Long Jaybirds Poems
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MockingBird
Always Teasing
"Effing - Effing - Effing - What?"
A Gray And White Kite
Needing A Little Mate
She's Music & I'm Just Grunts
She's Always Flirting...
(MayBe Male?)
Who Cares...
See You Later, Love.
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The Jaybirds Were Wrong
Give Me a Peanut!
It Wasn't Them.
I Was Wrong
I'm Not Perfect
"They Always Think It's Them!"
I Said
Worse Than Selfish.
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Wildebeest (Or Flocks Of Geese?)
Several Simply: River Flotsam
Please Save Me!
Every Living Face Returns
The Same Inquisitive Look
Millions, Billions,
Dillions, Zillions.
Crossing Rivers Massively...
Here Or In The Past:
Who Gnu?
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Mourning Doves
In Plaintive Sorrow
Moaning, Mourning
Please Have Mercy...
They Try,
But Cannot Scream.
FLAP FLAP FLAPPING
I Saw It. I Promise.
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I'm Not A Real Squirrel
Alive Or Dead
But All These Ghosts...
But All These Ghosts
Have A Little Spectral
Corruption
And AN Imaginary Head.
-Gray Squirrel
05-22-2025
everyday we get one day closer
to the day that we will die
everyday one day closer
to the secrets that we now hide
now it can be told
by the ones who find the truth
so and so was such and such
ever sence they were in their youth
death will rob you of your privacy
and there's nothing you can do
no hidding, concealing just shameful reveiling
of what we secretly do
there is no telling what they'll find
when the day comes and the death is mine
and they have to move me out of my house
for sure they'll say that dark day i was surely a louse
but by then i'll be in heaven
"where no secrets are hid"
everybody, naked as jaybirds
laughing their assets off
for the dark contest
Regina was so ecstatic to meet Cousin Joe.
With the following words, she wanted to let me know:
“Wow, Joe’s appearance is so similar to yours, Mike!
Not since Patty Duke have two cousins looked so alike!”
In sharp contrast, Joe displayed a reticent outlook.
He might have thought this was another wrong turn he took.
A nice Italian dinner and a movie were planned.
All the while, Joe seemed reluctant to give out his hand.
In private, Joe had a few disturbing words to say.
He said, “Mike, what the hell have you brought me here today?
Regina’s a somewhat pretty girl, but she’s too fat.
I was really expecting something better than that!”
I replied, “Joe, give her a chance. She is very nice.
You are not too friendly with her. You’ve been cold as ice.
When we get back home, we will leave both of you alone.
Get to know her better. She’s one you’ll want for your own.”
Joe said, “Mike, I don’t know. I might have to disagree.”
I immediately responded saying “Trust me”!
When we got back home, I asked Stephanie for a walk.
“We should leave Joe and Regina alone for a talk.
Let’s go somewhere by ourselves for an hour or more, please.
We’ll leave Joe and Regina here to feel more at ease.”
Some time later, Stephanie and I returned home.
Regina and Joe upstairs to a room they would roam.
This couple came downstairs as naked as two jaybirds.
They did not know we were home. They did not hear our words.
Initially embarrassed, Joe said to us, “Who Cares?
Come on Regina dear, why don’t we go back upstairs?”
Some girls said they saw me on the eleven o'clock news
as I ran down a street wearing only socks and tennis shoes.
It was back in 1974 in the early spring.
So many of my friends were doing the same thing.
People must have been thinking I was a naked clown
when I swiftly scurried through the better side of town.
A few girls whistled as they saw my nudity.
I said to them: "Why don't you come and join me?"
Two of them showed me they had nothing to hide.
When they heard my words, they quickly complied.
They were both naked as jaybirds running by my side.
I felt brave, and kept my composure
until the police arrested me for indecent exposure.
The arresting police officer gave me a stern warning.
He said I had to appear before the judge in the morning.
The judge was lenient towards my naked foray.
She gave me a small twenty dollar fine to pay.
For some reason, Thursdays find me warped both in a space of inertia and hyperactivity. Perhaps the anticipation from hitting work deadlines on a Friday creates havoc within my frail psyche.
Half-awake, I forget the kitchen's GPS--where is it?
With lungs soaked on oolong tea leaves,
Fingers dribble on a Japanese mug, now cold
And jaybirds' drowsy talk wouldn't bring me to reality
Car keys jangle by the table's edge...
I am on auto-pilot mode:
Until a quick bath reminds me there's LIFE after 6 am!
Hair swept in a bun, time screams fashion alert
Lunch comes goes as I stare on a white screen;
THE boss hovers by that I piano the board
Racing project's notes on page 3
Yet every darn line seems inane!
Finally, I get my groove
Come late afternoon, an outgoing box is cleared!
Whistling, these hips zumba in the room, well, lightly...
How feet race uptown to view jazz events
Reservations done
For winsome friends--our Saturday's thrill!
Evening crawls while I gorge on pasta
Then mild breathwork to release drained energy--
Netflix? Not! Thursday is my scourge!
How Breezes' tune carouses
When in a flash, night stars blind me
That something knocks me out--
An impertinent Friday afterthought, maybe.
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8/1/2019
Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
she sits under a weeping willow and sways
turns to the wind for advice and hears thunder
tunes in to rainfall lightening and her heartbeat
stumbles and stutters for she is one in suspense
valves in her mind leak blood sweat and tears
just a little rest she whispers as the branches
lash out and into a fragile veneer of composure
drenched and beaten she sucks up the message
swans sound their trumpets far in the distance
as if to brush over stark memories of disquiet
and naked to the core she gathers their rhythm
blends into a crescendo of mellow sound of music
petals drip into a restless lake of surface tension
but underneath her discomfort frogs croak as if
to cheer her on to join in a rhapsody of comfort
jingling jaybirds gurgle to the flow of wild waters
bang goes her tremble as a tree trunk succumbs
splashes hopeful resolve deep under her skin
beep chirps a starling who seeks cover and joy
her own voice finds solace and harvests a chime
drawn by the music she unfolds a few offshoots
strings an instrument to accompany the mood
once downcast and lonely searching for harmony
the harp is my stray heart and I’m tall as a willow
25th February 2021
'The band plays a sweet, soulful slow-dance song
I nuzzle her neck, breathing in her perfume scent.'
~ excerpt from Tim Ryerson's poem, The Dance
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From a deep slumber, you drift away
Where the yellow moths and poppies sway
And the gentle sun pours crimson gold,
On meadows burnished since time of old...
It is here that jaybirds decked in fresh reds
Whistle dreamy tunes like morn's newly weds,
That lingering music stands aside
As sky's dance claims you for a long ride.
For the wind is pure, a calm it achieves
Displaying the glory of dusky leaves---
So majestic is this place where you tread
Like a thousand years have dawned and fled.
Waltz to the tune of one groom in love
Together now with your queen, above--
Tim, pour light over me... life's blest dove.