Glance
Flash
Crash
Trance
Romance
Lasts
poem- hollows July 20, 2014
I wait
in the hollow place
for you
You happily celebrate
the concavities
but appreciate
the complexities
of the convexities.
In hollow places
grace erases traces
of solemnity and
embraces totality,
while
I wait
for you.
poem- mystery July 12, 2014
You are
an uncommon mystery
that baffles the sleuths
You are
a melodious litany
of spiritual truths
You are
a sonorous villainy
raising the roofs
You are
in my periphery
and have been since youth.
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Don’t ask. Sometimes I don’t have a clue what they’re really about, either. 😉
poem- warning July 1, 2014
I want you.
Despite all the objections,
inspections, rejections,
imperfections,
my predilection
is you.
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Just think all the things the poet could be addressing here. Is the ‘you’ a lover, a baby, a puppy, a great pair of shoes…? 😉 What is your predilection?
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- angel April 29, 2014
She stepped from
behind the mystery
enveloped our
complicated history
Buried us in
the depths of her mercy
unravelled the strings
of our worry,
spun us in from
exile at the periphery,
and celebrated our
joyful new liberty.
poem- day off April 13, 2014
Reclining, sipping tea,
computer on the knees
Lounging in my jammies,
needing nothing more than
catching up on reading
and my writing chores,
whiling the day away
seems really swell
until someone rings
the damn door bell.
poem-duck advice April 10, 2014
Duck:
observe the legato ease of
geese relaxing in their Vs,
or eagles, reaching out their sides
to slice the skies,
even the tiny wren flies
from tree to tree efficiently,
but you,
you flap
over-happily
like a rattlepated,
frenzied drunk,
Duck.
Shawn L. Bird 