Shawn L. Bird

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found poem- Tribute to Pete Seeger January 29, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:17 am
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This is a found poem, using lines from a variety of Pete Seeger songs, in tribute to a troubador whose tunes were fuel to action:

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I hear the music ringing

There is a season

Where have all the flowers gone

They all look just the same

How can I keep from singing?

A time for peace

And kind understanding

A time for every purpose under Heaven

God bless the grass that grows through the crack

‘Cause that’s what life’s all about

Treat them with patience

How can I keep from singing?

my world is there

A time for love

Long time passing

When I say always I mean forever

I promise you I’ll never say good-bye

learn to laugh

My life flows on in endless song

How can I keep from singing?

 

poem- I am sky January 28, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:31 am
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I

am sky

You

are an

ocean view

We are

a forest

of trees.

Sigh

blue

sea.

I.

You

We.

 

poem- asking January 27, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:28 pm
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She was young,

but she had a dream

to cut herself free

from the stigma of family

substance abuse,

poverty, and

hopelessness,

if only someone would give her scissors

and show her how to use them.

A teacher said,

“You can do it!”

So she applied for a training course,

wondering how she’d pay for the tool kit

or pay for the rent to live in another town.

“We’ll write letters!” said the teacher.

“It’ll work out!”

Community groups responded to her letters

and her impressive resume of volunteer activities

with cheques in hand. 

“You’ve helped this community.

We want to help you achieve this dream.”

The billet said, “Would you work off

your room and board in chores?”

And suddenly the impossible

was happening.

Shining new scissors sliced her past away

and cut open hope

for her future.

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True story.  Apprenticeship programs offer kids real skills and credits for professional training and high school credit.  Some times there are barriers for kids to take advantage of the opportunity, but where there is a will, there is a way.  The school is there to help kids achieve their dreams, after all.  Thanks to the service clubs who make a difference, quietly meeting needs in their communities: Lions,  Rotary, Royal Canadian Legion, Elks, Kinsmen, Oddfellows, and the like.  Today is a particularly good day in my world.

 

poem- his January 26, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:34 pm
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He spotted her across the room

and through his eyes flitted a spark

of wanting deep and dark

She would be his.

A casual wave of friendly hand

an introduction

her eyes glistened with laughter

that dug through skin, muscle, bone

and buried itself in throbbing organs

where it grew

a warm spot.

She would be his.

He greeted her with smiles

and invitations

ready to oblige her every need

grew desperate at her

encompassing joy

that welcomed all

He glared in despair at others,

and wanted her all the more.

Long walks, mittened hands held tightly

on snowy walks.

He glued her to himself

with his tears and kisses

and they walked into

the mysterious future,

where she was

his.

 

 

poem- secrets

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:34 am
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I knew

though I waited for the words

and hoped through the years

that I was wrong

I knew

though I waited for the time

when you felt safe to tell me

or came to terms yourself.

I knew

though  I waited silently

and didn’t tell a soul

I knew.

 

poem- never January 24, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:25 pm
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I never wrote you a poem.

Your laughter was a song;

I rose upon its melody.

I gave other boys the words,

while you received my joy.

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In memory of Lloyd.

 

poem- sleep is a light house January 23, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:55 pm
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You call to me

like a fog horn,

insistent,

overwhelming,

but your light house beacon is dark

and I toss on stormy seas

unable to find your sanctuary.

 

quote- Diana Gabaldon’s advice to aspiring writers January 22, 2014

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On Twitter yesterday, a young fan asked Diana if she had any advice for aspiring writers who felt completely inadequate.  This was Diana’s response.  I plan to frame it and post it all over my class room.  You don’t get better at ANYTHING unless you practise.   Dedication will pay off in the long run, as long as you work at it, and endeavour to keep improving.  Diana was brilliantly concise.  (Being a ballerina drop out, I can vouch for the accuracy, too!  I never got on my toes.) 😉

 

poem- lost January 21, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:32 am
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I lost a poem today

It came to me, a shy friend

and whispered in my ear

such beautiful words.

I savoured them

and rolled them on my tongue

but before I could make a

penned permanence

of friendship

it flitted away,

leaving loss

and longing

in its place.

 

poem- winter creek January 20, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:06 am
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Winter creek

whispering secrets

slipping beneath snow banks

sibilant susuration promises

“spring, spring, spring.”