Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-pudding on the premier September 4, 2014

“Who stole the bowl of pudding

I made for dessert?”

“He did!” said the chocolate coated child, pointing at

her baby brother, quietly kicking his feet in the jolly jumper.

“.

“Who is stalling contract

negotiations?”

“They are!” said the chocolate coated premier, pointing

at the teachers quietly carrying their pickets.

.

Some lies

are easier to spot

than others.

.

(Seriously Premier, why would anyone forfeit thousands of dollars of salary unless it was for something of tremendous value- like defending The Charter of Rights and Freedoms? We’re not going to give up our rights under the law!  We won twice at the Supreme Court!   We won’t sign a clause that says if you lose again, you won’t have to follow the justice’s decision!

 

lies April 19, 2011

Filed under: Literature,Pondering — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:17 pm
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I lie to myself all the time.  But I never believe me.

(Ponyboy speaking in The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton p. 18).

  How true this is, eh?  We convince ourselves all the time of things that aren’t necessarily so, in order to function. 

  • “She loves me, even though she keeps saying she wants a divorce.” 
  • “The cancer won’t spread.” 
  • “I don’t need to do up my seatbelt.” 
  • “I’ll never get in an accident.” 
  • “It won’t matter if I have one more drink.” 
  • “The kids won’t remember I wasn’t there like I said I would be.”

We tell the lies to ourselves, but we don’t really believe them, so they niggle in the back of our minds, making us feel snappish and guilty.  We could be better, but we aren’t.   Preservation requires a little self-delusionment.  What happens when we are faced with the whole truth?  Can we find a new way of being?

 

 
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