Shawn L. Bird

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poem- looking April 3, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:19 pm
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Year after year

smiling faces under glass.

So many smiles only a whisper of memory:

oh yes. I remember that one

and that one

and that.

But so many others

slipped out of mind,

phantoms who haunted our rooms.

Are they still hovering ghosts

watching life happening around them

or are they finally

corporeal?

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poem-falling November 21, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:52 pm
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Snow is falling by the window:

down,

slanted,

sideways,

sparsely,

heavily,

quickly,

slowly.

Everything is possible;

you don’t need to know.

Just rest at the window,

watch the snow.

 

 

poem-this moment November 6, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:27 pm
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This is not a test.

One chance.

One.

It all counts.

This is it.

Go.

 

poem-choosing March 31, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:28 pm
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Will I choose you?

Or you?

Or will I choose at all?

Am I ready for this work

of nurturing potential?

My world is wound tightly

with possibility,

fighting emotionality with

rationality.

 

anecdote-overheard in the classroom October 15, 2014

Filed under: anecdotes,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:05 am
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“I know this guy

who chopped off all his fingers in a blender.”

What?  Was he intoxicated? drunk? high?

“Nope.”

You’re kidding.  Why would he do that?

“Well, you know, he wanted to prove he could touch

the middle of the chopping part without getting hurt.”

But he couldn’t, apparently.

Shrug.  “I guess not.”

Huh.

“Yeah. People from Calgary are stupid.”

.

.

.

Sometimes, I am very afraid for the youth of today.

 

 

help your choices August 19, 2011

Filed under: Pondering,Reading — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:01 am
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In the book, The Help, by Kathryn Stockett,  Skeeter is confronted by her maid, Constantine who tells her,

“Ever morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision…. You gone have to ask yourself, Am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?”  (Kathryn Stockett, p. 73)

Skeeter is floored by this revelation.  She says,

“All my life I’d been told what to believe about politics, coloreds, being a a girl.  But with Constantine’s thumb pressed in my hand, I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.” (Ibid. p. 74)

This is a powerful message, isn’t it?  You choose the values, morals and beliefs that guide your life.  Your parents may teach you theirs, but in the end, you have the right, perhaps really the obligation, to choose your own.

 

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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