Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

poem- lessons October 25, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:21 am
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When my dad went to school

he knew the Brother would beat him.

The ruler would rap down across

his small knuckles

once for every spelling mistake.

He knew he’d always make a mistake.

He knew he’d be beaten.

It didn’t make him study,

it just made him drag his feet

on the way to school,

meant education was painful

meant inadequacy

and brutality

were part of every day.

It didn’t make him speed up

that he’d be whipped

for tardiness

either.

During lessons,

he watched boys fly

across the room

propelled by the fury

of the Christian Brothers

who didn’t understand

much about children,

faith

kindness

or the golden rule.

Dad kept his head down,

nursed sore

knuckles and learned

how not to treat children.

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Happy Birthday to my dad, who celebrates his 99th birthday today!

One more year until the official greeting from the Queen!

PS. Dad attended parochial school in Montreal in the 1920s.

 

poem- bubbles October 24, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:36 pm
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You’re simmering

on a low boil,

bubbles sitting on the

bottom of the pan,

popping to the surface

in occasional bursts

of aggravation.

I don’t know

whether to turn

up the heat,

or turn you off.

 

poem-gifts October 23, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:03 pm
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She held out

her insecurities

cupped in her hands

and asked him

for reassurance,

but he just looked down

his nose at her

silent

.

He had no

kind word

to give,

no kind heart.

.

And so she stood

face upturned in

silent misery

and held tight to

the gift

of isolation.

 

poem- gathering October 22, 2013

Filed under: Poetry,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:31 pm
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She gathers words

Pulls them to her

Guides them along

Embraces them

Squeezes them

Entices them to dance

with her.

They spin together

in a furious

jubilation a 

celebration an

ecstasy of gyration

She lets go

and words fly

spraying her soul

to the edges

of the universe.

 

 

 

poem- leaping

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:38 am
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Little symbols of death

endings

passing of time

gold and scarlet

carcasses

of summer

raked into a pyre

that grows

and grows.

But the voice of death calls

to the child in all

to live with leaping joy

and laughter

mocking loss.

Rolling in the death of summer

welcoming what comes

next.

 

MondayMeme-walk carefully October 21, 2013

Here is a photo meme for you!

“On the edge”

This photo is compliments of Prairie Knutsen from A.Bigger.Picture,Photography.  I have some very talented former students, and this young photographer has delightfully interesting and innovative photos!

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 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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poem- Adrian October 20, 2013

Adrian, muscles rippling

and  glistening from summer sun,

as the girls grip

their nails in their fists, wishing.

Adrian, head emerging from car engine

wringing greasy hands,

and grinning a greeting,

reaching for his shirt,

as the girls glide in, sniffing;

whiffing at pheromones

that hint of moaning, groaning

atonement.

Good girls watching as

Adrian gets ready

for Bible study.

 

poem-Avril?

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:45 am
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Avril!

They shouted your name with a joyous fanfare

as the curtain rose on cue

but you were not there,

the stage was bare.

In a sliced second, he stared

and then the curtain dropped and

he fell into a story

as if he hadn’t called you,

We saw the flurry back stage

as you flew into position,

a tap on his shoulder and he

pointed at the stage and shouted again,

Avril!

In place of empty space you raced into song

tracing along the path without a care

to cheering throngs of youthful fans

who’d earned the fare.

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Sometimes, we shout our expectation

and to our frustration our stage is bare

there under the glare of our desperation.

Turn and tell a story, deflect the unexpected

but when we look back,

it’s simple celebration.

 

poem-Twenty thousand October 19, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:59 pm
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Twenty thousand voices cheer

in celebration of lives changed

in celebration of possibility

in celebration of a future

created by

Twenty thousand young

philanthropists

 

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comment- We Day

I have just returned from my first We Day.

We Day 2013 Vancouver

Waiting to enter Rogers Arena: We Day 2013 Vancouver

If you haven’t heard about this amazing event, it’s put on by Free the Children, a non-profit for kids to help other kids, founded by Craig Kielburger when he was just 12 years old.  The concept is that kids want to help others, and that they can gather together and make a difference in the world.

We Day is basically a HUGE pep rally, rewarding schools/groups for their contribution to the cause.  You can’t buy a ticket.  You school earns the opportunity to attend through its fundraising for Free the Children’s many projects around the globe.  20,000 kids and teachers from across BC attend.  It presents a variety of causes that kids can support, a few musicians kids love, a few amazing speakers, and a few corporate messages from the folks who pay the bills.

Attendees were addressed by Kofi Annan, retired head of the United Nations (who was once mistaken for Morgan Freeman while on holiday at Lake Como), Martin Luther King III who has his father’s gift of oratory, and Hon. Romeo Dallaire retired lieutenant-general, author, and senator.  Very impressive.

Attendees were inspired by speakers like Spencer West, a double amputee who climbed Kilimanjaro on his hands, who speaks about overcoming the impossible, and Molly Burke who went blind in her teens and speaks about bullying.  Very inspiring.

The kids were entertained by the Kenyan Boy’s choir, rap group Down with Webster, the band Hedley, and Avril Lavigne.  (Down with Webster seems like a very negative kind of name for an inspirational band, but I’m old and crotchety).

The kids were presented with a variety of causes they could support: education, building schools, rights of women, child anti-slavery, anti-violence, environment,, clean water, anti-bullying.  Leadership students were challenged to bring these causes to the attention of their student bodies, and make a difference by raising money to support various projects through bake sales, something-a-thons, etc.

The kids were pumped.

Concerns?

This was an event filmed for TV and we could see the tele-prompters and timers from our seats.   I was disgusted with the politicians who presented- the mayor of Vancouver went over time by a minute and our premier, Christy Clark, was over by more than 3 minutes.  She just turned away from those double zeros flashing that she was over time and continued rambling away.  It was clear she hadn’t properly prepared. Considering that none of the major speakers went over, it just shows how disrespectful the politicians are of the audience, the promoters, and the event. Very unprofessional and obnoxious. (The aboriginal blessing went over by a minute, too, but you can’t rush sacred ceremony).

I was a little put off by the corporate nature of it all.  The major sponsors- phone company, bank, newspaper- all spoke, included things in the goodie bags that marketed directly to the kids, through apps, etc.  “Pull out your phone and tweet this!” They were encouraged.  “Download this app right now!”

We really must teach our kids that nothing is free, and if you’re not paying, you’re the product being sold.  There was also a lot of waste generated on very cool gizmos and gift bags.  But everyone likes goodie bags, right?  I kind of liked the seed permeated paper leaf that will become a tree if I plant it in my yard…

One student who’d been to the event in the past and had chosen not to attend this time, told me that he wasn’t going this year, because he’d felt like he was inside one of those info-mercials about the starving kids.  He said he wanted to talk to me when I got back to see what I thought.  I think he has a point.

DSCN0782It was a slick, high tech production.  Hearing loss from those not wearing ear plugs was likely.  I couldn’t make out the words of any of the musicians.  But…

Did it motivate kids?  Definitely.

Are they making changes that will bring about good in the world?  Well, hopefully they’ll remember  that their daily decisions make an impact and choose to be kinder to each other and their environment.

They’re kids.  They’re narcissistic and altruistic in the same hand.  It’s hard from them to go from Me to We.

Exposure to the message that they are the future, and that they can seize opportunities to improve their world can’t hurt.

Can it?