Shawn L. Bird

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poem-right for you May 18, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:20 pm
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For Linda, and those Fluevog Heidi boots… ūüôā

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Never felt right for me.

Sloppy here

Too tight there

Almost like they just weren’t meant to be.

Then you came along

singing those songs

inspiring me.

You made me laugh

A rough task when my brain is broken.

When we had a chance to meet

Your floral feet put right next to mine

The sky lit with possibility of

A perfect fit.

Almost as if I’d been meant to keep them safe for you

Almost as if they were waiting.

I’m waving those babies good-bye as you drive down the street.

I’m elated we had a chance to meet,

’cause those boots were plainly meant for your feet.

They’re meant for dancing to the beat

stomping on bad days,

striding places

where I was never going to take them.

I know it’s absolutely true:

Those boots were meant for you.

 

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poem-summer singing July 31, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:43 pm
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Evening chorus

is al fresco dining

‘Hello out there!’

‘Where are you, baby?

‘Over here, boys!’

Amphibian karaoke.

Beating out its rhythm of

summer romance.

 

poem-dedicated July 27, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:08 am
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This is for you

across miles

words

music

a message to the masses

A heart hung on electrical wires

or floating on the wifi waves

thinking of you.

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Thinking about these memories.

 

poem- see love April 23, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:26 am
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As these lines came into my head, they came on¬†a suspiciously familiar¬†tune, so I think of these as song lyrics, and I will have to see if my harp and I can turn them into a song at some point. ¬†In the meantime, they’re a poem. ¬†(I wouldn’t hold your breath for the music, just so you know).

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You don’t look.

You don’t see.

You don’t hear.

You don’t speak

words she needs you to speak.

You’re not listening

when her heart weeps.

You don’t hear.

You don’t hear!

Please come here.

You must look.

You must see

what she’s trying desperately

to help you see.

You must hear

how she’s struggling with her fears.

You must speak,

whisper love,

for that’s all she truly seeks.

Look.

See.

Hear.

Speak

Love.

 

lyrics-Skye Boat Song August 5, 2014

Filed under: OUTLANDERishness,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:15 pm
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My Outlander theme lyrics to Skye Boat Song:

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Called through the stones and carried ‘cross time

Voyaging far from home

All she has known is gone and she roams

Lost¬†beneath Scotland’s pines.

Centuries part

Where is her heart?

Two hundred years away

Two men to love

Prayers to above

Whose love will she betray?

Carried through time, she’s called through the stones

Where will she make her home?

Highland wars loom

they’re leading to doom

Destiny knows its own 

 Centuries part

Where is her heart?

Two hundred years away

Two men to love

Prayers to above

Whose love will she betray?

Third verse, harp only

Repeat chorus with harp to end.

(c) Shawn L. Bird

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Starz has released the first episode of Outlander, and with it, Bear McCreary’s theme song based on The Skye Boat Song.

I might be going against the current here, but I really don’t like those lyrics ¬†Horrendous. ¬†Grammatically cringeworthy. ¬†I mean seriously, “Say could that lass, be I” ¬†ARGGGGGGGGG!!! ¬†It hurts me. ¬†It really does. ¬†Not to mention they’ve stuck “Skye” in there, and Claire never goes to Skye in the books. ¬†He has feminized Robert Louis Stevenson’s lyrics¬†to the tune, I understand, but there was no need to do that.

I’m willing to put my money where my mouth is when I complain about something, so here is a poem that fits with the tune of the Skye Boat Song¬†and also reflects the story of¬†Outlander. ¬†What’s more, I think it is a better fit for the romantic tone and the essential conflict of the story. ¬†Nothing about Skye, and the grammar is correct.

If Starz wishes to replace their lyrics for the next season, I am delighted to offer these. ¬†Feel free to send them a link and encourage the idea! ūüėČ ¬†If you’re from Starz, you¬†can¬†find my agent is listed on my About page. ¬†Drop her a line, she’ll be delighted to negotiate something.

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Blooper lines:

Centuries part

Where is her heart?

Will she get back to Frank?

Though she is torn

Jamie she’ll mourn

but he is known to spank

PS. ¬†I made a video of myself singing and playing the harp (I’ve never been coordinated enough to do that before! ¬†How exciting!) ¬†The dogs got up and left the room, their ears twitching on the high notes. ¬†I listened to the video and apologized to them. ¬†Plainly, G is not my key. ¬†Yikes! So, while I assure you that this works beautifully, I may have to learn it in another key before I try to demonstrate . ¬†ūüėČ ¬†In the meantime, ¬†click to play on the video, then scroll up to sing along yourself. ¬†Hopefully G is YOUR key. ūüėČ

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poem- bird song June 16, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:55 pm
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From your hospital bed

you stare out the window

at the empty bird feeder

unaware that the chirping you hear

comes from your satellite radio.

 

poem- quiet June 8, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:11 am
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The house rests.

Five bodies drift on dreams.

One sits, enshrined in song,

strums softly

on strings:

a living lullaby.

 

 
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