Best Buzzard Poems
Armadilly Billy the Sling Shot Kidster, was the Sheriff of our town.
When mangy rustlers went into action, he was wont to hunt them down.
‘The Buzzard’ and his surly gang of rustlers of epically, bad renown…
Had picked Texas and other states clean, and were on the move, NOW!
A terrible dust storm, dumped them smack dab, into our piece of territory.
The evil buzzard leader sat, now contemplating, upon the hangman’s tree.
His gang was ready to rustle, as he sat scoping out, many a nefarious deed.
Their base camp was an Old Box canyon, not far, and full of tumbleweeds.
Now, snail rustling’s a crime, so word got out, of where they’d be found.
As they’d gleaned, every single snail, grazing in all the creeks, all around.
The outlaws were expecting soon, to get away quite clean, with them all.
But the sheriff of our town, Billy was steamed, and he was standing tall.
Billy went on the move, and he meant business, if you know, what I mean.
Yep! He’s tough! He’s mean! He’s focused! His eyes were hard and lean!
While ‘The Buzzard’s’ head was bald, eyes cruel, his stance was cold as ice.
In the box canyon they’d be snail kabobs, by sundown, if Billy didn’t strike.
The snails were easy to follow, just had to follow their trail of yucky slime.
With Billy’s trusty stead Jalopy, they were at the boxed canyon by noontime.
Now, No One, and I mean NO ONE, steals, while Billy’s Sheriff in any town.
That no good, low down, Buzzard better watch out, for he’d now been found.
When Billy arrived they were loading snails into a boxcar to ship for Escargot.
The French black market in Quebec would offer a price, beyond compare so…
To bring them buzzards down, Billy’s slingshot clipped each wing and tail.
Without their feathers they couldn’t fly so they couldn’t remotely prevail.
But not without looking each one in the eye, for he was the good guy, after all.
There was neigh a feather left, as they were buzzard bait, way before nightfall.
But who can tell on a buzzard, for they don’t have much to start with, anyway.
Now they were the one’s loaded on a train set to Yuma, to prison all the way.
The moral to my story is that: Crime never EVER pays. Besides…
Snail rustling is just plain dumb! They’re so slow, that it's a pain!
To the music: The Good The Bad and the Ugly.
Categories:
buzzard, adventure, fantasy, fun, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
a lone buzzard flies
stark contrast to blue bell skies..
winter's north breeze lifts
Categories:
buzzard, nature,
Form:
Haiku
lone buzzard drifting
along steady wind currents
locates fresh roadkill
written August 22, 2021
Categories:
buzzard, bird, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Another episode of out on the porch:
It is cold out here
That is compared to the heat
Of mid-summer forward
One lone buzzard
Glides on the air current
Wonder if he is a scout
Searching for food
Maybe a young bird
Wanting to be free
Or maybe an old bird
Wanting to spread his wings
And float on freedom air
Soar to new heights
Experience new love
Or doing exactly what he wants
When he wants
He's gone _short lived flight
A crow joined him briefly
I guess he didn't want an old crow
Cawing and interrupting his new found freedom
So like life__ old buzzards
Wanting to fly free without an old crow along
Wonder how long it will take for them to realize
That they have ignored the best that life has to offer
Categories:
buzzard, introspection, life, nature, people,
Form:
Free verse
Bob the buzzard is colour blind i think
he doesnt think a flamingo should be pink,
say he has seen many and he knows
that flamingos are blue in Galapagos.
buzzards eyes gleen as he watches them feeding,
now buzzards are big but surely he is exceeding,
tbe size of his hunger no way can he swallow,
a flamingo even if his stomach is hollow
he flew onto its back they looked eye to eye
^get off^ said tbe flamingo, shoo go fly,
buzzard swaggered lost grip on floor did land,.
down came flamingos foot on his head he did stand.
Bob saw stars begged to be freed said he
would never fancy a blue or pink flamingo again for tea
penned 19 January 2019
contest sponsored by Anthony Slausin...Buzzards and flamingos
Categories:
buzzard, bird,
Form:
Rhyme
Heavy clouds overwhelming
Rainshower over barren fields
Saturating a dry soil
A buzzard watching from a tree
A poor mouse will be doomed
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Schwere Wolken überwiegen
Ein Regenguss auf dürre Felder
Durchtränkt die trockene Erde
Ein Bussard späht von einem Baum
Eine arme Maus ist verloren
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Pesadas nubes predominan
Un aguacero en los campos resecos
Impregnando el suelo seco
Un zopilote observa de un árbol
Un pobre ratón está perdido
Categories:
buzzard, animals
Form:
Tanka
They dip into ur mess
2 add 2 the stress
The ones that they caused
Because of their flaws
They're afraid 2 admit
Because they know the natural hit
The hit that'll bring the truth
That'll restore their youth!
Categories:
buzzard, health, life, loss,
Form:
Couplet
Fields of golden grains stretch towards the horizon
The sun in all its glory has risen
Either in river children will play
Or by jumping into mounts of hay
The air is dense but has pleasant smell
The ancient oaks have stories to tell
One is about the fury of midsummer typhoon
One is about buzzard with an eye like the moon
At the beginning of time
In the seventh heaven of sublime
The queen of universe had two sons
Masters of all universes’ suns
One was good honest and real
The other first one tried to kill
Their mother did not try to hurt either one of them
Instead in love she tried to unite them
But the evil brother into a buzzard turned her
That is how from heaven she fell
She now had to live on small creatures with fur
Not only was that she also was close to hell
Each of the brothers was child of immortality
Each could step outside of continuity
Each could measure highest point in new continuity
Each knew the secrets of soul of universe in all its beauty
The first son first tried to return the queen to her place
But then left her to her fate in endless space
That angered buzzard queen and two would feel
Anger toward each other that would not easily heal
Now buzzard queen flies from dune to dune
All she has left is blind eye silver like the moon
But she has powerful mind
Even if now she is half blind
When quantum of double jeopardy
Will form in the universes key
She will be much more than even measure of highest continuity
She will not only be queen but true majesty
Categories:
buzzard, analogy, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Big Bird Had Been A Buzzard
A big bird who had been a buzzard,
Someone told me and have heard;
We were afraid;
A deposit made;
Awkward offering on roof occurred.
This actually happened and whole
roof was covered with it.,
Jim Horn
Poems About Poems and Others
Fund out that my poems are putrid;
And then what a weird thing I did;
Wanted place,
With no trace;
Have buried them and are now hid.
Jim Horn
There was a time when I felt a twinge
Of pain that seems to always hinge;
Money spent;
To roof went;
With credit card went on buying binge.
Jim Horn
Poem Would Prepare
When each poem I started to prepare,
Them with others had wanted to share;
After ink dried,
Then provide;
Some salt on poem was able to spare.
Remember when he had asked Lord Nelson
to pass the salt in Master and Commander.
Jim Horn
My Poems Poets Prefer
What I had known for certain and sure,
My many poems other poets did prefer;
They then cried,
When supplied;
Loved each one as they would occur.
Paint Picture of Saint
Remember when I first had seen a saint,
And a picture of him did decide to paint;
Were dazed;
Then amazed;
When people saw it they started to faint.
Jim Horn
Take A Firm Stance
We could always have taken a chance,
While at same time taking firm stance;
Hair well kept;
Age on crept;
With him women did wanted to dance.
Jim Horn
Criticize A Surprise
Continuously and constantly did criticize,
About what they found out was a surprise;
Thought triggered,
And finally figured;
No one likes those who always tell lies.
Jim Horn
As usual am over ten again so I just
add them to my most recent poem.
Remember When Small Seed
Remember when a small seed we planted,
That God gave to us and He had granted;
Saw beauty bloom,
In my every room;
By each flower's elegance was enchanted.
Jim Horn
Round of Applause
Church choir did deserve round of applause;
They sang great and not like grinding saws
Where they set,
Together did get,
And all the women were without their bras.
They get hot wearing their choir robes.
Jim Horn
Categories:
buzzard, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
Aching Feathered friend
Perched on top of the tree branch
can see the beginning of his end
The hunter of all things animal
tried desperately to cut short his flight
Man,
more or less is extinguishing their species
The air that was his breath of flight
feels the treason of Society's might
COLD HEART
EVILution
I AM DYING,YET..THE GOOD MOTHER KEEPS MY WINGS FLYING
Are the Predators insane
for insisting that our species is game
Then our space is no longer graced
Shot down to the ground
by the Laughing Human Race
We can tell that the World is Hell
If one of us keeps falling
the decreasing numbers
would continue to tell
I'M FOR SURVIVING
IF WE ARE TO BE
PUT DOWN THOSE RIFLES
FOR THE PROSPERITY
OF HUMANITY AS WELL AS FOR THEE
Categories:
buzzard, nature,
Form:
Ode
Within the common (all purpose room)
at highland manor apartments aye
daily encounter, one bewitchingly dreaded
fiendishly horrible, jeeringly loopy,
nap noopy, pugnaciously ravenous, talon
viciously wizened, xenophobic yeti, zapping
zeroing zillion zippers,
zoned Zuckerman alley bye
barred doors fate helplessly jury-rigged
sealed with with plaintive cry
no escape known to this man caught
in a deadly voodoo clutch,
thus doomed to die
ugly cannibalistic, frightful,
heathen rumors myopic eyes espy
alarmed at feeling trapped
akin to a wingless fly
tapping reserves of scape goat
coping techniques ingenuity,
which earned me moniker "fall guy"
where accursed cruel destined exit
from getting husked, issued
jagged lance like mandibles "hi
there unknown weekly reader", I
pray for super leftist
write hand man/woman to extricate
(via whipping up literary poetic fabrication),
then joining me to sing jai
(let victory prevail against killer odds)
perhaps summoning division
of British shiver rights phalanx,
hood reply with Hackneyed "oh kai"
springing surprise rescue,
sans swooping inside
this hermetically faux prison,
where Matthew Scott Harris doth lie,
yet realistic to accept my
demise without putting up
a good fight well nigh
but... if luck finds thee plucking this bard
(out maws of death) be treated to custom
ye will be rewarded with pie
ala mode enjoying a Quai
yet moment...yeah...fading hope...sigh!
Categories:
buzzard, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
The Buzzard and Flamingo--
A wading bird, stance on one leg, so beautiful...
Flamingo--
chiefly soars in the air birds of prey
broad wings carnivorous, eater of dead things, distinguish
Buzzard--
Phoenicopteridae yet still one legged stance
nowhere to go
Flamingo--
large hawk of the genus hawk-like broad wings and a rounded tail seen soaring in wide circles black-breasted whaz-up
Buzzards--
paler white tinged with pink colour feathers glow
ah! awesome beautiful bird...
Flamingo--
both heads high one on land other in skies
The Buzzard and Flamingo--
1/12/19
Buzzards and Flamingos Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin
Categories:
buzzard, allusion, analogy, dedication, education,
Form:
Free verse
The New World vultures – buzzards and hawks,
Circle-soar as they look for prey, among stalks.
Chomping smaller bird out of their feeders, so keen.
Turkey buzzards, so ruthless and intensely mean.
Spindly pink flamingo, a water-bred bird,
Loving South Florida, though it may seem absurd.
Proud orange in pink feathers dresses carefully.
Caribbean’s delight, they roost near the sea.
Forest and Woodland buzzards and hawks avoid the Sunshine State.
Not tempted to go there for water birds, who cannot relate.
Missing this opportunity in their limited vision.
To partake on flamingo meat, a ready provision.
Written January 8, 2019
Buzzards and Flamingos – Contest Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
Categories:
buzzard, bird,
Form:
Rhyme
Buzzard drifting high among the clouds
Little effort, it seems, propelling him in circles
Wondering what he can see far below
I’ve always been told something has died~~
A plausible explanation.
written September 10, 2021
Categories:
buzzard, bird, death, nature,
Form:
Free verse
why are vultures in the road today?
red necks are completely ugly
devouring their carrion
they give me the willies
red turkey buzzards
road kill dessert
good bye mole
tasty
food
Categories:
buzzard, animal,
Form:
Nonet