Shawn L. Bird

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Monday Meme-Vancouver Lights November 25, 2013

Filed under: Monday Meme,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:13 am
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After a few weeks of hiatus, the Monday Meme is back!

This week I had the unexpected pleasure of an upgrade to a penthouse suite at the Four Seasons Hotel in Vancouver.  It was stunning.  I thorough enjoyed stretching out in front of the huge picture window, and admiring the glorious view as I worked away on my writing projects.  The poem that this view inspired in me can be read in the link above. How about you?  How does this view inspire you?

Your assignment:

1. create a poem, story, or article based on this photo.

2. Post it on your blog.

3. Cut and paste the photo onto your post (leaving the Monday Meme text).

4. Put a link to your post in the comments to this post below so we can visit your blog.

I’m looking forward to seeing what you come up with!  (I will leave a comment on your blog post itself, rather than posting in response to your link here).

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video- wonderful start to Christmas November 24, 2013

Filed under: fun,video — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:26 pm
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This is absolutely delightful.  Florence Baptist Temple in Burlington, Kentucky, USA sure put on a great show for their Singing Christmas Tree! These young men are quite awesome.  In honour of the beginning of the Christmas season: Enjoy!

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poem-thanks November 23, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:41 pm
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I thanked the cleaner

in the hotel wash room

for her good work, and the pride

the staff showed in keeping a wonderful

establishment pristine.

As I left the room

a lady following me said,

“That was very kind of you,

cleaners don’t hear that often enough.”

But she did not

say thank you

herself.

 

poem- home November 22, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:11 pm
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In your arms again,

I am home

 

poem- city lights

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:01 am
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Every light

moving on the streets

blinking in the buildings

Every light

a life

story.

 

poem- sunset November 21, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:56 am
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The sun departs

leaving snowy hills

blushing

 

poem- danger November 20, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:50 pm
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Stepping across the street

you are in danger.

Driving to the grocery store

is more dangerous than

flying across the country.

Why then,

does leaving the bonds of earth

and taking to sky or sea

seem like braving great

danger?

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I’m not afraid of flying, but I still hold my breath during those take off and landings!  Off to another conference.  This will be my 5th one this calendar year!  I am learning about career education in BC.

 

poem- fiery eyes November 19, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:41 pm
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Mist drifts on snowy mountains,

slash piles burning:

molten eyes in a ghostly face

glowing above us

 

poem- MOBY dreams (chapter titles found poem) November 18, 2013

Diana Gabaldon just released the next set of chapter titles (68-81) for her next novel, “My Own Heart’s Blood.”  They looked like they were asking to be a poem, so now they are.  I have taken the liberty of re-ordering them for my own purposes.  She assures readers there are no spoilers, but I make no such promises. (ha!)  I usually use phrases exactly as found, but in this case, the bold words are the titles, and anything not bolded is added for sense or transition (or my own entertainment).

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The Cider Orchard
High Noon

A Single Louse

In the Wrong Place at the Wrong Time

ponders the

Peculiar Behavior of a Tent, full of

Morasses and Imbroglios,

a Folie à Trois,

The Dangers of Surrendering to passion are,

The Sort of Thing That Will Make a Man Sweat and Tremble,

(and a louse, too) when it must

Go Out in Darkness.

 Consider,

The Price of Burnt Sienna:

is a Sparrow-Fart
Among the Tombstones

Pater Noster

Holy louse,

wrong place, wrong time, indeed.

 

poem- heart on the wind November 17, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:37 pm
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A leaf on the drive way

A large golden heart

No trees nearby match its shape

It is a

a love letter

from the wind.