Long Bluejay Poems
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Here the Bluejay***
Here! Here! …These tall,
Spindly stalks, although sweetly
JGreen, with their crowns bobbing
In the touches of air…the Cosmos
Flowers wait…
For their rippling nocturne to begin,
To sound forth the garden dances
…Here
To bloom, a delicious pink…or, too,
Their petals in a star’s white circling
The precious points of pollen
— Ready for their flights on the air —
To be taken off…by weather’s
Wonders to re-seed…
Here! Here now, see
The flying blues…
The spliced sky …those jays,
Regal-hued and shrieking,
Here! Here am I!
As one sweeps down through
The hazy-yellow air, landing
Precisely there on the deck rail,
Bowing to seat his belly on
The length of pine. Then, he opens
Out his wings…to each side, flat
Upon the wood…those feathers…
Beauty spread, vulnerably, sunning
With eyes closed, beak raised up
To the sky, in peace, captain of
His space…in those moments
Pausing for some pleasure, it seems,
….To so amaze! For, truly,
I’d never imagined that a life of
The sky would wish for grounding
To stop to sun, especially one of
The anxious jays…shouting
Here! Here am I! This spot is mine!
Until later, with a fluttering leap, he
Streaks the white-puffed, blue sky
With his white-marked and specked
Blue-feathered form…That sunning
Jay’s bliss in rest was captured
By a human’s eyes. Mine! Here!
…This lasting memory
Of summer…these turning pages
Of golden air and a jay laying out
His wings, so gently down,
The same way as butterflies do
…for a time in nature, the exquisite
Sensing of motion to place…
To pause…Here
By the blooming cosmos.
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(C) sally young Eslinger 6/2021
Thanks be to God
Whee whoo
Whee whoo
The birds call to each other.
EEp EEp
Whee Whee
A black bird with a bit of red
Flies in to have a bit of breakfast.
Whee Whee Whee Whee
Leep Leep Leep
The black bird has flown away,
The feeder is spinning from his
Quick exit.
EEp EEp Whipper Whipper
Whee Whee Whee Whee
A cardinal swoops in, he
Is bright red, so I know he’s a he.
He starts at the top of the tree, hopping
Down branch by branch until he
Arrives at the same bird feeder.
I have six feeders, and yet, all of the birds
Seem to prefer this one.
Kee Kee Kee Kee
Three Three Three Three
Chee Chee Chee Chee
A dog barks in the distance.
A bluejay flies in.
Lands on the feeder.
An unpopular bird; he does not care.
He knows he is welcome here.
That pretty rainbow with an orange glow
hangs over the wheat field by stooping low;
it waited almost all day to come out and shine,
now, that long and bright arch is simply divine!
Stand beneath it and admire the amazing design of God's hands
with all its vivid colors that enhance Nature
and glorify it while happy songs, rising from the azure bay,
are heard along roads and paths; ever wonder
why they are sung with such idyllic words that are so intense?
Ask the sparrow, the hummingbird and the bluejay!
That pretty rainbow can be seen until evening,
then with the coming of shadows...it''ll be vanishing;
cherish it and remember it when rain pours and pelts,
make believe that's always there, where butterflies dance!
Although I'm little distant, I love you on this day
Because I love you more than I did yesterday
Come lay with me on this beautiful today
Don't hesitate let's have fun and play
Each moment with you is spring time in May
Follow your heart, and let it have it's say
Give me all of you, that is the only way
Handle my heart with care,I'll never stray
I want to be with you forever and always
Join me on this lovely and romantic sleigh
Keep our romance fun, let's roll in the hay
Let's be together until we're old and gray
My heart and soul is yours, and will forever stay
New beginnings are coming and always at bay
On this day I want to be your wife don't delay
Please say yes, we'll go to Hawaii and I'll wear a lei
Quit thinking about all we have on our tray
Rest assured I'm ready to throw all negativity away
Sorry I brought all this up on your birthday
Trust in God he is the potter we're the clay
Understand we can't do this halfway
Venturing out of the box will make us giddy and gay
With you I will take you hand down life's pathway
X-ray your heart so it could be on display
You are my whole world, I'm happy as a bluejay
Zestfulness is what you give, is what I'm trying to convey
12-7-16
Contest: A Form Poem
Sponsor: Broken Wings
One of the treasures of our morning walks…as we slowly walk along
is listening to the birds as they wake up and sing their morning songs.
We love walking together…listening to the birds…it’s a great way for our day to start…
as walking exercises our body while those bird songs soothe our hearts.
Over the years…walking in the different seasons, fall, winter, summer, spring
we’ve come to recognize certain birds by the different songs they sing.
Even though we know their melodies and will never know the words
we smile when we hear the bluejay, the Carolina wren, the cardinal and the mockingbird.
We will never tire of listening…it is a great way for our day to begin…
and springtime here in Florida is when the woodpeckers join in.
We try to find the birds who are singing…because their colors we’d love to see
but most of the birds are shy and sing while hidden in the shelter of their trees.
Every now and then, however, we catch a glimpse of the diva…and we let our a little cheer
it’s a wonderful moment on our walk when our eyes are as happy as our ears.
Yesterday we heard a woodpecker…then followed her sound to a hole up in a tree
where a hungry baby woodpecker peeked out…and was easy for us to see.
She sang a hopeful tune…wondering what mom or dad would bring her to eat.
Would it be nuts or insects this morning…
or perhaps fruits and berries…something sweet.
We hoped she’d get berries as we walked away without saying a word
still listening and blessed to have witnessed the innocence of that baby bird.
And once again we thought of our own children and all the children of the world
those we can and cannot see…
and we said a little prayer that every one of them is as loved and as protected
as that baby woodpecker in the tree.
Divine messengers from Elders past
beget humane muses of culture.
Prophetic win/win messages
perform and engage
redevelop and reconnect
guardian health systems
and wealth networks.
Proactive passionate verbs
pleasing domesticated nouns
together speak co-relational language,
recreating exegesis of re-ligioning life
spread and stretched between
flaming hot love and stone-cold hate.
Creolizing messages shaping defense
of polycultural adventures
reshaping offense
of too omnipotent monocultures.
Divine words
reweaving boddhisatva co-messiahs
guardians of healthy cooperative virtues,
EarthTribe's re-convening
naturally discerning spirited kindness,
indigenously wise
re-ligioning FatherSun
EarthMother root feeling
crown thoughtful
mind/body fullness.
Transcendent/immanent
enlightened/empowering
messengers to and from our Elder guardians,
trees shaken by breeze,
sapient squirrels chased by bluejay girls,
light shadowed by co-refining night.
Divine FatherSun
re-connecting enlightened messages
re-ligioning EarthMother sage
co-messianic musicians.
......a strange color, green
Become better informed, listen to your teachers,
educate yourself....which branch will the bluejay
survey from?
The hawk, circling, choose his best option?
Bleeding soldiers depend on doctors, rich men
depend on accountants, souls depend on preachers,
tap water depends on scientists and engineers,
nourishing the parched vagaries of citizens
and houseplants.
Words fall like acid-rain, seemingly harmless,
we thought we understood rain, it falls, it
nourishes, fills our reservoirs....then leaves a stain,
a clear outline of abuse, like evaporated salt, clinging
to our shirts after a hard day, sound bite upon bite.
Still, we wade through flooded streets, hoping the
tides will descend, rhetoric return to sanity, our lives
safe, from future floods.
after the elephants parade through every mind
the straw left behind
collects promises dumped in the streets
polled, polished,perfumed
ready to sweep it all up on election day
hit pause... wait four years
repeat
wait four years
repeat
09/08/12
6:09 pm
"birds care not for whom they sing"--
Silent One
A bluejay comes ...roosting on the hilltop
Its melody lilts for a bounty's heap
And sprawl of September morn reels, nonstop
While daylight bursts from an autumnal leap--
A season brimming , winds fragrant and deep
That I'm thrilled by birdsong, notes upon mist
How this warbler coos...dare I not resist?
Around the curve, jay quickly darts away
Telling me it sings not for me, but all
An avian's choice-- to stay on or stray:
That birds leave, return when time to enthrall
Is gone , done...my own joy ending
time's call.
Then lo! More bluejays flutter near our gate
A gala of choirs starts... tunes, I await!
If I were a bird
every feather would be preened and light,
singing sweet tweeted songs to my delight,
I'd take to the trees silent and unheard
flit and flutter to my heart in midday light,
free as any bird
floating caw-less
lightweight, airy and cautious,
eyeing the earth below as flawless;
I'd sail the sky, touch the clouds,
a sparrow or bluejay, no something greater, more proud,
not an eagle or a falcon or some bird of prey across the seas and bay
but a gull, a seagull, white and gray,
flying out to sea
casting an eye on oceans beneath me;
alas, it is but a dream
sadly I screech the seagull screams
and back to the parking lots for bread and french fries
where i barely hear the ocean waves cry.
Mystic Rose's contest if I were a Seagull
ON DAY 1 of Noel my sweetie gave to me a Bluejay in a Fir Tree!
ON DAY 2 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 2 Mourning Doves
And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 3 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 3 Prairie Hens
2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 4 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 4 Red Rock Crabs
3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 5 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red
Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 6 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 6 Brent Geese
5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves
And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 7 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 7 Tundra Swans
6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens
2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 8 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 8 Dairies Milking
7 Tundra Swans 6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs
3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 9 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 9 Bull Elk Dancing
8 Dairies Milking 7 Tundra Swans 6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS!
4 Red Rock Crabs 3Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 10 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 10 Lambs a Leaping
9 Bull Elk Dancing 8 Dairies Milking 7 Tundra Swans 6 Brent Geese
5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens
2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 11 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 11 Pipets Peeping 10 Leaping
Lambs 9 Bull Elk Dancing 8 Dairies Milking 7 Tundra Swans
6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens
2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 12 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 12 Canadian Lynx linking
11 Pipets Peeping 10 Leaping Lambs 9 Bull Elk Dancing 8 Dairies Milking
7 Tundra Swans 6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS!
4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves
And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree!