Long Blue jay Poems
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Nobody walks here anymore
Nobody listen to them anymore
The grass has grown out of control
And the wind has battered them to the ground
In the midst of the dense woods
the road lingers between the tall grass
and the muddy stream
Many streams are are moving from all corner
Meeting at a detrimental cross road
and emptying all its content into the big wide river
I have been searching for this tranquility for so long
But nothing I do I could escape the wicked one
But now its just me and the birds mingling in nature
listening to the water gushing from the big dirty river
This Saturday morning was somewhat peculiar
I rode around the block then made my way to the track
and sat on a gigantic rock to meditate
But as soon as I enter the gate
the birds starts yelling at each other
There was one distinct sound
that almost lift me off the ground
At first I didn't know its name
then I learned that it was the cardinal's game
The woodpecker argued so loud
forcing the blue jay and the Carolina wrens
to settle the dispute in the hollow of the tree.
and the mocking birds accompanied by the moaning dove
laments the turmoil of a brand new day
The Cardinal called me three times to state my case
It called so loud that I had to respond with a frantic shout
Three times I had to say that I am here
and three times I had to say that I am not going any where
I escaped to the other side of the river
and walked freely in the big open space
The park runs through numerous backyards
and as I approach the birds starts to litigate
forcing me to abandon my journey
And work out another plan before I land
the turtles wiggling underneath the stagnant pond
add to the blatant chorus of Saturday's mass
The cardinal erupt from the other side of the bush
with an irritated call that disillusion nature and ended in a brawl
I took off my shoes and sprint quickly up hill
my feet pressing on the wet grass
oh I felt like a child again enjoying natures morning splendor
and looking towards a brighter future
I spread out on the damp grass
viewing the vast landscape around me
And America's abundant luxury going to waste
Three giant planes flew above me and
I watch them disappeared in the thick clouds
Birds tell tales turtles buried in ponds
This sound like a mystery to everyone.
I am a running again.
On wings of twilight her hopes flew away
As day eagerly swam into night
Simply had not been a wonderful day
Stars in the sky were a glorious sight
Filling ethereal heavens completely
Showing her optimism so sweetly
Feelings of pure love were in the air
Could she forgive herself? Would she dare?
Evil doubts within her soul began to ring.
Her emotions were not easy to share
Contemplation is a heartfelt thing.
She sat by river on the south side bay
Figuring out how to make angry thoughts right
Gentle ideas escaping for sighs far away
Glowing in her dendrites, bits but so bright.
Plugging in gaps ever so casual and neatly,
In a manner as to not defeat thee,
Yes she had been betrayed, flayed full bare.
Could she release this anger now? Could she dare?
She had been the victim of a masochist’s fling
This humiliation she was not ready to share.
Contemplation is a heartfelt thing.
Gathered sorrowful ideas in a unique new way.
Determined to obliterate the blight.
Exploded with truth, mighty pen had its say.
She wrote down sad feelings into the night.
Enjoying her perch down by the sea,
And shade of a tiny bonsai tree,
Self feelings smiled, she remembered to care.
She had been lured to an evil one’s lair.
Feelings of worthlessness began to sing.
Forgiveness of self is now parading in air.
Contemplation is a heartfelt thing.
Joined momentarily by a fat hopping blue jay,
She knew what she had penned was amazingly right.
She reveled in daylight sun’s prettiest ray.
Watching the jay ‘til he flew out of sight.
Feeling this instant she was at long last free.
Absolved of blame by God’s glorious sea.
As she wrote it down and began to share,
Her heart was lifted by daybreak’s hopeful air.
Doubts flung out by a David’s giant sling,
Writing was cathartic, easy to bear.
Contemplation is a heartfelt thing.
With a hidey ho and a hey, hey, hey,
She followed her bliss with all of its might.
Her words of truth were now in full display.
She knew she would sleep better that night.
Feelings of relief had overcome thee.
She recovered her soul life down by the sea.
The rest of her life seemed more than a bit fair.
For herself, she again started to truly care.
Warm heart full of hope began to sing.
Possibility of true love now in the air.
Contemplation is a heartfelt thing.
So Blue, what have you been doing since my last interview with you?
Well, I still hang out (or should I say “up”) with Sky. And I’m down with oceans, rivers, lakes and seas.
However, Sky sometimes meets up with Black or Gray. That’s when I need to get away from Sky!
Well, where do you really like to be most of the time?
Gosh, that’s just difficult to say. I’m in so many bodies of water (which by the way are not these days always clear to see). I miss when I was crystal Blue in water all around the world. Anyway, I love that I get to surround the creatures of the ocean. I’m in so many things, I simply can’t choose a favorite.
Well, tell me some of your favorites then.
I enjoy being a Bluebell although I can’t ring. Humans have made plastic and metal bells of blue. Then I get to ding-a-ling. I really love to shine in stones like sapphire or of aquamarine. As a Siamese Fighting fish, I simply can’t be beat. And when as a blue jay I am on the wing, you can hear how beautifully I sing. As a peacock I feel very proud, and when I’m a blueberry, people just eat me up!
Wow, you are a part of so many things. Maybe you are Mother Nature’s favorite color.
I think perhaps I am. You could even say that I’m like God because I’m in so many places at the same time, and I’m even in some people’s eyes.
I wonder why all the colors like you are able to be in so many places at the same time just as God is said to be. What do you think, Blue?
I suppose it’s because we are a reflection of God Himself. Personally I think I am one of God’s favorite colors. Do you like me the best of creation’s colors?
Yes, I think you are really cool. I even put you in my eyes as contact lenses when I want my eye color to pop! And what’s more, you symbolize many things: freedom, imagination, the wild blue yonder, sensitivity, inspiration, and loyalty, for example.
Well, I really enjoy being called True Blue, so loyalty is big with me. However, with all the contamination these days, I am feeling really Blue, and I do not mean that in a good way.
Yep, for people you can sometimes be quite an unwanted emotion! But at the same time, many of us like to listen to you as Blues music. Keep your chin up, Blue and we’ll catch you later.
Angel of mourning soup
Angel of mourning
Who gives birth to fresh morning dew who
helped me pursue who showed me the light
when I was lost for clues in times of blues
Angel of assistance
From were did you fall
From heaven?
From where did you fall
From where did you
hear my call
I wanted to say thank you
that's all
that's all
You are the fairest of
them all and you don't
need to ask the damn
mirror on the wall.
You helped me build the ladder of saul but the others
couldn't help because they couldn't speak our language
at all and so if I ever fall I know you will be there to
pick me up like a pen like a friend I wish I can give
you the sun but I am young enough to be your son
so I give to you the stars of friendship ,I can feel your
breeze its it make me want to fall to my knees and never
cease to rain my gratification on your being because what
I have been seeing is a lending hand when many ran I
guess that's what separates a rock from a grain of sand
size of heart so were should I start.
Let me fill your shopping cart with the immensity
of this poem so when you get to the cash register
of heavens doorway you can show em your appreciated
hearts receipt you have given more than I can take
you have dotted my I's and crossed my t's you are the
rain to my tree the beautiful shells in my sea the form
of my key the correction and assistance of me the blue jay
at dawn singing to me the heat to my tea the caps for my
knee you are the back up stinger of this bee so tell me
honey what you see because I see the better half of me
may our friendship never cease catie please you are the
cat and I am the flea don't you ever scratch me because
friends tolerate the most annoying things of each other so
let the itch be any way I don't think the vet's can separate
you and me there's just to much chemistry.
Angel of assistance
From were did you fall
From heaven?
From where did you fall
from where did you
hear my call
I wanted to say thank you
that's all
that's all
You are the fairest
of them all and you
don't need to ask the
damn mirror on the wall.
I will take the poison apple out
of your hand and take the fall
You are the fairest
of them all and you
don't need to ask the
damn mirror on the wall.
The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”
with natural binaural and visual ambience...
courtesy bumblebee pollinating clover
Diaphanous wings yield live airplay
vibrations undulate thru ethereal airway
rippling glorious edifications allay
gorgeous fauna and floral array
ears and eyes beheld
awesome buzzfeeding display
flight of the bumblebee laden with pollen
analogous to elegant performance
starring Faye Dunaway.
Crossword puzzle momentarily
distracted by amazing fete
observing crucial insect necessary
transferring pollen to pistils of flowers
with each subsequent visit
impossible mission to differentiate
one amongst countless
gently rumbling Bombus.
June 14th, 2020 thoughts
of doomsday far and away
pitch perfect afternoon yippie yie yay
I could squander hours
observing miracle worker relay
unwittingly alighting then planting pollen,
i.e. the male gametophyte
(DNA) of seed plants
transported to female part of flower
to enable plant to reproduce.
Quintessential lesson relearned
live life foreplay
until... hair turns
more'n fifty shades of gray
pronouncedly more noticeable since salons
and barbershops under lockdown
onset of coronavirus
(COVID-19) spells hooray
satisfying grim reaper
until vaccine acquired
meanwhile (back at the ranch)
think laboratory smart people linkedin,
qua advocating preventive measures,
a fancy word for test
iz pseudo synonym immunoassay
whispered to yours truly courtesy
twittering and tweeting blue jay.
How uncomplicated existence
allotted to birds and bees
simple straight forward purpose
additionally as by-product
to cultivate cheese
just cut away any moldy part
lest thee exhibit symptoms
synonymous contracting poison
(less painful than scorpion sting),
nevertheless nsync with illness
expanding thru body
on par with generic
garden variety archetype disease
ah, I sure wish being human
constituted less cumbersome complication
instead comprised
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious ease
as iterated with aforementioned
half dozen simple life forms
some of which can survive extreme temperatures
and/or even suffering thru a deep freeze
now upon reaching the end,
I expect nothing more emphatic
than ye to ejaculate Geez!
Mesmerized, by the circular dancing sway Beauty has led my mind, a fancying stray My dreams are caught, in the warmth of May Standing amidst roundhouse’s of purple grey, while young keeper’s glances are by the way Entrancing me romantically, not to run but stay Feeling free, by inward uncontrollable urges, to say Oh, blessed ray will you dream with me, this day On the enchanted misty blue isle of the queen of fay, while you looked at me, time was held at bay but this was a fairy trick and I’m your prey Awakened, by the screams of the blue jay Now, I am setting in a fairy ring, on the brae Alone, old and feeble, no longer able to play
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If I held the power of speech,
silence is never
The silent ones,
those unable to speak,
beheld
the stunning gifts
that tenderly enlighten souls
morsels for the eyes to feast
to belay absence
A blue jay finds them
and stares at their minus
and reasonably
the blue jay vamooses to airs
A multitude of lost butterflies
congregate near
a waterfall
as their wings speak
true tell-tales
their life's stories whole
in intricate fragments
Deaf study them comely
in the show of shows
fluttering wings
cascading downward equally
number of living butterflies
and of living waters
Smile upon smile
all host hushed
turns to grins
muted afoot in a mud pond
is nature's cakewalk
Statuettes of papyrus
kissing the watery banks
with their papered lips
unto their accounts of a
special day
as each bow with its crested crown
A trail of fallen stars
barren their soles to aglow
springs blindly glamor
as a jealous chord sound
awaken the northern light show
displays of awe
... as body taps buddies
a form of talk
by voiceless ...
I need time by myself just to sort things out
I need to walk on God's narrow route
I'm hoping I won't disappoint Him by biting the bullet...he will marinate me with his miracles and drive away doom
His forgiveness is a spotlight I look upon during times of hardship and gloom
Commotion fills my ears for many years, but I can't make up what they say
You are as bright as tomorrow, but I'm as dark as yesterday
Often, I would contemplate on turning that around someday
I pray for unity with peaceful individuals and find the answers in God's Holy Bible...I feel the need to make cliques with other people my age
But my sheepish, strange nature and my low self-worth reduces me to rage
It feels like, when I'm around others, I feel like I'm not on the same page
Oh Lord, I want to belong
I want to belong
I need to belong
Freedom is so, so far away
Freedom is so far away
I turn away in utter dismay
Today isn't my greatest day
I pray I won't fall prey to my bipolar days
I long for praise and recognition on a daily basis
I want to stay in one place, but we go our separate ways
I am in chains in the pit of my alienated abstract abyss
What is right and wrong?
What is right and wrong?
What is right and wrong when I am always led astray?
I'm not having my way today, so I weep during a gray day
I catch a glimpse of a blue jay...I feel better I must say
But what goes up must come down
But, soon enuff, I will wear an upside down frown
In my happy-go-lucky, sun-drenched spirits, I will drown
I will seek California's grand sunlight
To block out the contemplation of delightlessness
Give me perpetual might tonight
I wish someone or He could rinse away my hopelessness
For now, I will contemplate on the positives,
Not the negatives...who gives, who really gives
Because, in my young heart, childlike happiness lives
It lives on...right when a good song is on the radio
Right on!! Rock on till the break of dawn and dance with the wind...go with your own flow and keep your spirits' unique, gracious glow
Has it been 18 days; has it been 5 months
Has it always been this way
a crippled mind clinging to a hollow echo
of a blue jay flying away
Where have you been...when I needed you the most
where were you...when it was your name escaping my lips
well here, let me curse it, then let's see if you respond this time
Why do you have to be so far away, do you despise me
couldn't you take a flight to see me
I'd swim oceans for you, tempt death and sharks alike
we were promised jetpacks so maybe I can fly to see you
I miss you...I...I...
I kept telling myself I shouldn't care
but these chain of events bonding us together
along with yard of thread I tied to your shoes
bind me to you, a fly to a trap
We could last, a myth unable to be truth
We could last, maybe fiction but I treat it like reality
hopelessly chasing your shadow so at least mine could be happy
instead of the entirety of me chasing you for eternity
I've built a dungeon around myself, chrome bars included
a promise to myself it was home 'till you make your return
but you never came
Do you need your own statue of liberty to guide you back
life seems empty, a little more empty living without you
I wish I had the intelligence and skills to build a time machine
to return you back to me so you can hear my famous three words
History is pain, a soundtrack to my heart breaking
time is war and I am peace, well so I have myself believing
but if war is breaking me, what do I turn into
The love I have for you is a tsunami
sharing my heart, a hurricane, with the pain of being away from you
18 days, too long of a wait
5 months,5 months and I...
I'm still in love with you
but not by choice, by reaction
I love you but how can I love someone who slayed the life out of me
I love you but only enough to take back what you stole from me
why'd you steal my heart from me
why'd you steal from me...
I fought against my own life
I fought against time to make you happy
so why'd you steal my heart and my happiness from me...
why'd you steal from me...