Shawn L. Bird

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poem-fear June 1, 2016

Filed under: Poetry,Teaching — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:34 am
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That explains everything, doesn’t it?

You’re afraid.

You’re so afraid of someone’s opinions

that you won’t risk anything.

You’re afraid you’re not perfect,

that you’ll make a mistake,

that someone will laugh at you.

All of this failure to complete your work

to present to the class,

to hand in an assignment

is all because you’re so concerned about image

you’ve turned yourself into a failure.

THAT was the image you wanted for yourself?

Really?

Life is a series of risks, of mistakes, of rough drafts,

of trying, and failing, and working and succeeding.

Are you so critical of others that you think everyone

is that critical of you?

In this time of social media,

confidence is your power.

My dog was happy and friendly.  After he was attacked, he became fear aggressive.

He growled when other dogs came near, lunging at them.

He built a wall.  He’d learned he had to defend himself.

It took a trainer with care and many friendly dogs to teach him to feel safe again.

I wonder what it will take,

for all of you?

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Interesting conversation before my class today as we discussed students who refuse to present to the class.   A new teacher was asking what to do about this situation.  My student over-heard the conversation and said that  if there’s someone who doesn’t like you in the class, they’ll be judgmental. She said No one wants to be judged.  So- It doesn’t matter it’s a life skill.  It doesn’t matter that not being liked by the odd person is normal.  I was told, “We’re afraid”  and that was the end of it.  It is unfair of teachers to expect them to try things that are difficult because they learn and grow that way, and they just want to stay as they are.

 

 

poem-memorized May 20, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:59 am
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Mrs. Filber’s daughter memorized Poe’s The Raven and recited it for her mother’s sixth grade class. Student Wanda reflected years later, “This was my first encounter with the power of poetry…How independent Mrs. Filber’s daughter was–she could conjure up this poem at any time in the future, enjoying it again and again!” (May, W. 1991. “The Arts and Curriculum as Lingering.” p. 145).

What power in memory

to pull from air,

call upon bardic traditions,

weave words around ears.

Captivate.

Infiltrate.

Enervate

with poetry.

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(A little poetry inspired by my grad school reading today).

 

poem-too exhausted March 2, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:28 pm
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Too exhausted to care

whether the sensitive child is traumatized

by my insistence that she complete the

assignment as required.

Too exhausted to laugh

at the absurdity of end of term panic

after six weeks of poor attendance and disorganization.

Too exhausted to do more

than get through the day myself,

with nothing left for under-achievers who think

I should go over and above for them.

Too exhausted today to care

more about student success they they do.

There’s always tomorrow.

 

 

 

poem-overwhelmed February 3, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:42 am
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Stacks of articles, demanding my brain

focus and think logically.

Assignment instructions I just want to avoid.

My students drive me crazy when they show this sentiment.

But then, I’ll actually get the work done

(on time)

despite the procrastination,

which they frequently do not.

So many papers.  So tired from report cards and marking stacks of late assignments and prepping for a new semester and February.

So.

Tired.

But the end is in sight.

I can’t give up now.

 

poem- poet air September 14, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:22 pm
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In the classroom,

words fill the air,

hovering above student heads.

I blow gently and

floating words drift,

falling into outstretched hands

dropping into open mouths

forming ideas,

transforming notions,

dribbling out their pens.

 

poem- haunts May 1, 2015

Filed under: Poetry,Teaching,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:38 pm
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Haunted

Full days.

Wishing

Spinning

Devouring.

Turned inside out.

There was a rainbow.

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This was a poetry exercise I created for my class today-

The prompts by line were

I am…

I have…

3 -ing verbs

I feel…

I wish…

 

I got some really interesting pieces!  First we did this as a class activity, rolling the paper over and trading with someone new for each line.  Then we shared the results.  Finally, they created their own from stratch.

 

poem- golden April 24, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:55 pm
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We are in a golden land:

A singular moment in time.

Everything glows.

We are our best

You are your best

We have created something beautiful,

something brilliant,

something ephemeral

that we wish to hold,

to savour,

to celebrate.

All we can to do is notice

this golden moment

and bask in the glow

until it’s faded away.

All we can do is be thankful

we are here.

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This is dedicated to my colleagues at ERS.  We have such an amazing school, full of laughter and community, but the cuts to funding mean that some of what makes us amazing will shortly end.  

There are so many moments like this in our lives.  It can happen when we come together with like-minds at a conference or festival, for example.  Theatre productions are usually like this.  We come together and magic happens.  We glory at what we are part of, knowing that a component of its beauty is that it will not last, and hoping that while it exists, it makes a difference to those we touch.

 

poem-bone bling March 30, 2015

Filed under: Poetry,Teaching — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:51 pm
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“So what happened exactly?”

the students asked,

and I told them about the fall,

casts, surgery, plate, and screws.

“Ha!” one laughed, “That’s perfect for you!”

“Why?” I asked

“Because now

even your skeleton

has bling!”

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True story.

I love my students.

🙂

 

poem- done November 12, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:41 am
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Home is too hard

and you need to be here

at school where it’s safe.

But you rarely work on academics.

You snarl

or stare blankly.

So many years of missing concepts.

So many holes to dig out of.

They won’t let you stay,

though you need to be here,

and it breaks our heart

when your choices

are your destruction.

Safety is more important

than schooling.

How can you ever

overcome?

 

poem- small October 11, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:27 am
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You were so very small

pulling your limbs inside yourself

wearing a vacant scowl,

trying to turn yourself inside out

to avoid notice,

when we were all there

for you.

So much trauma to hide from.

so many layers of armour.

Will we ever see you drop the ballast

so you can fly?

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Probably a few too many metaphors here, but the sentiments hold true.  May have to work on this one a bit more.