Baby’s wail, crisp march dawn, sister Jay born,
a glowing treasure dawned that wondrous day,
since then our firm rapport has weathered storms
In depth, laughter, tears, how we faced wild storms,
sensing one and others needs truly born,
joint life journey, each true heaven scent day.
wry slant on sibling antics, close of day,
Jay bosom spar in sun, rain, wicked storms,
on recall, peak chapters in concert born
My homage born for each rapt day, Jay, you oust storms
skilled blue jay at work
delicately weaves safe nest...
hidden acorns sprout
with wings on south wind
flies in azure sky with dreams…
empty nest crumbles
blue jay lands, perches,
tilt, rotate its head, scans round,
foraging; flies off.
hops upon wet grass,
finds wriggling earthworm, it pulls~
alert behavior
Songs of Praise to God cry out from the birds each day.
Thank you Father for healing my heart.
Jesus your words are good.
I Praise you Lord Jesus for being so kind to me.
Thank you Lord Jesus for this new day.
You filled my heart to overflowing peace and love.
I am still learning to walk right.
Time will tell if I can be better each and every day.
Thank you God for not giving up on me.
I trust you Lord for everything.
The Blue Jay still sings your praise every morning I hear all the birds singing your praise in their songs.
I wish I could be half as trusting in you as the birds and give you half the praise they give each day.
Eurasian Jay says
much food in the right and left
Upthere so sweet fruits,
and neat pure water downthere
Thank you very much my God!
A jay sat on the window ledge
Of the building opposite mine
She sang aloud in good range
Sounding astoundingly fine
Her wordless song I heard in dreams
Minutes before awakening
That melody was blazed in beams
I cannot be mistaken in
That it was you, who came along
To sing a song for me
To reassure I’m not alone
And you are here to see
How I’ll be doing through the day
Another day that goes
Without you, my singing jay
With song that needs no words
Stately surrender Jay Bird is calling.
Wait I sense the cawing.
Quakes measure the falling.
Liberty devoted to Love.
Ninja dreams of angels on the scene.
In dire straits I am resonating with my fate.
Open heart open to Love.
Yellow Bird flights with The Jay Bird and the Emerald starling.
Into the zone I confess I belong to Agape Love.
Running from the Call.
Siren song retaliate open arms open palms.
Nailed to Love I am one with The Jay Bird.
Yellow dash, Yellow Patch, Yellow Sparrow.
Jay Bird sings to me in the shadows.
Darkness overcome by Loves light.
Seasons changing now entering his flight.
Tickey Tack, Silent Jack, Cold cuts and Cold ties.
Liberty or death, freedom to speak or give me death.
Can we not say what we wish or are we forever silenced?
Kirk is a rooster in a suit,
yelling “freedom”
while polishing his boots
so no mud ever touches him.
He’s all mouth,
no fight,
selling rage like it’s champagne.
Vance skulks in the corner,
smokes his own shame,
pretends he’s the last honest man
while sniffing nostalgia
and blaming everyone
for everything he hates.
Kirk’s dreams are neat,
Vance’s are crooked,
both lie like toothless gamblers
pretending their debts don’t exist.
Kirk waves banners,
Vance waves ghosts—
same emptiness,
different dress code.
They think they’re fighting wars.
They’re not.
They’re clipping feathers
off each other’s parrots
while the world burns
and nobody remembers their names
tomorrow.
Politics?
It’s just theater for men
who smell like fear and whiskey,
and both of them—
roosters or ghosts—
stumble drunk
on the same cracked stage.
Jay’s jargon is jammed with jerky jammer
jiggery-pokery and jocundity. Jiggling joyous
joviality and jubilance, justifying Jay’s jollity.
I Like The
WAY
The J-Bird
HAS
A Constantly
Aggressive
Stance.
***
Thunder-Clouds
Over The Waves
Cool The Veranda...
In My Silk Pastels
A Challenge To
Sea And Sky
On A Brush...
Sapphire
Cerulean
And A Darker
Bluer-Gray...
-Gray Squirrel
06-26-2025
Mandarina duck was bragging a teensy bit
Blue jay heard of it, and threw a giant fit
She was speaking of her crest as if it was unique
I have a crest also, Bart the blue jay did speak
Mandarina duck preened, showing off her black and white trim.
I have that too, Bart pointed out to a cardinal named Jim.
Jim flew off, not wanting to get into this turmoil
Mandarina duck made fun of the jay; his anger now on boil
I am the most colorful with my browns, rusts, and copper colors.
Bart the blue jay was told of this bragging by his mischievous brothers.
Mandarina duck has the ugliest beak, it is such a dull blah red.
These enemies held on to this grudge until both were dead.
They might have been friends, if they had tried even a bit.
But she was such an opinionated duck, and he was a bit of a chit.
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry hacking into Knights of Columbus State Secretary on a state level also military order of the Purple Heart hurting veterans families you are scum for helping her and Ciro Gargano arson murderer faking his death to exploit veterans and their families shame on you breaking into grand knights homes to hack their wives jay Townsend Johnson Henry tried to murder me with her gunman 23 years ago now she’s attacking my disabled family I will never fear scum trash abuse of power JHORE Domestic terrorists
We sit silently in prayer.
and we praise a man so rare.
We give thanks today -
for Hawkins, Screamin' Jay.
A great actor has died and is gone for eternity.
Jay North has died at the age of seventy-three.
He got up to mischief when he starred in Dennis The Menace.
We all have a little mischief in us.
He began starring in "Dennis The Menace" at the age of seven.
After living for over seven decades, he died and went to Heaven.
North starred as Dennis from 1959 to 1963.
It's sad to know that he's gone for eternity.
[Dedicated to Jay North (1951-2025) who died on April 6, 2025]
He had an endearing, waggish way
Mischievous was my cousin Jay
Played tricks on me and my friend Kay
She is still smitten to this day
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