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This Heart Beats For You Alone

Although I'm little distant, I love you on this day
Because I love you more than I did yesterday 
Come lay with me on today
Don't hesitate let's have fun and play
Each moment with you is spring time in
May
Follow your heart, and let it have it's say
Give me all of you, that is the only way
Handle my heart with care,I'll never stray 
I want to be with you forever and always
Join me on this lovely and romantic sleigh 
Keep our romance fun, let's roll in the hay
Let's be together until we're old and gray
My heart and soul is yours, and will forever 
stay
New beginnings are always at bay
On this day I want to be your wife don't delay
Please say yes, we'll get married in Hawaii I'll 
wear a lai
Quit thinking about all we have on our tray
Rest assured I'm ready to throw all negativity 
away
Sorry I brought all this up on your birthday 
Trust in God he is the potter we're the clay
Understand we can't do this halfway 
Venturing out of our  comfort zone will cause us to 
be giddy and gay
With you I will take you hand down life's
pathway
X-ray your heart so it could be on display
You are my whole world, I'm happy as a bluejay
Zestfulness is what you give me, is what 
I'm trying to convey

Alexis Y
08-17-16
Inspired by Mike and Lin's ABC rhyme poem


Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2016


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October's Kiss

By:Richard Lamoureux


I felt the breeze that you blew my way
With colourful leaves, you wanted me to play
I couldn't see the beauty, I was lost in yesterday
The summer that had passed, I wanted it to stay


A new day awaits, bathing the canvas in a sun Ray
Arousing yesterday's leaves, from where they lay
Octobers announcement, bounty of the bluejay
Kissed by the tender breeze, I blew your way.


A Poet Destroyer Collaboration


It was my pleasure to write a collaboration with Linda.
She is a bright star in our midst and brightens our sky.


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015


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The Disabled Boy

His knees trembled in the slippery cold
Beside the benches dressed with leaves
Mother was coming, yes so he's been told
To wait in an hour by the dripping trees.

Where the Bluejay sang his evening hymn
In the light red blowing of the weary breeze
So he waited hours till the skies turned dim
When the moon hanged idly upon the trees.

But not a sight of her in the blue distance
So he glided across the glass of the snow
To the narrow path of the park's entrance
Where the last velvet hues gently blows.

His heart alarmed the sad tune of despair
He was reminded of his lifelong infirmity
Strolling sadly by on the wheels of a chair
He feared bitter a death in this vast vanity.

He felt on his shoulders a warm embrace
Thawing his fears was her loving face.



Copyright © Mustapha Mohammed | Year Posted 2013


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Straw Man, The 2012 Presidential Campaign

       ......a strange color, green

   Become better informed, listen to your teachers,
educate yourself....which branch will the bluejay
survey from? 
The hawk, circling, choose his best option?

   Bleeding soldiers depend on doctors, rich men
depend on accountants, souls depend on preachers,
tap water depends on scientists and engineers,
nourishing the parched vagaries of citizens
and houseplants.

   Words fall like acid-rain, seemingly harmless,
we thought we understood rain, it falls, it
nourishes, fills our reservoirs....then leaves a stain,
a clear outline of abuse, like evaporated salt, clinging
to our shirts after a hard day, sound bite upon bite.

   Still, we wade through flooded streets, hoping the 
tides will descend, rhetoric return to sanity, our lives 
safe, from future floods.

  after the elephants parade through every mind 

        the straw left behind

                               collects promises dumped in the streets

        polled, polished,perfumed

                               ready to sweep it all up on election day
                       
        hit pause... wait four years

                               repeat

                                                wait four years

                                                                           repeat




09/08/12
6:09 pm









Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2012


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Bluejay

                                                                   blue jay
                                                              jealous jester
                                                 your jabberwocky sounds
                                         jettisoned across the grove through
                                  jack pine now rebound, jack hammering the
                                              warning “junco, fly away! This,”
                                                     you jeer, “is my feeder!”
                                                            unjust you are
                                                                   blue jay


Copyright © Shelly Berkeley | Year Posted 2007


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Bluejay

No need to worry 
No need to fear
Goodness will find it's way clear
My strength is my weakness
It opens my heart
To those dark places 
Which sets them apart
I bring them Gods light for they are still lost
Kindness my friends.......Has no cost.......



Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2014


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Doing Good Deeds Daily

If you do a good deed everyday.
Even when you go out to play.
No bad will, will you convey.
And all those you help will gladly say,
"He helped me in every way."
And when the weather turns warm in May,
go outside and don't delay,
get in the sunshine's golden ray.
Even on a beach towel lay.
Listen to the chirping of the bluejay,
sitting in the tree growing in the clay.
Those good deeds don't hold at bay.
Then turn around and hollar, "Hey!"
But everyone else will hollar, "Yea!"
If you do a good deed everyday!


Written for Dane Ann's "Good Deeds" contest


Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2011


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the jay

the jay a crisp call seeks the water drinks fill in one sip drops bluejay each day a crisp call until today has he gone away now blue blue


Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2014


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Bluejay

all afternoon           
the blue jay calls
flies off and lands again
pushing his lifeless mate
through the dry grass


Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015


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Love Poem Generator: Megamind

Turned out odd, thought I would share it anyways: 
My Love, Megamind

Your skin glows like the Blueberry, blossoms 
Beautiful as the Blue Bonnet in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your Piano voice 
and leaps like a Bluejay at the whisper of your name, 
Megamind.
The evening ascends in on a great Bluejay wing.
I am calmed by your Glove that I carry i
nto the twilight of Skybeams and hold next to my Hand. 
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Water. 
As my Heart falls from my Sleeve, 
it reminds me of your River. 
In the hushed, I listen for the last Rushing of the spring.
My heated Lips leaps to my Shoe. 
I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret Water 
so that we may Smiling as one, Lips to Lips, 
in search of the glorious Blue and spiritual light of love.


Copyright © Juli- Michelle | Year Posted 2012


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Bluebird's Gone

Springtime put a spring in my step Bluebird brought bright bars of music next I saw her sip at the faithful fountain; sing soulfully As I prayed: wishing the world was well, more certain About the value of various voices: bird, boy, girl, gadfly ... I threw something out the window, absent-mindedly What happened next is sad, sadder still, all birds are hurting ... For you see, what I threw out so absent-mindedly Was a careless word: "Shush, shush, you sing the same old song!" Bluebird looked and looked, a long minute without a note - And as silently as she had surrendered her songs at my abode She flew off in a fluttery flummox. She has not been seen Near me. I have been so sorry since, prayed in between - But my vicinity may welcome the Trinity, but not birds this season A word - my careless words - have wounded wren and robin Bluejay and finch, Baltimore Oriole and Barn Owl ... They stay away ... And the Mockingbird sent word with Guinea Fowl That I am a moody man, melodramatic, even erratic (Birds have forgiven; they have fathomed I'm a fettered hummingbird).


Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2017


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THIS HEARTS BEATS FOR YOU ALONE

Although I'm little distant, I love you on this day
Because I love you more than I did yesterday 
Come lay with me on this beautiful today
Don't hesitate let's have fun and play
Each moment with you is spring time in May
Follow your heart, and let it have it's say
Give me all of you, that is the only way
Handle my heart with care,I'll never stray 
I want to be with you forever and always
Join me on this lovely and romantic sleigh 
Keep our romance fun, let's roll in the hay
Let's be together until we're old and gray
My heart and soul is yours, and will forever stay
New beginnings are coming and always at bay
On this day I want to be your wife don't delay
Please say yes, we'll go to Hawaii and I'll wear a lei
Quit thinking about all we have on our tray
Rest assured I'm ready to throw all negativity away
Sorry I brought all this up on your birthday 
Trust in God he is the potter we're the clay
Understand we can't do this halfway 
Venturing out of the box will make us giddy and gay
With you I will take you hand down life's pathway
X-ray your heart so it could be on display
You are my whole world, I'm happy as a bluejay
Zestfulness is what you give, is what I'm trying to convey


12-7-16
Contest: A Form Poem
Sponsor:  Broken Wings





Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2016


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Sing haughty yacht-y yea

bayboats purse seine whey
journey yearlong gay
laddy inured dryup
haughty yachty yea
 
mildred mayhem dewlap
naughty jaunty jay
car sons caught in capers
haughty yachty yea

vicar baking in butterfat
orphan boy screwed in larder
bluejay frollic jane
and a haughty yachty yea
 
bombs in bay bombard
dickson singsick cockpit
french chicks s’envoyent en l'air
oh a haughty yachty yea
 
idols jailed in temples
choked in garlandy incense
priestly eyedance pose
yes a haughty yachty yea
 
masons’ mildewy masters
with compass stone and pilasters
plan solomon’s might on earth
yea sing haughty yachty yea

royal houses love in stables
lords and ladies love in regalia
loving ones love in limbo
cry haughty yachty yea
 
dote on damsels in december
hey yachty haughty yea
make them deliver in september
ho yickety yackety yea eh
 
 
 
©T.Wignesan - Paris, May 4, 1997

[from the collection : longhand notes: a binding of poems. Paris: 1999]


Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2012


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THAT PRETTY RAINBOW

That pretty rainbow with an orange glow
hangs over the wheat field by stooping low;
it waited almost all day to come out and shine, 
now, that long and bright arch is simply divine! 



Stand beneath it and admire the amazing design of God's hands
with all its vivid colors that enhance Nature 
and glorify it while happy songs, rising from the azure bay, 
are heard along roads and paths; ever wonder
why they are sung with such idyllic words that are so intense?
Ask the sparrow, the hummingbird and the bluejay!



That pretty rainbow can be seen until evening,
then with the coming of shadows...it''ll be vanishing;
cherish it and remember it when rain pours and pelts,
make believe that's always there, where butterflies dance!


Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012


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The Bird and The Moon

(Re old poems)

In the middle of a dream was I when, suddenly a sound, which I thought profound, woke me up at night.. Squinting my eyes, got up to sight, bluejay shrill on, my window sill; air wrapped in, a fine mist, it sparkled, like pearls, on moon- beams.. moon- dust shone through the window as glistening long white trail.. Down swooped the bird, looping cold rays, I fell under magical spell; Fumbled for my limbs, wibbly wobbly things; held fast on the bed, I was covered in fine silver cobwebs ... ~ Form : Diminishing and Advancing Hexaverse (3/20/12)


Copyright © gautami phookan | Year Posted 2015


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First and Lasting Light

He awakens.
Stretching lambent brown-earth eyes fully open
then stretching smile
while sitting stretching up
to meet morning light’s soft greeting
mystically caressing his warm dusk skin with cooler delights
across curious face and neck and grateful arms.

Bluejay scolding
squirrel chattering in scathing manic response.

Hawk hovering above,
hunting,
praying for prey this day,
watching
as he watches
through stretching preying agape eyes
returning into this day’s dramatic Earth events
to taste and feel and smell fresh breeze
dancing caress 
fading smile 
drooping eyes
to dream as falcon
soaring Earth’s grand eloquent delights.

He awakens to play
as he prays without embodied replay;
echoing eco analogical sounds with smells in co-flight
of and by and with and in and for his exegeting earthy nature.


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016


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My Bluejay



He tilts his head
watching me approach,
knowing full well
that he is master 
of the attack on my 
strawberries…no use
fighting about it..he
just waits and hops 
along the fence. I give in
with a certain pleasure, and
do not begrudge him
his share..

7/13/14


Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014


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That BlueJay

That Blue Jay made short work
Of that beetle morsel
On the gnarly branch
Sort of like me
When it comes to
A Godiva chocolate




August 1 2009 poem 4 the Botanic Garden


Copyright © Corinne Curcio | Year Posted 2009


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Come Spring

a quiet bluejay
perched on top of the snowman
for spring has arrived


Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2011


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My Baby Brother

My baby brother,
it's been years.
I miss you,
momma misses you.
Gramma misses you.
My baby brother,
we want you here.

My baby brother,
since you left,
Nikka and momma?
They don't get along. 
Jess?
She moved away. 
The memory of you
is too strong. 
Me? 
I've become a mess. 

My baby brother,
taken away so young, 
only five years old. 
My bluejay, 
forever young. 

My baby brother, 
we barely saw each other,
but I still miss you.

My baby brother,
please tell me this is just a dream.
Wake me up, 
tell me that you miss me. 
I want to hear your voice one more time.
 
My baby brother, 
taken away for good.


Copyright © Destinee Droppers | Year Posted 2016


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Angelic Guides

Divine messengers from Elders past
beget humane guardians of culture.

Messenger functions
perform and redevelop
guardian structures and forms.

Proactive verbs
with their domesticating nouns
speak defensive formal language,
recreating exegesis of life
spread and stretched between
flaming love and stone-cold hate.

Messages shaping defense of polycultures
reshaping offense of runaway monocultures.

Divine words
building boddhisatva messiahs
guardians of healthy cooperative virtues,
EarthTribe's convening natural discerning kindness,
ecoconscious mindfulness.

Messengers to and from our Elder guardians,
trees shaken by breeze,
squirrels chased by bluejay girls,
light shadowed by nondual night.

Sacred messengers,
enculturing guardians.


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016


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Oklahoma way

Oklahoma way

On the banks of the cottonwood 
My father saw the bluejay fly
He chirped as if to say goodbye
And waved the best he could.

Near the Cimmaron river bed 
Horse thief canyon we rode
Astride our mounts we had strode
On the sand bars we sat and fed.

With first rays of morning sun
The redbuds came ablaze
We were mesmerized that day
Till violet dusk had come.

Father said how blessed we were
To live in the red man's land
The buffaloes we tanned
And wore the rabbit fur

An Oklahoma life we live
Farming and raising calves
Now the highways cut the land in half
But we Okies always thrive.



Copyright © ANDREA TRAVIS | Year Posted 2015


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autumn night

the river seemed to wind forever amongst the golden trees
the sunshine made a lazy day amid the autumn breeze
the green of mountains up above cascading streams below
thats how the autumns used to be on nights so long ago

there was such beauty in the land with blue grey skies above
you could here waters buff the sand and robins sing of love
i heard a whipperwill cry low a dove sent back the call
a bluejay perched upon a bough i thought he would surely fall

down by the river where i would go to spend some time at night
i would watch the twinkling of a star till it went out of sight
so much to view at setting sun a beauty to behold
the silence of an autumn night back in the days of old


Copyright © larry mangold | Year Posted 2009


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Bluejay Escorting Me One Morn

 Bluejay Escorting Me One Morn 

 

Taking early morn walk to settle worldly thoughts
 so gentle the path and green splashing trees
Solitude and peaceful spirit so easily bought
enjoying Nature's gift of the birds and the bees

Before reaching first hiking trail's little bend
 found I had a blue flashing fast flying friend
A bluejay seemed to be so doggedly following me
 circling around happily landing tree to tree

Could it be, same returning fledgling from last Spring?
 little darling I had saved when it failed first wing
Placed tenderly back into that great and high nest
 life thus saved joining all the loud chirping rest

Now followed faithfully for another four hundred yards
 blue flashes often circling above my uncovered head
As if my life it so cleverly wanted to now safely guard
 so much like a dream yet I surely was not in my bed

Bluejay so happily trailing me as if to just say,
 thank you friend,  for saving me that sweet day!

Robert J. Lindley 06-05-2014..


Written today but inspired from an incident that happened to
 me a few months after my heart attack four years ago..
That bluejay followed me from just behind my home to a stream
about a half mile away. Where it landed in a tall Sycamore tree 
while I sat beside that stream for about 45 minutes..
Had never seen anything like it before or since!!
Could it have been the same baby bluejay I saved the preceding year??
Is that even possible?


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014


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Bluejay -Than-Bauk-

A bluejay flies in the skies clear my eyes search hard. Copyright © Cynthia Jones ©2005


Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015