Best Bluejay Poems
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
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.......
a regal blue-jay
perched on a barren tree limb--
harbinger of spring
2/4/13
all afternoon
the blue jay calls
flies off and lands again
pushing his lifeless mate
through the dry grass
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
blue jay it does fly
aloft away blends in the
blue morning eve skies
3/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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
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?
I buried a bluejay today.
He flew with grace into a window pane.
From my sunroom I watched and heard the Kaplunk.
I buried a bluejay today.
I watched him take his last breaths.
Broken neck aside the rose bush.
I buried a bluejay today.
Along with some vegetables so he could decay.
And blanketed gently with some fresh soil.
I buried a bluejay today.
If I could have saved his life, it would have been my pleasure.
But God works in mysterious ways.
I buried a bluejay today.
A bluejay flies
in the skies clear
my eyes search hard.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
©2005
I saw a little bird today, it was a Bluejay.
The little bird was the cuties little thing.
But the bird had a broken wing. It tried,
and tried to fly, but it had a broken wing.
So, instead of flying the little Bluejay bird,
begin to sing, sing, sing. Do what you can do.
God Bless, Happy Holidays
sapphire on sapphire
at the rise of jewelled night
when the stars flash fire
mysterious quest
like the wide-eyed owl spying
as beauty's fading
in the vast deep blue
the scarlet sun is sinking
like a cherry bomb
in a morning drowse,
the sunlight warms the bed sheets,
blue jays bring you coffee.
Here the Bluejay***
Here! Here! …These tall,
Spindly stalks, although sweetly
JGreen, with their crowns bobbing
In the touches of air…the Cosmos
Flowers wait…
For their rippling nocturne to begin,
To sound forth the garden dances
…Here
To bloom, a delicious pink…or, too,
Their petals in a star’s white circling
The precious points of pollen
— Ready for their flights on the air —
To be taken off…by weather’s
Wonders to re-seed…
Here! Here now, see
The flying blues…
The spliced sky …those jays,
Regal-hued and shrieking,
Here! Here am I!
As one sweeps down through
The hazy-yellow air, landing
Precisely there on the deck rail,
Bowing to seat his belly on
The length of pine. Then, he opens
Out his wings…to each side, flat
Upon the wood…those feathers…
Beauty spread, vulnerably, sunning
With eyes closed, beak raised up
To the sky, in peace, captain of
His space…in those moments
Pausing for some pleasure, it seems,
….To so amaze! For, truly,
I’d never imagined that a life of
The sky would wish for grounding
To stop to sun, especially one of
The anxious jays…shouting
Here! Here am I! This spot is mine!
Until later, with a fluttering leap, he
Streaks the white-puffed, blue sky
With his white-marked and specked
Blue-feathered form…That sunning
Jay’s bliss in rest was captured
By a human’s eyes. Mine! Here!
…This lasting memory
Of summer…these turning pages
Of golden air and a jay laying out
His wings, so gently down,
The same way as butterflies do
…for a time in nature, the exquisite
Sensing of motion to place…
To pause…Here
By the blooming cosmos.
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(C) sally young Eslinger 6/2021
Thanks be to God
one lone bird tries to interest others in conversation
twee wee wee wee twee wee wee wee
no one takes her up on it
I cannot see her
but I feel her frustration
I wonder if she is a bluejay
they seem to be ostracized and friendless