Shawn L. Bird

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poem- songful day June 1, 2014

Filed under: Harp,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:49 am
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The strings of the harp sing

and the back deck resonates

with the soundboard

as spring and summer harmonize

and time drifts lazily

on my melody.

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found poem- Tribute to Pete Seeger January 29, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:17 am
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This is a found poem, using lines from a variety of Pete Seeger songs, in tribute to a troubador whose tunes were fuel to action:

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I hear the music ringing

There is a season

Where have all the flowers gone

They all look just the same

How can I keep from singing?

A time for peace

And kind understanding

A time for every purpose under Heaven

God bless the grass that grows through the crack

‘Cause that’s what life’s all about

Treat them with patience

How can I keep from singing?

my world is there

A time for love

Long time passing

When I say always I mean forever

I promise you I’ll never say good-bye

learn to laugh

My life flows on in endless song

How can I keep from singing?

 

What’s the buzz? May 29, 2012

Filed under: Commentary — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:14 am
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I found this great family singing “What’s the Buzz?” from Jesus Christ Superstar. I hoped to have it playing at the beginning of my workshop at Word on the Lake, but of course, it refused to work. :-S  Instead, I will play it for you!  Enjoy this talented family, rocking out with enthusiasm!  FYI, it was uploaded by  on 1 Jun 2007

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Every now and then April 15, 2012

Filed under: Pondering — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:01 am
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One of my favorite Garth Brooks tunes, covered by podline66 aka Larry. Enjoy!
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Love song October 2, 2011

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:10 pm
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Lying in the afterglow

Replete with loving,

My head dances with flutes and violins.

A happy haunting

of my own song,

a lullaby of love,

a token from then,

lulling me

as I’m full to bursting

with now.

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Submitted to week 7 Poetry Picnic http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/.  If you are visiting from the picnic, please include a link to your own submission with any comment.  Thank you!

 

 
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