Shawn L. Bird

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poem- swimming against the current August 2, 2013

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I dive into a dream

through sloughs of doubtful inheritance

with sure strokes I slice the pool

of the possibility.

Doubts ride the boat beside me

but I swim in imagination

toward the shore of a tomorrow

where anything

can be

 

poem- it couldn’t be August 1, 2013

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No

Why imagine that?

You can’t do that!

That’s not for the likes of you.

No

That’s all they ever said.

I had to stay in this rut

and be what they had settled for

But

my wishes had wings

My dreams dredged deeper

and where I am

is a place of possibility

too great for them to see

Michaelangelo could look

into a rock and see the face of angels

like me

 

Poem- Dear Sam Heughan July 31, 2013

As previously posted, Sam Heughan has been cast to play the character of Jamie Fraser in Ron Moore’s TV series Outlander based on the book series by Diana Gabaldon.  Here is a bit of friendly advice for him.

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Dear Sam

I am

afraid that the Jamie-philes

will compile more

scary photo-shopped dreams.

It seems that in face of

the depraved 

you are as brave

as your homeland.

So lad,

be glad

of this career boost

But go canny, aye?

They’ll grab that manly thigh

and try to catch your eye,

tear kilt askew

aim for the dagger hilt of you,

and hurdle for the spurtle, too!

Are you up for the ride?

For jokes aside,

Jamie is seriously adored,

these books explored

they touch a chord

with inflamed hordes of fans.

They’ll give you fame

but give them James

Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser

Give them frenzied pleasure.

Be the man the fans adore

and they’ll be yours forever more,

those fanatical fannying fans galore.

Thanks Sam.

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Sincerely,

Fan.

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A little advice for actor Sam Heughan as the devoted fans of Outlander take over his life (and his Twitter feed)

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August 1. 2013 Note:

This poem was the subject of much hilarity and edification on the Twitter feed when it was posted at about 2 a.m. July 31st.  The line following, “Go canny, aye” was originally about a fan reaching for ‘fanny and thigh.’  Diana Gabaldon tweeted almost immediately to let me know that fanny didn’t mean the same thing in UK as it does in North America, specifically that ‘men don’t have one.’ Then the Scots started posting about their amusement of American usage of the term i.e. falling on your fanny is difficult.  I was sent photos of the beverage called Fanny, which confused me a great deal, because if fanny means vagina, why would you name a carbonated beverage that? (answer: “Scots humour”).  Diana also added that there is the term “fannying around” and that was explained to me by various eager tutors as meaning being silly or goofing off (rather than whoring, which might be the more logical assumption).  So obviously I had to alter a few lines of the poem.  Forgetting that the key was rhyming ‘canny, aye?’ (likely due to the posting of Diana’s infamous Jamie butt pumpkin that evening as well) most tried to think of euphemisms for bum.  This was not helpful at all, but was highly entertaining.  With a few keystrokes, the fanny and thighs became ‘manly thighs’ and the ‘fannying fans’ were added to reflect my new knowledge.   By about 5 a.m. Heulighans from the American Eastern seaboard were waking up, and the responses to the Twitter conversation and the poem went wild.   I update this to honour a wonderful night of giggling over the keyboard with Diana and my fellow fans of her work around the globe.

This post received a remarkable number of visitors- over 450 in the day with many, many lovely comments left for me on Twitter and Facebook.  I thank you all.  I consider myself thoroughly educated and well entertained as well.

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If that wasn’t enough awesomeness,

Diana dedicated her August 5th Daily Lines to ME!

(see Shawn swooning in astonishment)   Read those hashtags:

 #ThisOnesForShawnLBird  

#poetess 

 That’s pretty fantastic support for anyone, don’t you think?  She saw some craziness happening, and this was her response.  I am so glad to know her, to have her support, and to learn how to handle social media hysteria by following her example. “The words get into their heads and drive them mad.”  Yup.  Glad I have friends in high places!  With Diana on my side, I feel almost invincible.

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And now this poem is the subject of my very first poem video!  Click to see and hear it! 🙂

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poem- you July 29, 2013

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You are illuminated cranberry glass

the glow of a molten sunset

the iridescence of hummingbird wings

You are the dance of kite strings

the song of a mockingbird

the quintessence of possibility

You are all I long to be

the dreams of a millennium

the hope of eternity

You are innocence in a cradle

the wisdom of the elders

the infinity of the finite.

You are bubbles of laughter

the effervescence of everything

the reason.

 

 

in spite of themselves

Filed under: Commentary,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:24 am

What’s your experience with the sourness of adolescence?

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Yesterday I touched on a common thing with 13-14 year olds, that they have to challenge the adults and complain.  It’s nothing personal, it’s just their way of asserting their autonomy, even if it hurts them more than anyone else.

We have an old family video that illustrates this well.  I’m a baby, so my brother is about 14.  The family is off to Vancouver Island to  spend time at my dad’s company cabin on Long Beach, in what is now Pacific Rim National Park.   While the rest of the family sits out in the wind enjoying the ferry ride, bro is sitting inside with a comic book, ignoring everyone else.   When the camera comes near him, he scowls.  Later, I’m toddling along the shore, my sister is playing with a dingy in the waves with a friend, and again, bro is reading a comic and scowling.  After…

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haiku- hot dog July 28, 2013

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Overheating dog

stretching out on the cool–floor’s

better than a swim.

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It’s better because I have poodles, and drying after the swim is beyond onerous!  Despite the breed being named for their task of bird-dogging into puddles, I prefer mine to stay dry, and they seem of the same mind!

 

poem-deep July 27, 2013

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I love you high

I love you low

I love you near

I love you far

I love you shallow

I love you deep

I love you awake

I love you asleep

I love you now

I love you then

I love you forever

and ever

Amen.

 

poem-bravery July 26, 2013

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The bravest thing you ever did

was open the door of your dark room

and invite in the light.

The bravest thing you ever did

was to believe someone could

hold you in the night.

The bravest thing you ever did

was embrace the possibility

that something might

The bravest thing you ever did

was to look through your window

and claim the sight

The bravest thing you ever did

was to climb through the window

into the light.

 

poem- when I loved you

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:26 am
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When I loved you

I gathered hope

into a basket.

I saved your smile,

your voice

your messages,

your kiss,

your letters,

your music,

all wrapped in

mingled memories.

I saved you,

an artefact of artifice.

On rainy days

you tumbled onto

the table of

my mind,

a shining

collection of what

was never real,

a perfect impression

of impossibility,

from a basket

of wasted dreams.

 

haiku-water park July 24, 2013

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At the water park

Small children dance and shake like

robins in puddles