Shawn L. Bird

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poem-present June 24, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:45 am
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This day is wrapped in grey,

tied with a bow.

I know that whatever I say

you must decide whether

to find gloom in the grey,

or bloom in the glow of the bow.



poem-gulf April 1, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:12 pm
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You open up before me

a gulf of possibility

things I never considered

complications I did not foresee.

You open up before me

a black hole of opportunity

devouring expectations

creating alternative realities

of what my future might be.




(“Thanks, Des,” she says

dripping with irony.)


poem- choices August 28, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:55 pm
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When you choose what brings you joy

When you choose who gives you laughter

When you choose what makes you sing

When you choose who really matters

Then each moment and each thing

you do, makes happiness deploy.


poem-today August 11, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:52 am
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Today I will make the choices

that lead to met goals.

Today I will choose

not to procrastinate.

Today I will accept responsibility

and do what must be done.

Today I will be a grown-up.


We’ll see.


poem-like June 1, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:41 pm
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poem-choose strong May 26, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:40 pm
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You can not choose the circumstance

that fights to keep you down,

but you can choose how you respond;

you can choose to be strong.

Whatever trauma shatters you,

Whatever hurts you feel,

The weakness is just temporary;

You have the strength to heal.





A fitting conclusion to yesterday’s poem, today’s piece reflects the message of Robb Nash and his band who played for the high schools of Salmon Arm today. I’m glad to part of Shuswap Rotary which supported Robb’s visit. Read more about Nash’s astonishing life story and inspirational work here:


poem-identity March 15, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:04 pm
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Hovered over the computer

you groan about how you’ve been screwed up

by school schedules that don’t let you take

the courses you need to graduate.

Something from grade nine,

another from grade ten,

a couple from grade eleven,

how can you fit it in twelve?

School’s fault.

Not your fault, of course.

Never your fault

for not coming to class,

for not doing your work,

for not taking advantage of offers to help

for not being respectful of your peers

for not accepting support,

for not passing the courses.

One or two (or three or four)

missed credits each year.

It’s the school’s fault.

Of course, it is.

Everything is hard for you.




You strike the question,

a damning indictment.

I will tell you,

though you won’t hear:

This is why:

Because you don’t see that

you choose.

You choose

to work.

You choose

to fail.

You choose.

Until you choose

to be responsible

for every choice,

to admit you failed because you chose

not to work,

not to accept help,

not to accept the consequences of

your choices,

life will always

seem unfair.

It’s not life that’s unfair.

It’s you who is refusing

to own your reality.

Accept responsibility for yourself.

What are you afraid of?





poem-doing March 11, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:32 pm
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You are amazing.

You are worthy of love.

You are valuable.

You have something to offer.

What are you doing?


poem-picking March 7, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:27 am
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Poems crowd together,

being sorted

like kids in PE class.

Popular kids first

Intelligent kids next

Then intuitive, quirky kids.

But after that?

Many sad poems

that didn’t make the team?




(compiling poetry for collections.)


poem- it may not February 27, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:36 am
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It may not

be what it was,

but it is

what it is

and what

it will be




(This was actually the last sentence in a response I wrote tonight on in a grad school assignment.  I thought it made a rather intriguing little poem, so here it is).


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