Shawn L. Bird

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poem- Measuring May 10, 2014

Video with my narration is in the previous post, but here’s the written version:

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Measuring

Shawn L. Bird

This is me.

The standardized test says,

“She’s a C.”

 

But no standardized test

can measure my capacity.

 

The provincial exam or S A T

does not evaluate my reality.

 

A test does not see

    my creativity

       my audacity

          my tenacity

             my congeniality

No test can reveal

                  my totality.

 

They say

a standardized test demands gravity,

but I say,

it is a depravity

to define our youth with such rationality!

 

This is me.

No standardized test can measure

who I will be.

 

 

video poem- Measuring

Here’s a video poem I made for a presentation on issues in standardized testing for my Faculty of Education Master’s class on assessment at University of British Columbia (Okanagan campus) (aka UBC-O).

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poem- marmot love May 7, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:15 pm
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Along the road

the marmots sit on their haunches

beautiful fur coats

glistening shades of light and dark.

They sit, admiring the view,

enjoying the sun,

sharing chirping whistles while

watching the antics of the tourists:

Canada Geese in town

for a romantic vacation.

Two marmots crane their necks

to watch the blue heron

high-stepping in the marsh

and cuddle next to one another;

Marmot-ly loving

on their porch

watching the world go by.

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Marmots are pudgy rodents, about 20″ long, and prone to curious investigation.  They kind of look like beavers, but with a bushy squirrel tail.  There is a colony living in the ditch along the TransCanada Hwy at Canoe, BC that I pass every day.  They are very cute.  If you disturb them, they whistle warnings to one another.  They’re pests, because they dig, but they don’t seem to annoy anyone where they’re at right now (a few years), so hopefully they’ll be allowed to stay.  They’re quite entertaining. Yesterday one rose up on his haunches to balance on his back legs like a pudgy little man as I drove by, and made me laugh out loud.  

Here’s a nice photo of one: http://www.cascadesgallery.com/image.php?set=9&id=2

 

 

poem- planning May 6, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:17 pm
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Ponder the options

think for awhile

jot down the image

consider and smile.

Take steps, even small ones,

stay out of the holes,

and before you know it

you’ll reach your goal.

 

 

poem- inheritance May 1, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:52 pm
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My son,

I gave you my nose:

a perky nose, not vaguely classic.

I gave you my hair:

the colour, the texture, the volume

so you should keep it

(be nice to your poor balding father,

don’t rub that in).

I gave you my height

(sorry about that).

I gave you my obsessive nature:

all into the current interest

for as long as the interest lasts.

I gave you my shoe lust

and an appreciation for the unique.

I’m not sure where you got that charm

that drags the ladies to you,

or the way you stretch your dimes

or your athletic discipline.

It’s fun to see your inheritance

blinking back at me from those

lovely, hazel eyes.

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Mother and son on Mont Juic in Barcelona

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

poem- the stroll April 30, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:33 am
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Like two hookers

in black vinyl trench coats

the crows stroll between the yellow lines

each watching the traffic

with one jaundiced eye.

 

poem- love story April 27, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:20 am
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He says

her laughing smile

captivated him.

The smartest girl in the school

he thought, as he sat silently

at the back of the class.

Too good for him.

The only girl who listens

to that crap classical music

that you like, they told him.

So he braved to venture a date,

but she turned him down

in favour of dorm pork chops

He was determined,

and Mozart entertained

Before she knew what had happened

she had a ring on her finger,

and a lifetime

of devotion promised.

Her laughing smile is

not quite as captivating,

she’s unlikely to be

the most intelligent

in the room,

time brings rationalization,

after all

she says he’s too good for her

with laughing eyes

that are still his.

 

poem- imagination trumps reality April 26, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:19 pm
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“How can you write

about being drunk

if you’ve never been drunk?”

the boys ask, grinning.

I shrug, and hand them some papers.

“You tell me.  Did I do it?”

They read,  groan, gasp and sigh.

“I didn’t see that coming,” one mutters.

Finally they look up at me with muted faces.

“Well?” I ask

“Oh, yeah,” one grunts.  “You did.”

The others nod and grunt in agreement.

“But how?” asks another shaking his head.

“I could imagine what it’s like to be drunk,

and so I never needed to drink.

I could have fun without needing to dull my senses

or find artificial courage.

I don’t drink.  I’ve never done drugs.

I don’t need to, because

I have imagination.”

“Huh,” they say,

and class begins.

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I know that my experience is not at all common.  My parents were social drinkers, but I never saw either of them intoxicated.  I didn’t like the taste of alcohol, and felt no need to drink to be cool.  If I went to a party, I was disgusted how the drinkers all turned into idiots.

My high school friends didn’t drink. We went out together, had a great time, and the next morning we remembered what happened and we didn’t have a headache!  We had a remarkable amount of common sense! 😉

I have addicted relatives.  They are also a good lesson of how lives can be destroyed.

I am routinely astonished by students who have never met *anyone* who doesn’t drink.  They think all adults drink.  Many of the adults in their lives only socialize in an inebriated stupor and they don’t know there is another way to interact with people. I have never tried marijuana or other recreational drugs either.  I don’t need to medicate my emotions or do weird things.  I need all the energy I have, so I can’t afford to send my motivations up in smoke!   I can’t imagine just taking some pill off someone at a party.  That’s not fun, that’s just stupid (and dangerous).

I don’t presume to tell anyone else what to do, and I actually support legalization, to remove the criminal component. I consider it a health issue.

One thing about my clean life style- it frees up room in the budget for my Fluevogs! 🙂

PS. I’ve linked to the snippet that they read.

 

poem- no poem April 9, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:41 pm
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There is no poem today.

The muses did not stop my way.

Regretfully I must decline

upon some vague truth to opine

Today for you there is no verse.

but chin up, it could be worse!

 

poem- Hello! April 7, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:29 pm
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Well, hello there deer!

What are you doing in the middle of my lane

on the TransCanada Highway?

Deer belong in forests.

Get off the asphalt

before you die.

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A little surprise on my way to work this morning: a large mule deer (I think) right behind the school where I work.  He headed into the trees of the river valley after I stopped for him to carry on.  Such is life in Canada!