Her eyes twinkling with fervour
I introduced the devotee to the star of the evening.
Without preamble she leapt into analysis
of the opus, confusing words, likely erroneous.
The star gave me a glance with eyebrow raised
and I offered a half smile and shrug,
as graciously she said
“Oh, yes?” and turned to her next supplicant;
dismissing the devotee withdrawing
on her delighted sighs.
The boat bumps
against the wharf
and the tourist boy
grins and offers his hand
inviting the hometown girl
to enjoy novelty
as old as time.
This post came up when I asked for a random post. It made me chuckle, so I thought I’d share it with you, being as there are some ten thousand more of you reading my posts now, than did back when I first posted it! 🙂 Enjoy!
I have just had a shocking epiphany. Once upon a time when I was in elementary school, I had a wild crush on a scrawny, goofy nerd. When I looked back at this memory while I was writing Grace Awakening, I had a sense of moral superiority over my affection for the kid. He had his talents, sure, and a sense of humour to boot, but he wasn’t building his biceps in the gym after school and he wasn’t going to be signed in any model search. In fact, I built the first meeting of Ben and Grace on the foundations of this premise: that her first sight of him has no impact because he’s “just another band dweeb to pass in the halls,” until he starts playing his music and she loses herself in the unexplicable connection as their destinies entwined. It was important that there was no attraction before…
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I have lost her words
The narrative spun away
across the void of time.
I no longer hear her voice
echoing through my mind.
But here
a grocery list
a flash of history
Though mostly she is lost
to time and left
a mystery.
you
me
. sauntering
strolling .
. meandering
traipsing .
. ambling
lumbering .
. lurching
staggering .
. tottering
striding .
. marching
lunging .
we
embrace
.
.
.
I hope this works on your monitor. The 2 perspectives should come evenly from either side to meet at “we / embrace”
When his gaze
met hers
across the room,
what
he meant to say
with his wink
was, ‘You entrance me’
‘I want to know you.’
‘I will fill your life with joy.’
But when she looked
again,
tears poured down his cheeks,
while he blinked feverishly,
so she looked away,
toward another sultry smile.
When his gaze
met hers
across the room,
he had much to convey
with his winking eye
but all his dreams
were destroyed
by a lens-bound fly.
Today,
I’m picketing injustice
with my son’s guitar.
Time to learn
how to play.
A rainy picket day
may as well bring new skills,
since there’s no other pay.
One tumour
one bed
two hands clasped
four walls
five chairs
eleven shallow breaths a minute
twenty-four syringes of pain meds
counting down now
four days since you ate
five days since you spoke
how many hours
of life?
.
.
.
Good bye Auntie Linda
who passed away at 10 p.m. June 26, 2014
apparently moments before I wrote this poem.
I’d been with her at 9 p.m.
.
Shawn L. Bird 
political statement- BC teachers’ strike June 26, 2014
Tags: BCTF, strike, teachers
This is why teachers in BC are on strike.
I find most people in our community understand that we’re out for a reason and they are *very* supportive: bringing us food, coffee, waving, honking, etc.
Occasionally people shout “Get back to work, you lazy SOBS!” (Not many- about one or two a day) We are sorry the education system was able to teach these people neither how important it is to research an issue before you articulate an opinion, nor how important it is for people to stand up for themselves against illegal actions from their government. We’ll stand up for the kids of even those uninformed people.
For details, here is a very entertaining and accurate presentation about why every working person in BC needs to be alarmed about this government, why teachers voted in such numbers to walk. If they can do this to the teachers, they can do it to you.
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I am the BCTF.
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