Best Jays Poems
A baseball fanatic, I am, I am
Blue Jays are in flight, holy hot damn
Bautista and crew
The ball they tattoo
Winners down to the very last man
© Jack Ellison 2015
Can't wait for baseball to start up again
The Blue Jays are favoured to clean up AMEN
They're certainly due
Since nineteen ninety-two
Our tongues hang out while cheering for them
© Jack Ellison 2016
Six blue jays converge at the birch
To sing their anomalous colloquial song,
They fashion a serene scene as they perch;
My mind so inclined to blindly sing along.
As I ponder their ways, in my midmorning daze;
I recall a tale my grandmother told—
Of a desolate day through a dishwashing gaze;
A heinous sight she was doomed to behold.
Through her window; across the drive,
On the very top of some man-made pole,
A sinless and beautiful robin arrived;
Assembled a nest and called it her home.
She laid some eggs at the edge of spring,
And by summer they joined the day,
She taught her young about everything
For the time that comes when they should stray.
But then one day while mother was out
Collecting a feast for the rest of her nest,
A single blue jay swooped in for a bout—
Snipped off their heads and left.
Mother came back to the horrid mess;
The tragically pointless abhorrent wreck,
And with frantic confusion and great distress
She flew into the window and broke her neck.
So as I stare in the garden today;
And view such a seemingly innocent sight,
Behind the charm of those six blue jays
Could possibly rein six times the fright.
It's two thousand sixteen, the year of the Jays
World Series Champs can't wait for that day
It's been a long wait
Worth the wait for that date
World Series champs and Toronto celebrates
(For Tim)
© Jack Ellison 2016
~God Is Lord~
(Jay's Way)
God is Lord
With Him I can do it all
Sees me thru everything and each time I fall
With God by side there's none I should fear
He always lends ear
Lord loves me
Safe soul be
Wants best for you too
He's always there to help you that's true
Call on His Holy name He listens for sure
Walk with Him his love endure
God is Lord!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
November.14.2016
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
~Author's Notes:
The "Jay's Way" is a poetry style created by Chazz Combs.
tension in the air
a love affair is a choice ~
blue jays do rob nests
17/01/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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A Cardinal, Blue Jay, or Chickadee Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
4th place in the contest
The Jays are coming! The Jays are coming!
There's no stopping them, baseball's a-humming
Josh, José and Edwin
The heart of the engine
World Series rings are surely forthcoming
© Jack Ellison 2015
BLUE JAYS
beautiful thief
this darting flash of bright blue
ah but there are two
strangers in the crowd
wonder where their nests are?
trees in early bloom
maybe just one nest
husband wife in wedded bliss
cries from a tree top
bird for all seasons
a blue streak against the snow
hear the angry squirrels
distinct calling styles
marked blue jays’ God-endowed sounds…
forest grand chorale*
*Psalm 104:12 By them shall the fowls of the heaven have their habitation, which sing among the branches.
January 18, 2021
3rd place, "A Cardinal, Blue Jay, or Chickadee Haiku" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 1/22/2021.
I hear birds singing in the trees
On the radio I listen to my favorite tunes
A butterfly floats by on the summer breeze
Buzzing by shortly after is a bumble bee
Blue skies as far as the eye can see
And blue jays flitting from tree to tree
The beautiful flowers all in bloom
As I relax and enjoy on a lazy June afternoon
Hummingbird whizzing by so fast
I wish he'd hover ..for a while at least
All these sights and sounds are a sensory feast
And when in the chill of a winter freeze
I keep warm with the memories of butterflies
Floating on a summer breeze
As a child had a cat,
A big black cat named Smokey.
Since I couldn't say his name,
I simply called hm Pokey.
He was my cat, I loved hm so,
A lovely bg black Persian.
My daddy bought hm just for me.
He thought he was a person.
He was a cuddle kitty, true,
Whate'er I did he tried;
But though he was so sweet and cute,
He had a darker side.
He liked to sit and watch the birds,
As they frolicked in the yard.
A nest was in the lemon tree,
And mom and dad stood guard.
Then one day the cat got out,
And climbed into that tree.
He was after baby birds,
Hidden 'mongst the leaves.
Suddenly the sky grew dark,
As Blue Jays flew in rescue,
Calling more and more to come,
And hundreds more accrued.
Smokey was knocked from the tree,
Fur flew in all directions,
As Blue Jays dove at him enforce,
He ran home for protection.
My mother opened wide the door,
As Smokey ran inside,
Bleeding from his many wounds.
A vet trip would betide.
He never climbed that tree again,
Just watched beside the window.
As birdies frolicked in the yard,
He nursed his shattered ego.
So tiny and so delicate,
As here and there they flew;
But formidable and deadly,
The kitty mused,"Who knew?"
SMOKEY AND THE BLUE JAYS
As a child I had a cat,
A big black cat named Smokey.
Since I couldn't say his name,
I simply called him Pokey.
He was my cat, I loved him so,
A lovely big black Persian.
My daddy bought him just for me.
He thought he was a person.
He was a cuddle kitty true,
Whate'er I did he tried;
But though he was so sweet and cute,
He had a darker side.
He liked to sit and watch the birds,
As they frolicked in the yard.
A nest was in the lemon tree,
And mom and dad stood guard.
Then one day the cat got out,
And climbed into that tree,
He was after baby birds,
Hidden 'mongst the leaves.
Suddenly the sky grew dark,
As Blue Jays flew in rescue,
Calling more and more to come,
And hundreds more accrued.
Smokey was knocked from the tree,
Fur flew in all directions,
As Blue Jays dove at him enforce,
He ran home for protection.
My mother opened wide the door,
As Smokey ran inside,
Bleeding from his many wounds,
A vet trip was betide.
He never climbed that tree again,
Just watched beside the window,
As birdies frolicked in the yard,
He nursed his shattered ego.
So tiny and so delicate,
As here and there they flew,
But formidable and deadly,
The kitty mused, "Who knew."
Judy Ball
Canada Jays
Four seasons ‘round, Canada jays are found,
Perched in tree branches, safe and sound,
Resting after flying throughout the North,
In the Canadian boreal forests.
Heard and not seen unless it’s their intention
To disturb the silence, making known their presence
By confronting intruders in the area
With shrill barking, expressing displeasure.
Their shaded greys of feathery plumage bests
Darker on the back, with lighter puffed breasts.
On a round head adorns a snow-capped crown,
Endowed with dark eyes and a sharp, short, pointed bill.
They have feet equipped with talons to grip the limb tight,
While long, white-tipped tail feathers fan in flight,
Which serves the robin-sized creature well in this climate
And adapts the songbird to its environment.
Then, it’s off scavenging, preparing for winter
In territories established by mating pairs,
Who swish food in their mouths to coat it with saliva,
Ensuring successful seasonal survival
By hiding the sticky boluses in trees
And memorizing the local scenery,
As marauding eyes spy on the jays’ commotions
To steal morsels from the clandestine caches.
During cold weather, they fluff up their feathers
To stay warm and hide their feet from exposure
And twist their necks to tuck in their beaks
Under the wing flap joint to maintain body heat.
Sometimes, they snuggle for companionship
And share warmth during winter hardships.
The birds, confirming whispers to their mate for life,
Find comfort in their labours, making it worthwhile.
In early spring, when the air is cold and the snow deep,
The male selects the south side of the tree for a nest site for the sun’s heat,
Building the nest with dead twigs, bark strips, and lichens,
With caterpillar cocoons for reinforcement.
The cup is feather-lined for the female to lay,
Who does not leave the clutch until the eggs are hatched.
The male feeds her throughout the incubation period,
Then she joins him in the raising of their offspring.
Jays
wheel by
in tandem ,
a sky parade
roller coasting above verdant grassland.
As harbingers of enchanted autumn
birdnotes usher
crisp morning--
red plumes
flung!
Tetractys This Poetry Contest
For charles messina 4/28/2019
bottom of the ninth
two on, two out, two strikes
the windup, the pitch..........
John G. Lawless
1/18/2020