Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- acceptance May 30, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:37 pm
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Sometimes

there is no why

there simply is.

Your body

came into the world

like this.

The cancer in your family line.

The inclination to heart disease.

That birth defect.

Desperate fear

brings joy to snake oil salesmen

who’ll tell you whatever you need to hear.

Fake healers with degrees from schools of blarney.

Double blind research shows it’s no different that a placebo.

You don’t need an expensive sugar pill;

Just accept the hope

without the hype.

Believe you will get better,

and your body will believe you,

without sharing fake cures that might kill you,

without wasted dollars in fake cures flushed

away, and if your body doesn’t accept cure,

live today.

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Invocation- calm September 20, 2016

Filed under: Poetry,Rotary,Rotary invocations — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:20 am
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In times of fear and panic,

Let us be a force of calm.

Let those who are trembling,

find us safe to lean upon.

May we be the voice of reason.

May we comfort the oppressed.

May we show our compassion

to those who’re most distressed.

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Free for use in Rotary Clubs.  Please credit Shawn Bird of Shuswap Rotary (5060 BC Canada) when you use it, and leave a note in the comments below so folks know where it’s been used.  Thanks.

 

poem-light June 9, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:53 am
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It is dark here.

We have dug a den,

a hole to hide in.

Safe, secure, one entrance to guard

with snarling, snapping lunges.

Beyond the border we guard,

light illuminates.

We squint at silhouettes,

afraid of what lies behind.

The dark we know,

but light lures.

 

poem-fear June 1, 2016

Filed under: Poetry,Teaching — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:34 am
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That explains everything, doesn’t it?

You’re afraid.

You’re so afraid of someone’s opinions

that you won’t risk anything.

You’re afraid you’re not perfect,

that you’ll make a mistake,

that someone will laugh at you.

All of this failure to complete your work

to present to the class,

to hand in an assignment

is all because you’re so concerned about image

you’ve turned yourself into a failure.

THAT was the image you wanted for yourself?

Really?

Life is a series of risks, of mistakes, of rough drafts,

of trying, and failing, and working and succeeding.

Are you so critical of others that you think everyone

is that critical of you?

In this time of social media,

confidence is your power.

My dog was happy and friendly.  After he was attacked, he became fear aggressive.

He growled when other dogs came near, lunging at them.

He built a wall.  He’d learned he had to defend himself.

It took a trainer with care and many friendly dogs to teach him to feel safe again.

I wonder what it will take,

for all of you?

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Interesting conversation before my class today as we discussed students who refuse to present to the class.   A new teacher was asking what to do about this situation.  My student over-heard the conversation and said that  if there’s someone who doesn’t like you in the class, they’ll be judgmental. She said No one wants to be judged.  So- It doesn’t matter it’s a life skill.  It doesn’t matter that not being liked by the odd person is normal.  I was told, “We’re afraid”  and that was the end of it.  It is unfair of teachers to expect them to try things that are difficult because they learn and grow that way, and they just want to stay as they are.

 

 

poem-moment January 9, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:30 pm
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That was it.

You felt it, hovering,

the possibility of change.

You knew you only had to take a step

and life would never be the same.

You felt the moment filled with possibility

and stepped back urgently,

to familiar

mediocrity.

 

poem- grief June 11, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:27 pm
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You’re right there

but you’re gone.

Imagining the future without you

takes magic out of the world

silences our laughter

slices out our hearts.

You’re right here,

but you’re gone.

Lost to us

at great cost to us

There isn’t enough chocolate* in the world

to assuage this agony, unrelenting.

You’re right here,

but our story is ending.

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My colleagues and I are grieving the loss of a great leader.  We will go on with the new again, of course.  But sometimes, before you pick yourself up, brush yourself off, and pull it together, you need to wallow for a while in the emotions you’re feeling.  Loss is painful.  Change is scary.  We’ll get through it, but accepting the grief is healthy, too.  

*some people may wish to substitute a beverage, shoes, or other favoured ‘pick me up.’

 

poem- change June 9, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:04 pm
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We are flexible and contented

We dance in the halls and laugh in the staff room

We inspire and challenge, stretch and strive.

We welcome opportunity to grow and improve

with new members to our team.

But.

leadership must embrace our joy.  We have a culture of YES.

We ask “how can we…?”  Not “Can we?”

Today, we’re afraid.

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But

we wonder how can we

make this change create even greater opportunities for our kids.

 

 
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