Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- procrastination May 30, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:09 am
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I plainly do not wish to write

the essay I had planned tonight

Instead I filled the night with song

but at midnight I think that was wrong

No work to show for hours gone by

My eyes are sore, I’m prone to sigh

The essay will not write itself

The due day looms like Dante’s hell

I greatly fear procrastination

has thwarted my determination!

So wish me luck, just one day left

The due date rises like my stress!

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I arranged a tune.  I made a video.  I did not work on my essay.  Plainly I’ve been absorbing too much from the teenagers all around me!  lol  Tomorrow is the last chance.  Wish me luck!

 

music-Skye Boat Song on harp May 29, 2014

Here’s a little break from ranting poems or pugilistic poetry!  In honour of the upcoming Outlander TV show, here’s an ‘arrangement in progress’ I’ve made of The Skye Boat Song, which I’m betting is incorporated into the TV show theme.

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For the technically curious:

I am playing a double strung harp.  (This was definitely easier before I had bifocals, though it was challenging enough then).  There are three octaves on each side of the harp, tuned to the same notes.  44 strings in all.  This is a low-head Celtic harp, in the style of the famous Irish Brian Boru harp or the Scottish  Queen Mary harp.  It is also known as a Scottish clarsach.  Specifically, mine is a Brittany harp, built for me by Stoney End 15 years ago or so. (When I bought it the Canadian dollar was around 70c US, so it was pricey!)  It still has its original strings!  This says it’s a tough little harp, and that I’m a lazy harpist (some people change strings a couple of times a year, to keep the sound bright).  It is made from a lovely, shimmery grained cherry and has a Baltic birch soundboard with a pretty inlay strip at the base of the strings.  It keeps its tuning brilliantly- rarely needing more than a titch of adjustment here and there.  This is a rare blessing in a harp!

Here are The Skye Boat Song lyrics as I say them to myself while I’m playing (which does not in any way imply they are the correct lyrics!)

Speed bonny boat like a bird on the wing

Onward the sailors cry

Carry the lad that’s born to be king

Over the sea to Skye!

Loud the winds blow

Loud the waves crash

Ocean’s a weary bed

La la la la

la la la la                           (< < < < pretty sure those aren’t the right lyrics)

Watch o’er your weary head

oh                                        (That’s the soft D sounded to start back into the chorus)

Speed bonny boat… (etc)

I always thought somehow Flora McDonald was on this boat with him, but I think that’s just me.

 

I promise OJ the standard poodle is only sleeping, though he certainly does look dead.  He is snoring now, in the exact same position.

 

 

poem- last May 27, 2014

Filed under: Poetry,Teaching — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:06 pm
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You are the quiet voice

who never asks for help.

You struggle to work it out while

the loud kids,

the needy kids,

the busy kids

demand the teacher’s time.

You never cause a stir

so you are rarely served

when funding’s cut

and more needs surround you.

The teacher will

always get to you last

if she can get to you

at all.

We’re not okay with that.

But the government

says teachers

are just greedy.

 

poem- mowing stereotypes May 26, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:35 pm
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The skinny old lady,

grey hair twisted into a bun,

leathery skin, artfully wrinkled,

roars around her yard

in her bikini top,

mowing in the rain.

 

poem- musing May 23, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:16 am
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Is it better

to write one poem

each day

for 365 days,

or to spend

365 days

writing

one poem?

 

poem- yet May 20, 2014

You gather me into you

Entangling limbs and

Tickling kisses on the neck.

Your breath tangles in my hair

Escaping through quivering tendrils

Trembling into the night.

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Your heartbeats drum against my back

Exquisite timpani.

Time stops.

 

poem- change May 15, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:50 am
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I would name you

Summer Sun,.

gift you with warm days,

laughter,

joy.

I would take away your darkness,

fill you with light,

give your words flight,

embrace hope

in your future.

 

micro poetry- hour May 14, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:50 pm
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An hour is

60 minutes

3600 seconds

a lifetime.

 

haikus- pass May 13, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:32 am
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Pass word needs 8

characters, a symbol, a capital,

and a number.

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For your own security

Don’t write  down your

user name or  pass word!

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Remember everything

even if you only use the site

once a year.

 

Haiku- Nigerian mothers May 11, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:45 am
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The wells of Nigeria

are poisoned from the salt

of mothers’ tears.

 

#bringbackourgirls