Long Blue jay Poems

Half a dozen plus years ago the following became a near reality

Countdown to homelessness – 
mars this earthlinked sole Harris - son
panhandler would would register 
pyrrhic victory won.

10…9…8…3..2..1… 
Found me linkedin at the end of...

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I

These days I forgive myself everything. After all
I'm alone and unhappy so I give myself a little treat
whenever possible. On summer nights I remember
the good women who loved me but live with their husbands now.

This...

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For several years I'd worked as a life coach, assisting clients day by day,
Like blazing colors in the shank of the evening, chases deep blues away.

It was an occupation that I enjoyed, as helping others...

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November 13th, 2021 - Happy eighty sixth birthday
to my long deceased mom...
Harriet Harris née Kuritsky

My mother succumbed to a terminal illness
two score minus three orbitz passed away
no matter she fought tooth and nail
to keep ovarian/uterine...

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For years I was an aspiring singer, performing in trendy nightspots,
And I sang my heart out each evening, in all of the local hotspots.

Among the enthusiastic locals, at long last I'd made myself a name,
As...

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Unquotable quotes: Beggars - XXX

Who said beggars cannot be choosers?

Who chooses for them the place, the moment or the people they choose to beg from; the hours of the begging day; the alms they refuse;...

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Sometimes,
not often enough,
I stop my morning routine
to watch the feeding drama breathe feathered flurries in and out,
on, 
and under,
my side-yard bird feeder

Outside my kitchen windows
over this morning's sudsy sink,
looking across a twinkling white field
of early...

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For years I was a trained gymnast, and I'd competed in the Olympics,
Before my leg was injured in a car accident, among fate's cruel tricks.

I had photographs and memories, of my glory days on the...

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How far from nature and life it is
the gray clouds, airplanes in them
the night cooing and pigeons roosting
Sirma's garden gone to roses and seed

                        That airplane overhead!
                        pointing the way
                        pointing to war

War being an aggravated condition of...

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In Search of 50 Names(couplets alphabetized for ease of footnoting the names)

A) A tom cat sits in heather nearby a willow tree.
Rose and jasmine fill the air. A billy goat I see.

B) 50 words that...

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A Blue Jay flew squawking into a crown
alerting all the other birds around
News of coming danger ran through the stand
down to the floor and across all the land
The Mother Tree signaled through the air,
it's time...

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1 2 1 2 in a tutu playing croquet at three pm

Abracadabra is a giant kilo of horse manure thrown at the head with a boom. But a boom is neither a boomerang nor a...

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"The Hidden Garden in My Winter Forest"



First you must find the steps
Covered in wet moss, fog and cobwebs
It’s not easy to find, 
the Hidden Garden in My Winter Forest
Traverse the path to the gate at...

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I’ll catch you before you run away
Open up the corridor of my mind’s eyes
Gottah wake up…
Gottah wake up
Gottah wake up and sift out these lies
Don’t run away…
Don’t run away…
Don’t run away this fine day, no...

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Prelude

This story is based partly on the Indian mythology and partly 
on my imagination. The story theme is anger, which can destroy 
even the entire Earth, but if controlled it can also be converted 
into...

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Upon bitterly cold dawning hours of one January 2000 day
the Harns family desperately sought a place to live – “hay
there” Nelson Swartley (an independent realtor) 
politely responded bringing unwelcome news viz our sos re lay
informing...

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This is the crux
                               ...

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She kept it all inside her
and never spoke a word,
though her thoughts flew and darted
like a trapped and frantic bird.

Inside her was a garden
that was hung with Spanish moss,
like the massive oaks were weeping
to remind...

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The ability to stay calm is a hard task to manage.
The wooden bench I am sitting on creaks with every 
move I make. Each creak stabs my ears.
The open wilderness surrounding me has a sinister...

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I was a zealous, blue patrol officer, preserving the safer public environments,
As black, diamond nights come in sequence, with the glittery enlightenments.

I helped to direct ephemeral traffic, serving justice and enforcing eternal law,
Like moonlit streets...

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I heard a blue jay in the distance…
Soaring through the branches gracefully
I open up the curtains…ooh…
Forgive me if I drift away
I often wish I took flight like that bird…
You give me that smile that made...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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