Shawn L. Bird

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poem- Misty’s shoes June 3, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:11 pm
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Misty’s shoes

attended graduation,

tramping up and down the stairs,

standing at the podium as

name after name was read

each biography

each list of scholarships.

Dancing  for young people,

leaping off into the unknown.

Misty’s shoes were there,

celebrating a roomful of potential

that Misty will never know.

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A few years ago on eBay I purchased a pair of stunning black and white spectator pumps (Listen Up Harlow by John Fluevog).  While corresponding with the seller, I was told that they were her deceased sister’s shoes.  Misty had passed away from cystic fibrosis.  I was touched by the story, and wrote a character named after her into the novel I was writing at the time.  Misty loved shoes and dancing and her passions fueled her story line in Grace Awakening Myth.   (GA Myth is still in editing and revisions. Not sure that sub-plot will make the cut, actually).  Thinking about Misty while wearing her shoes at my school’s grad this week, I remembered young people I knew who passed away far too young.

 

poem-passing through June 1, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:32 pm
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It’s passing through time

moving on time

gotta go time.

It’s we’re through here

all done here

wrapping up here.

It’s wear the gown time;

cross the stage time;

toss the cap time;

No more waiting!

Celebrating

Graduating.

 

 

 

poem-stop November 25, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:48 am
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This is a stop.

But only a brief one.

Long journeys

Pre-school.

Kindergarten.

Elementary school.

Secondary school.

One bachelor’s degree.

Two bachelor’s degrees.

And finally school feels finished.

So we will celebrate as you don the cap and gown,

walk across a stage,

accept the diploma.

We’ll snap the photos and be glad

This is a stop in the educational journey

But soon it will be your own class room,

filled with your students,

and soon you’ll realize,

your education is just beginning.

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poem- valley June 8, 2015

We’re nestled here between the hills

protected from the harsh winds

warm and basking by the lake.

But you are bored,

you’re ready to escape,

to see what lies beyond the valley

and so we wave farewell

knowing after adventure,

home calls the blood.

 

Carnival of Life June 5, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:42 pm
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Our graduating students chose the theme of CARNIVAL! for their Graduation ceremony today.  I wrote a poem for the teacher they asked to be the special speaker.  Here it is:

ERS GRAD 2015 POEM

A carnival is quite a bore if you are there alone

And surely melancholy could seep into your bones

But in the night, with all your friends

A carnival’s great fun, the spinning lights will mesmerize

The laughter never ends.

Cherish time together 

at this your graduation

Your memories and histories are worth the celebration.

You may live far apart as you journey through your lives

But always choose what’s positive

and you will choose to thrive.

For life can be a carnival, it’s fun and fearful, too

Remember Eagle River,

as we’ll fondly think of you.

 

Grad dad June 26, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:51 am
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Oh, loser dad,

squealing the tires of your

red convertible in

front of all the grads.

I’m sorry

you peaked in high school.

The revving of your engine

declares you

as a fool.

Faces turn, loser dad,

with pity on your son,

the grad.

May he go on to be

much better

than the man

he sees.

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Ok, ok.  I know this one is harsh.  But seriously.  2-300 people in the courtyard, little kids moving through the parking lot, and this idiot is smoking his tires as he parks his car.  Really?  Common sense, man!

 

exam time June 19, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:51 pm
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The sky drips

its soggy sorrow

on students

walking into exams.

They step

out of white hazes

in expectation

(or desperation).

The sky drips

on their satisfaction

of consummation

and their sighs

of celebration

for coming

graduation.

 

 
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