Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- Tech Lament February 11, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:22 pm
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Once more our tech is down;

Our secretary wears a frown.

Without access to the school network

Her computer has a little quirk:

It’s become a desk decoration

So she delivers colourful oration

On the difference it has made

To get these awesome tech upgrades.

We can not print. We can not copy.

We miss the days when disks were floppy!

We can not file. We can not type.

Improvements? Man, that’s all just hype.

They haven’t improved our telephone

It still works ‘cause they left it alone.

While twiddling our thumbs at least we’re paid

To celebrate these tech upgrades.

 

This year has been remarkably frustrating for us.  Our school district has ‘upgraded’ its technology so everything runs through a network- all our DVD players, copiers, printers, projectors, and computers.  This would be fantastic if the network was stable, but it’s not.  At least half a day each week, and often two or three days, the network is down and we can’t do *anything.*  Students can’t access their work.  No one can research.  We can’t access our presentations.  We can’t show a movie.  Our photocopiers run through the network, so we can’t even copy a paper if we have it in our hand.  We are BEYOND frustrated with these ‘improvements’ and wish they’d just left us alone.  Last year, every thing worked!  We have a innovative school doing amazing things, except when the network shuts us down.  >>>sigh<<<

 

poem-dream warrior February 10, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:28 am
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You were fighting

a wooly mammoth

with a light saber.

plainly losing the battle.

Your cries drew me to consciousness,

so I saved you

with a waking shake.

Never let it be said,

I haven’t got your back.

 

poem-longing February 9, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:34 pm
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Every minute that I wait for you

I will be longing for your arms

for the solace of your comfort

for the tenderness of your lips

While I am driving home

I will be wishing to have arrived.

You may not believe it’s true

but I always long to be with you.

 

 

poem-visiting February 8, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:37 am
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Dad came for a visit

and we discussed laundry soap

in my dream.

He didn’t ask about Mom,

and I didn’t tell him.

 

poem-crystal February 7, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:00 am

The sky is dusty

crystalline mist

glistening air.

This is not

a sign of spring.

 

 

 

poem-princess? February 6, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:43 pm
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She says she’s not waiting for a handsome prince

and laughs like she’s joking.

But she had a handsome prince

and she she treated him like a frog,

so if one was to come along now,

I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t even recognize him.

 

poem-appealing

Filed under: fun,OUTLANDERishness,Poetry,Quotations — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:21 pm
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“a man in a kilt will always be more appealing than anyone in lederhosen.”

~Diana Gabaldon

 

The appeal is likely the easier peeling?

 

poem-flocked absence February 5, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:42 am
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The world is flocked white

and I stretch my toes searching for your lingering warmth.

Absent.

It’s slow on the road today,

highway’s slick and I wish I could take a sick day.

Absent.

The world is flocked white

like it’s powdered me on the trees; I’m empty.

Absent.

The world is flocked white

I want to abrogate responsibility and hibernate.

Absent.

 

 

poem-dotty February 4, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:31 am
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Star speckled sky,

orbs orbiting,

motes in the sun beams,

circles circling,

dots on the shoes.

The most beautiful things in the world are round,

so I will celebrate my celestial shape.

 

poem-overwhelmed February 3, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:42 am
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Stacks of articles, demanding my brain

focus and think logically.

Assignment instructions I just want to avoid.

My students drive me crazy when they show this sentiment.

But then, I’ll actually get the work done

(on time)

despite the procrastination,

which they frequently do not.

So many papers.  So tired from report cards and marking stacks of late assignments and prepping for a new semester and February.

So.

Tired.

But the end is in sight.

I can’t give up now.