Shawn L. Bird

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poem- victory September 22, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:41 am
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Small victory

multiplied.

Big tasks

divided

into

parts

so

small–

how could I not succeed?

Deadlines

focus goals.

Day by day,

Chew each bite thoroughly.

Done!

Launch hope with a key stroke.

Completion is victory enough,

but still…

Fingers crossed.

 

poem-reality June 21, 2017

Eventually

Reality has to intervene.

You’re not destined for the NHL

Or the corps de ballet

Your voice will not sell

A million records.

Simon sends you packing.

 

Reality can suck.

But if playing hockey

Brings you happiness

Why stop just because you’ll never hoist the Stanley Cup?

Dance like nobody’s watching

Sing until you’re smiling.

 

Don’t let reality rob you of the joy

Of the activity itself.

The rush of a beautiful pass and goal.

The beauty of a perfectly formed pirouette.

The harmony than hums in your ear.

Celebrate those moments for ten thousand hours.

 

They say ten thousand hours yields excellence.

Perhaps you’ll need twenty.

Or thirty.

Embrace the joy.

Share in a community of like minds.

Perhaps after forty thousand hours

Your reality will change

And if it doesn’t,

At least you’ll nurture your soul.

Like reality,

Success has many faces.

 

poem- stretching April 26, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:37 am
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Some days

I feel like a little kid standing against a ruler:

“You must be this tall to ride.”

Stretching beyond all comfort,

but still coming up

short.

 

poem- again December 8, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:09 pm
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The never ending circle

of expectation raised

no effort was applied

of failure achieved

makes me want to scream.

What makes the difference

between students who give up

and those who persevere

to find success?

Perhaps it’s in their mantras:

I don’t care

versus

I care.

Those who say they don’t care, do,

but they simply don’t believe

they can.

 

poem- bangles December 9, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:05 pm
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When you gave me these bangles,

(artisan made, grown-up gift for the babysitter)

you oozed confidence, security, achievement.

In your warm brown house with its plush carpet, modern art,

and dishes spun on a pottery wheel,

you were cozy cool, the perfect mom in the perfect family:

professional husband, professional mom, two cute kids.

You had it all together.

But everything dissolved,

first family to divorce,

then your mind to madness,

finally your body to cancer.

Now you are dust, and the memory of you chimes

on my wrist in tarnished bronze and copper bangles,

and jingles, “Celebrate now, for who know what the future brings?”

 

poem-this place October 20, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:55 am
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For years I’ve been waiting to be in this place

where creativity, exploration, and delight for the job

make every day a fulfillment of what I wanted it to be

Where traces of our joy leak from the doors and windows

Where faces laugh and there is genuine care and knowing,

so going the extra mile feels like walking home,

because each of us belongs.

 

poem- adversity September 2, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:24 pm
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Four lanes of traffic gush past

the single stunted sunflower

stretching through a cleft in the pavement,

blooming in adversity.

 

 
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