Long Bluejays Poems

The very fact of being alive, often causes one to seek adventure;
And sometimes it is no deterrent, when it carries traces of danger.

I was not a seasoned survivalist, but very much loved the outdoors,
Like varicolored...

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Of all of the beautiful seasons, I like summertime the best.
As with blooms, greenery, and bird talk, it is richly blest.

When comes dazzlingly warm weather, life moves out of doors,
For the gardens we vacated in...

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After hiking on the trail one day, I was making my way back,
Immersed in balmy thrills of summer, and the sunshine attack!

Birdsong was in my ears, and fragrance of beauty all around;
And greenness like a...

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The bird brigade has been summoned.
The empathy princess is down. Completely depleted of all energies, through ridiculously and blatantly giving too much of herself to others again.
I’m lying on the grass, prone, watching a cricket...

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Sounds of morning, fluid undertones, yet cacophonous;
Rhythmic rustling of nearby trees form the baseline for tropical chaos.
Each added layer draws me further into distraction.
I hear the shadowy neighbors breaking their silence,
Attendant to their morning chores.
A...

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Worlds collide in my throat 
as the galaxy of my heart is
torn asunder. Desperation lives 
in my eyes, sweet salty sweat 
pours down the avenging slippery 
slopes of my brow. 

Never knowing, always searching 
Never...

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Warriors of austere adventures,
soldiers for suffering and tribe survival,
children,peasents,women & men,the penny poor & candid criminals,
proud peoples,honest heros,

we marched on all the flesh of earth,
no terrain was forbidden for the fantastic forbearence of the foriegn...

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A frosty whitewash, whirling winter snow
smoothly shrouds a secret silent slumber.
Skies all awake, flying mosaics of row
music chirps cavort the sunset amber.
Gelid air turfs, chilled in birds of wonder
gliding through miles, unknown lands asunder.

Crackling wings...

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I'm sensing something familiar as a lost memory
coming back and revealing itself in realistic form;
glancing at the rose-covered gate without a worm,
it looks different, somewhat newer; its color was gray
and roses that now cling weren't...

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"The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul."

Narcissus woos a butterfly; waves strong,
Genteel stages filled pages; memoirs sound,
Earth graces life faces, pleased heaven bound,
Wrens and bluejays consonance their birdsong.

Lively swamplands prep and hopped...

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They made a huge nest with straws of golden hay
on the top of a fragrant, shady apple tree;
and they were the beautiful bluejays of May
that constantly warbled until sunset vanished entirely.


They have gone to a...

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Morning came from behind those mountains
covered with a thin mist so void of harmony...
waking up the robins, the cardinals and bluejays,
who gladly provived the notes for my symphony.


Around eight o' clock the alarm clock rang,
I...

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I don't know Son, Killdeer's draw-
you away-from their-nest, bluejays-
holler to all-about it, hungry-father
fox he knows about-it... .

Kinder-yes I think-much gentler-Spring,
when the-rejuvenation is just first-arriving-
reminds-me of the-back-and-breaststrokes-
holding your breath while-doing-a-crazy-twirl,
all-the-world-alive-with-energy-surrounded-
together-in-warmth. 

Saw three of them Kamikaze my...

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Land of the living skies

Where the Saskatchewan  prairie lies

Skies painted with every hue

Pinks, purples and shades of blue

The sun slowly sinks in the west

The land settles down to rest

Our prairie full of havest gold

Truly...

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Feel the feathers of photons flying across the bluest of skies,
Whose sapphire fires ignite the horizon with hydrogen oxidized. 

Its refracted scatter of cerulean molecules melts which matter was solid,
Into a gaseous glass whose diaphanous...

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I awaken to the lovely snorts of my sweet English bulldog,
Frankie sits up in my bed, legs out, looks sort of like a frog.

Toddling down the stairs assessing the light from the window,
We know whether...

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Tuesday may bring rain to evoke the helplessness and disdain
of a mourner whose tears flow down a windowpane...
remembering the heart-wrenching image of two towers that tumbled;
and while sirens wailed, a warm September day turned cold!

Lovely...

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Had a dream the other night
Birds stayed, did not take flight
October came, November too
But temperatures were the same as June

What was happening do you suppose
Was Autumn holding back the cold
It could not for it's only...

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I host many song birds,
but never enough.

I steal them from neighbors
with lavish tax-relief offers,
free food
and housing
in exchange for their relocation
and entertainment.

I love them all
but especially red cardinals,
him with her.

They hang and fly together.
An integrity couple
more...

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( AUTUMN DELIGHT )

Through Autumn's kaleidoscope I see a story told, 
the fall days will bring winter blessings to unfold.
Autumn skies looks like velvet soft shades below, 
in secrets the stars shine in a sparkle...

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embark on a journey with me
of freezing winds and stormy sea
where fairies hide among the glades
and jesters dance with razor blades


come see a castle that reaches the sky
where sparrows sing and bluejays fly
the entrance entrenched...

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Crows, bluejays and pigeons
talk this morning. Closest we come
to wilderness here. Autos screech
and sirens scream. Only 7 a.m.
My fat belly and possible cancer
worry me. With a few months
to live, I'd search the wilderness
for some wisdom...

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He smiles and for
A split second the universe
Stops and I can’t breathe
Falling through the sky
I wait to hit the clouds
They’ve frozen
I’m surrounded by the birds that fly from his
Lips 
Bluejays
Red backed sea hawks
I carry the...

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The days slowly slumber in summer's liquid heat,
and flowers lie comatose in parched cracked beds,
as two bluejays squabble in bellicose tones
raging over baptism in a
twelve-dollar-ninety, nine-cent birdbath.

Duke naps in freshly dug dirt beneath
once green shrubs,...

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