Shawn L. Bird

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poem- consequences November 2, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:00 pm
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The cries that ensue

when actions take their logical consequences!




We’re on Earth, you know..

Oh, you might not want to feel the impact of gravity

but if you jump, you will fall.

Suck it up, buttercup.

You did the crime, you get the time.

Rant all you like,

but effect always comes after cause.

It really shouldn’t be such a surprise.



poem-foggy August 4, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:54 pm
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I have been walking in a fog

My mind blurred at the edges,

thoughts soft as cirrocumulus

passing above on a summer day.

Nothing feels important enough

to rise from the stupor.  My pilot light,

that creative spark is not burning

strongly enough to penetrate the haze.

Summer’s changing shape

has consequences.


plop-ripple-ripple-ripple August 2, 2011

Filed under: Commentary — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:58 am
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Today I’m thinking about the small “what if” moments that change our world.  A small decision can alter the universe, because it has a ripple effect.

For example, about 2 years ago I was reading a blog written by my  nephew in Alberta.  I had the rambling thought, ‘he reminds me of Violet.’  Violet was one of my students a couple years before.  Over the next few weeks I was reading Violet’s writings, and his writings, and the thought just kept getting stronger.  Those who follow the ‘mind your own business’ school of thought, would have just left it there.

Eventually, I gave up fighting it.  I made a small decision.

I asked each of them if they’d like an introduction.   At the least, they’d enjoy each other’s literary and philosophical observations.   They agreed.  One September day they were introduced via Facebook.   He lived about 700 km away from her, but they wrote frequently.  They did enjoy each other’s literary and philosophical  ramblings.  A lot.

In October he came to meet her.  He had a dozen red roses in hand.

In November she went to meet his friends and family.

In December he came to meet her family and experience a completely different Christmas than he was used to.

and so the ripples spread…

In the spring came an engagement, and last October there came a wedding.

Today, I am meeting a very tiny person.  A sweet, baby girl is a lovely ripple in our world.

Kind of awe inspiring, isn’t it?


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