Best Jaybirds Poems
For some reason, Thursdays find me warped both in a space of inertia and hyperactivity. Perhaps the anticipation from hitting work deadlines on a Friday creates havoc within my frail psyche.
Half-awake, I forget the kitchen's GPS--where is it?
With lungs soaked on oolong tea leaves,
Fingers dribble on a Japanese mug, now cold
And jaybirds' drowsy talk wouldn't bring me to reality
Car keys jangle by the table's edge...
I am on auto-pilot mode:
Until a quick bath reminds me there's LIFE after 6 am!
Hair swept in a bun, time screams fashion alert
Lunch comes goes as I stare on a white screen;
THE boss hovers by that I piano the board
Racing project's notes on page 3
Yet every darn line seems inane!
Finally, I get my groove
Come late afternoon, an outgoing box is cleared!
Whistling, these hips zumba in the room, well, lightly...
How feet race uptown to view jazz events
Reservations done
For winsome friends--our Saturday's thrill!
Evening crawls while I gorge on pasta
Then mild breathwork to release drained energy--
Netflix? Not! Thursday is my scourge!
How Breezes' tune carouses
When in a flash, night stars blind me
That something knocks me out--
An impertinent Friday afterthought, maybe.
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8/1/2019
Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
lavender florets
sway their hems to a gold wind...
as
queen bee jiggles
aisle of lush gardens
invite morn's jaybirds on flight...
coo
cooing sweet tunes
dew bathes newborn plants
evergreen their christened ribs...
from
heaven's blessings
such bright assemblage
displays lush April's glory
when
spring thrills charmed hearts
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4/10/2016
It all started with a simple hello, creating friendship,
To what is now considered wonderful companionship.
Through bad or better days, my heart is where you’ll stay…
You got that Sugar Honey Ice Tea babygirl, and I mean that in a good way.
You give me those feelings I haven’t felt for many nights
Looking into your eyes is like seeing the best of sites
Turned my frowns upside down, you make me wanna smile,
The flow of our chemistry is worth going the extra mile.
You have that kiss that makes a grown man weak,
Slows down time, but my heart never skips a beat.
From the elegance of your hair to your angelic voice,
Down to the sexiness of your walk and how you move your feet.
Some have asked if what we have is worth fighting for,
I tell ‘em “yeah it’s worth that… and a whole lot more.”
Like a knight slaying dragons, and I’ma take on four,
Brush ‘em off my shoulder, and prep up for 5 more…
I’ll be there to dry your eyes when you cry,
I’ll be there to hold you close, help you realize,
That where I wanna be should be no disguise,
I’ll do the time, regardless of how fast it flies….
You may have your doubts, and I may have mine,
But that shouldn’t stop us moving forward in time,
Cuz like the melody in the morning sung by the jaybirds,
You’re the one who’s inspired me to write these words…
I care 4 U...
From deep slumber, I trail away
Where the yellow moths and poppies sway
And sunbeam pours crimson gold,
On meadows burnished since time of old:
It is here that jaybirds decked in fresh reds
Whistle dreamy tunes like morn's newly weds,
That lingering treetops stand aside
As nightscape hooks me for a ride.
For the wind is pure, a calm it achieves
Displaying the glory of leaves---
So maiestic is this place...I tread
Like a hundred years have dawned and fled!
everyday we get one day closer
to the day that we will die
everyday one day closer
to the secrets that we now hide
now it can be told
by the ones who find the truth
so and so was such and such
ever sence they were in their youth
death will rob you of your privacy
and there's nothing you can do
no hidding, concealing just shameful reveiling
of what we secretly do
there is no telling what they'll find
when the day comes and the death is mine
and they have to move me out of my house
for sure they'll say that dark day i was surely a louse
but by then i'll be in heaven
"where no secrets are hid"
everybody, naked as jaybirds
laughing their assets off
for the dark contest
Once again its that time again
to set the clock ahead,
losing one hour of time
for the seasonal chime,
For the vernal equinox ushers
in warmer longer days,
while the on and off rain
gives us a misty haze,
Begonias, petunias, sunflowers
all once again come alive,
while the bees start buzzing
around making new bee hives,
Sparrows, jaybirds, cardinals
flying from tree to tree,
chirping to each other
until they all fly and flee,
The trees all budding
showing off their colorful glory,
the lush landscape comes alive
as if from a fairy tale story,
Whereas the caterpillars morph
into elusive monarch butterfly's,
flying from flower to flower
their beauty makes you sigh,
While old man winter
packs his bags full
of cold weather
and closes up shop,
Spring gets heralded in
with raininess and warmth,
helping nature to flourish
including our crops.
3-19-17
From a deep coma, I slip away
Where the yellow moths and poppies sway
And the gentle sun pours crimson gold,
On meadows burnished since time of old.
It is here that jaybirds decked in fresh reds
Whistle dreamy tunes like morn's newly weds,
That lingering treetops stand aside
As heaven claims me for a long ride.
For the wind is pure, a calm it achieves
Displaying the glory of dusky leaves---
So majestic is this place where I tread
Like a thousand years have dawned and fled.
Contest of Laura Urbaniak
I Went To Heaven
Regina was so ecstatic to meet Cousin Joe.
With the following words, she wanted to let me know:
“Wow, Joe’s appearance is so similar to yours, Mike!
Not since Patty Duke have two cousins looked so alike!”
In sharp contrast, Joe displayed a reticent outlook.
He might have thought this was another wrong turn he took.
A nice Italian dinner and a movie were planned.
All the while, Joe seemed reluctant to give out his hand.
In private, Joe had a few disturbing words to say.
He said, “Mike, what the hell have you brought me here today?
Regina’s a somewhat pretty girl, but she’s too fat.
I was really expecting something better than that!”
I replied, “Joe, give her a chance. She is very nice.
You are not too friendly with her. You’ve been cold as ice.
When we get back home, we will leave both of you alone.
Get to know her better. She’s one you’ll want for your own.”
Joe said, “Mike, I don’t know. I might have to disagree.”
I immediately responded saying “Trust me”!
When we got back home, I asked Stephanie for a walk.
“We should leave Joe and Regina alone for a talk.
Let’s go somewhere by ourselves for an hour or more, please.
We’ll leave Joe and Regina here to feel more at ease.”
Some time later, Stephanie and I returned home.
Regina and Joe upstairs to a room they would roam.
This couple came downstairs as naked as two jaybirds.
They did not know we were home. They did not hear our words.
Initially embarrassed, Joe said to us, “Who Cares?
Come on Regina dear, why don’t we go back upstairs?”
she sits under a weeping willow and sways
turns to the wind for advice and hears thunder
tunes in to rainfall lightening and her heartbeat
stumbles and stutters for she is one in suspense
valves in her mind leak blood sweat and tears
just a little rest she whispers as the branches
lash out and into a fragile veneer of composure
drenched and beaten she sucks up the message
swans sound their trumpets far in the distance
as if to brush over stark memories of disquiet
and naked to the core she gathers their rhythm
blends into a crescendo of mellow sound of music
petals drip into a restless lake of surface tension
but underneath her discomfort frogs croak as if
to cheer her on to join in a rhapsody of comfort
jingling jaybirds gurgle to the flow of wild waters
bang goes her tremble as a tree trunk succumbs
splashes hopeful resolve deep under her skin
beep chirps a starling who seeks cover and joy
her own voice finds solace and harvests a chime
drawn by the music she unfolds a few offshoots
strings an instrument to accompany the mood
once downcast and lonely searching for harmony
the harp is my stray heart and I’m tall as a willow
25th February 2021
Day has passed ,night is soundless as death and dormant peace
night darkness, secret keep
morning calm spring ends summer begins
seasonal colors blend
Solar rays tans my flesh red as desert clay
in the same summer light
where lilies blossom and jaybirds play
Desert summer...feverish sweat and thirst
long walk home my regret never worse
passing vineyard meadows ,sun setting in the west
with nature's sustenance I'm blessed
Bittersweet saliva ...enjoying summer's reap
night returns...sunburn relief
the day's journey ends ,new wisdom I shall keep
until tomorrow's journey when the sun rises in the east
April brings with her the fragrance
of springtime, clean as airy grass
cuddling baby blooms--
And nights grow longer, clouds in redder hue,
as bushes change to emerald instead of weeds-
while sounds of jaybirds recite
a holy prayer--
through dreamy walks by the sea,
I meet new season's breeze
knowing there is heaven in spring.
New for Contest
MockingBird
Always Teasing
"Effing - Effing - Effing - What?"
A Gray And White Kite
Needing A Little Mate
She's Music & I'm Just Grunts
She's Always Flirting...
(MayBe Male?)
Who Cares...
See You Later, Love.
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The Jaybirds Were Wrong
Give Me a Peanut!
It Wasn't Them.
I Was Wrong
I'm Not Perfect
"They Always Think It's Them!"
I Said
Worse Than Selfish.
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Wildebeest (Or Flocks Of Geese?)
Several Simply: River Flotsam
Please Save Me!
Every Living Face Returns
The Same Inquisitive Look
Millions, Billions,
Dillions, Zillions.
Crossing Rivers Massively...
Here Or In The Past:
Who Gnu?
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Mourning Doves
In Plaintive Sorrow
Moaning, Mourning
Please Have Mercy...
They Try,
But Cannot Scream.
FLAP FLAP FLAPPING
I Saw It. I Promise.
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I'm Not A Real Squirrel
Alive Or Dead
But All These Ghosts...
But All These Ghosts
Have A Little Spectral
Corruption
And AN Imaginary Head.
-Gray Squirrel
05-22-2025
Now this one is really and totally absurd
A naughty limerick, naughtiest ever heard
But yours truly's got more
Some limericks hardcore
Where me and my friends are naked old jaybirds
I Figured Out What The MockingBirds Are Mocking
The JayBirds.
And Boy Are They Pissed.
-Gray
05-21-2025
Might our 'fear of the future' be last 'leg' we stand on,
Does marginal intellect harbor our doom?
And is Science an asteroid, life's new grim reaper
Or given by God to provide us more room?
Is there shame in the fact that all known life is star-based,
That dust man's composed of the refuse of stars?
Does Mar's magnetic death, or the heat death of Venus
Dissuade or more challenge us? Where are the bars
That imprison us here? What a metaphor! Phoenix!
We rise from star's ashes to populate space?
If it's true that few poets get honored as prophets,
What man has done better? The Riff Raff screams, "Mace!"
If what's perfect, what's good, is a gift from God's heart then
Should Bible, should Science, be honored by man
When it's sinners who seem to cast stones first, in judgment,
Who try to wipe God's ass! Today, Trump's their plan
To ingratiate selves, think 'their actions' earn merit!
Their God loves a cheater who sings songs of praise!
To avoid rent you owe put a fool in the saddle
Intelligence bridles in multiple ways!
Some are wondering now if some 'AI' persuasion
Holds 'Rainbow' like 'Truth' that might act as a friend?
But with fools who write code to protect 'Wealth' not 'Planet,'
There's little doubt left now how story will end!
Man's pièce de résistance - is likely extinction!
And not just by accident, I vote for greed!
As we ride toward the sunset as naked as jaybirds
Convinced it’s our progeny’s mouths that we feed!
Brian Johnston
3rd of June in 2019