”
I think that might be my favourite compliment ever).
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I am weary
Warring with words
is exhausting work
Protect democracy
Fight one battle at a time
under emotional
and financial strain
Ready to go the distance,
and now they announce
a truce, a treaty, an agreement.
The evil despot smiles
and claims a mutual victory
With narrowed eyes
I doubt.
I have seen lies
pour like water from those lips
and I will never trust that truth
comes from her tongue.
The generals say
it is over, if we weary warriors
say it is over.
I am setting down my
metaphorical sword
cautiously
with looks over my shoulder
ready to pick up the picket
and battle again
if the conditions of surrender
prove unpalatable.
Democracy is worth
personal devastation,
but it is exhausting work
being a warrior.
 

picket knit #Outlander infinity scarves!

DSCN1259I have been knitting on the picket line, and have listed five scarves for sale on eBay.  They’re various lengths, widths, and colours, all based on the scarf Claire wears outdoors in episode 103 “The Gathering” of the Outlander TV series.  They each start at an auction price of $29.99, or a Buy-It-Now at $40.

As an added bonus, you can see me modelling the scarves in my belly dancing wig! 🙂  You know you want to see what I look like without white, fuchsia and blue hair, right? <g>

Here is the link to the scarves on my eBay seller’s page

So that ^ link has expired, but I still have some scarves for sale, so if you’re interested in one, drop me a line via either the ABOUT or CONTACT pages and I’ll get back to you.  Eventually I’ll try to upload photos to this page.

For you crafty types who end up on this page because you want to make one, most of mine were knit in garter stitch over 15-25 stitches (depending on whether you want a cowl that doesn’t wrap, or a scarf that does) using 25 mm needles.  To get Claire’s look above pick a chunky yarn of your choice, plus a coordinating worsted weight, use both together to cast on 15-18 (as you like), knit away until you run out of yarn (a meter to 1.5 meters), then whipstitch the ends together.  You can add a twist if you like for a mobius strip, which does lie nicely on the shoulders, I must say.

Very easy! The costuming department was in a real hurry when they commissioned all these scarves, and I’m not sure I’ve seen one on the show that couldn’t have been knit in a day. I chose fancy chunky yarns- nice German boucles or variegated types to go with a solid worsted.  You might prefer all solids like Claire has on.

 

poem-tynchal (an #Outlander poem)

“Score one for the pig,” she said,

but a hunter limping, partially gored

not prudent from the perspective

of a boar.

A roar marks the victory:

Geordie’s blood stains the earth

entrails pour onto leaves

at what is the more satisfying score

for the boar.

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An Outlander poem, based on TV show ep 104 “The Gathering”

 

poem- out in the rain September 15, 2014

Usually

I have patience to tolerate

your negative energy.

I can listen to your whining

self-indulgence

without comment.

I can ignore your

ignorance, and gently

try to inform you.

But right now,

my world is a storm

of negativity, raining from

despots, thieves, and liars

who have too much power over my life.

I am holding up a very small umbrella

to hold off the stress.

If you blow that negative air at me,

you will turn my umbrella inside out

and so you’ll excuse me

if I leave you

standing in the rain

by yourself.

 

 

poem- stitches

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:43 am
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Yarn

strung along

twisting, wrapped,

dropped, turned,

knit, purl

Entanglement

is what brings

comfort.

 

Poem- oh September 14, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:02 am
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My gaze settles

on a dimpled grin

eyes laughing

amid the  crowded din

Your eyes find mine

grow hooded,

and your smile

stretches languidly.

The din disappears

as we spin a web

between us.

Who is spider?

Who is fly?

 

poem- fewer September 13, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:25 pm
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There could be no fewer steps

than those he trodded toward you

straight limbed and unencumbered

directly into destiny.

There could be no fewer steps

than those away from dreams

point-less apparitions

of troubled consciousness

directly into destiny.

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(I don’t know what it means.  If you have an idea, feel free to share!)

 

poem- steps

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:23 am
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One more day

One more step

You can’t finish

without beginning.

 

You don’t get to say NO! September 12, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:44 am

Well said.
Personally, I think that BC having the lowest corporate tax rate and high child poverty is absolutely shameful. If any members of this government are able to sleep at night, they’re the lowest mite on fleas on dead dogs.

Lizanne Foster's avatarMoving Paradigms

children go to school

I’m sorry but you don’t get to say no. You don’t get to hold 500 000 children hostage without consequences. You don’t get to ignore the law. You don’t get to spend millions of dollars of public funds on the spewing of lies and distortions and misinformation without being called to account.

Does the echo chamber you live in prevent you from hearing the sounds of the widespread dissent to your actions?  How much longer do you plan to ignore the voices of hundreds of thousands of people who provide the money that pays your salary?

You are public servant.

You are supposed to serve the people.  You are especially supposed to act on behalf the most vulnerable people in society, our children.

What have you done for children lately?

You have done nothing about childhood poverty. You have denied parents help with daycare. You have instead chosen to spend…

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poem-crash

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:06 am
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Toe catches

Body crashes

Chair slides

Glass rattles

Hands smack

Knees crunch

Pain punches

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Ouch.  I’m going to feel this tomorrow!