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I heard my name
Called loud and strong
A voice filled with joy
Happy to see me
A man who called me friend
From the things we’ve done
Walking now I think back
How very many years have pasted
From that bright warm day
Memories now are all I have
He has long since pasted away
Another man I once knew
And many things we did
Before the world we raised our voice
And sang many a day
We traveled far and near
To many a different stage
Oh the joy that we had
I think of him too
A star once sang upon the stage
And all the world knew he
And I in the choir sang
And yet he liked me too
He also called me friend
And I wondered why
Why those men and many more
Chose to call me friend
But now their voices have been stilled
No more they call my name
In silences memory that all lay
Voices just in memories now
All else has faded away
A beautiful song bird..
My blue jay..
Sings a symphony
My baby blue bird bird sings to me..
Joyous expressions..
Awakened to musical bliss..
Spreading cheer throughout the day..
Sweetest is my blue jay..
He is my companion
A birdhouse he frequents..
In an outdoor sanctuary..
With lush green gardens surrounded by a fragrant rose garden..
Resides the birdhouse..
A lovely companion he is..
In times of sorrow he brings forth serenity
Blue..
Cool..
Calming..
Peaceful..
Baby blue bird..
My songbird spreads love..
Sings to me..
While he flaps his colorful wings..
Sweet blue jay..
Represents freedom..
Grant us all the freedom to love..
The freedom to know we are all love..
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.
Late Fall days are dark, grey, cold and dismal
Until a flash of bright blue wings adds some warmth
Fall winds blow wet leaves with colors now muted
Grounds are covered in damp camouflaged blankets
Sunlight is scarce and hiding behind smoky clouds
Mornings feel crisp, frosty tips envelope late blooms
Dawn is quiet, scavengers hibernate and sleep
Until a loud squawk echoes from the barren treetops
A flash of moving bright wings of cobalt blue and white
A Blue jay lands, proudly dancing and strutting about
Blue Jay
Sing your song
Brighten my day
Spread your wings, proudly fly
Blue craze
10/14/21
Contest: Let's Mix it Up
Sponsor: Constance La France
Nature theme chosen
(Cinqku form used for last poem)
The Story Of a Squirrel Who Wouldn't Share
And Of a Blue Jay That Did
By: Tom Wright
2/11/00
Near our Pear tree a heap of nuts
I placed upon the ground,
and it came to me as no surprise,
when a backyard squirrel came around.
Before long my eyes caught sight
of one troublesome old Blue Jay,
and from it's perch on a lower limb
it began to squawk, and have it's say.
The squirrel was busy burying pecans
at a pace that only a squirrel could,
and from it's perch fell the Jay,
as I knew it inevitably would.
From another tree a second squirrel
seeing all that now was shaking,
decides that, it too, might come over,
for the nuts seemed for the taking.
But the first squirrel's bark quickly let him know
that this itinerary was not to be,
as it began chasing the second squirrel
around and around and up the tree.
While all this commotion was going on
the crafty old "Blue" was making hay,
"Squirreling away" the greedy squirrel's nuts
for it's own less plentiful day.
By now both squirrels
were so engrossed with their petty little fight
neither seemed to notice that sneaky old Jay
each time a pecan took flight.
Soon the Jay and all the nuts were gone,
and the squirrel's fight had returned to ground.
At last at peace were two hungry squirrel's
but alas, their nuts were not to be found.
Because of selfishness and one squirrel's greed,
for failing to share or get along.
An old Blue Jay had taken their lunch,
for the price of less than his song.
Now there's a moral to all my stories,
this one being, harbor no greed, but always share.
Lest we arise one day and also find,
an uninvited guest has laid our cupboards bare.
she had beckoned my soul
her envy surrounded me
as i sat writing poetry and song
it was my identity she was after
her name was jay mine was yolanda
i recited poems for montel williams
on poetry .com my poems became quilts
maps of my freedom my life back home
springfield illinois she was from Tampa
i chicago poetry was my life she entered
my window to her surprise st john paul 11
i was kneeling jane enraged joining corruption
switching documents developing a false doctrine
beneath the high ways and by ways
i glance in the mirror reflecting her face
she was becoming me while i was vanishing
quickly i dash to washington dc civil rights
memorial freedom of self expression
dignity truth courage home
Blue Jay Warrior knew this tile roof would be slick
He has a wise brain, he is in no way ignorant or thick.
He argued with the team, but they won thanks to his brother.
A favorite in the gang, and with his father and mother.
Blue Jay Warrior was losing his grip on these tile fast.
He knew in a few moments he might be seeing his past.
But wait! A voice said. We can fly, so do it, okay?
That internal voice from grandma just might save the day.
Blue Jay Warrior flew up and gave his team a trill.
Letting them know he was their look out still.
The team was robbing the bank, there were grubs to steal.
They wanted suckers too, which to him had no appeal.
But banks always give out suckers, said his brother Luke.
Luke’s audacity and forwardness made Blue Jay Warrior puke.
He was tired of Luke being the boss, and his fawning thug gang.
So he flew away, letting the idiots dry out and hang.
An old grey barn owl sat on a limb;
He looked weary and a bit forlorned.
A young blue jay flew up beside him;
with brilliant blue plumage he was adorned.
The jay to the owl, “Why are you so sad;
You have everything going for you.
You are old and wise, a good life you’ve had,
And still you are sad and blue.”
“My mate is away,” said the owl to the jay;
“She’s off giving care to our young;
And I’m left all alone when she is away,
And I feel like I’m coming unstrung.”
The jay to the owl, “You should be glad old friend;
I’ve seen many young females today;
And there’s an old saying that’s been penned,
‘When the cat’s away, the mice can play.’”
“My dear friend jay, you are such a fool;
You must know that owls mate for life.
To lure me with forbidden pleasures is cruel;
I would never do that to my wife.
I’m wise enough to know that would be dim,
and I would forever be scorned.
And that is why I’m sitting here on this limb,
and I’m looking a bit forlorned.
September 22, 2017
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?
The chirps of blue jays fill my garden,
The colors, grace and flights keep me smitten,
They are not like peacocks of the east or the parrots of amazon,
But who cares, beauty is my inner perception.
The constant food search of birds gives me a good lesion,
Even if you try hard but don’t succeed makes you a winner,
The search for straw and hay to make their nest makes my day,
Anticipation of their nest with chicks keep my heart fluttering away.
I watch my blue jay picking a cherry from the big cherry tree,
Enjoying the fruit while spending whole lot of time to get the seed out and away,
The fruits of labor make us happy after difficult work day,
Enjoying the good and discarding the bad ought to be the norm of the day.
Einstein said look deep into the nature then you will understand everything better,
Nature engulfs us like air, we usually ignore it,
Just take a rose bud, watch its beauty and intricate patterns,
Rejuvenate your mind with thoughts and wisdom of creation.