Best Buzzards Poems

When winter months become morose
And everything around is blue and froze
Gets disheartening even for the eskimos
Their morale starts to dwindle and decompose

They tread most lightly on cautious tippytoes
For fear their neighbors will become bellicose
They bite their tongue rather than use such prose 
As ‘up your...

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Some birds are sentries to the sky
others are earth or water bound
some bumble about the lifeless rye
others are cherubs of the clouds-

Some are regal and soundless
others tend to echo from the grate
dictating to others how to sing 
while cawing and poaching eggs-
 
Some build nests...

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Buzzards and Flamingos

          buzzards spread broad wings
          fly high, circling in wide span              ...

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There was an old Buzzard name Bill
He was perched in tree on a hill
When he saw his friend Ringo
A tall pink Flamingo
Become the next messy road kill

NA...

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If I were reincarnated, I’d want to come back a buzzard. Nothing hated him or envies him or wants him or needs him. He is never bothered or in danger, and he can eat anything.

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six buzzards feast
'pon road kill warmed by spring sun...
one too full to fly  ...

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Flamingo Buzzards


Our buzzards and flamingos...mismatched as can be,
tho each have wings and feet, the buzzard is compact:
flamingos, tall and slim, scoop shrimp so charmingly,
while buzzards from the air, hunt prey to be attacked.

Somehow, this hobby recently appeared to merge
the grizzly buzzard, sleek flamingo...make one bird.
Whatever...

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Buzzards soaring high
In the gray snow-laden sky
Search for carrion...

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lights swirl ...

rhythms pound ...
cold Duplais Verte emulsifies in my square glass
tongue tingling, I swallow it in sips
woody, bitter licorice plucks my senses

the soft, dreamy warmth suffuses my blood, relaxing
and the flamingos start to dance
up-and-down, sweeping and bouncing
timed with colored lasers and a mirror ball...

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Restless buzzards on branches high
spy flamingos with an envious eye
frightfully aware of their ugly selves
bemoaning their state they know so well. 

Fancy flamingos preen and sigh
raising their stately heads to the sky
watching the great, black buzzards above
wishing to soar so freely, thereof. 

As buzzards clear...

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it's another year and you've gotten a little older
and your faith in the Lord God has gotten a little bolder
you might have a little bit more of a middle age spread
you might even have a few more gray hairs on your head
but don't sweat the...

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The buzzards rose
To the dead stinky occasion
Roost in the throes  ...

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Two old buzzards stand
High in a dead slick pine tree
Vision limited

Two old people speed in pick-up
One turns head sees polka-dots

No chance of seeing
Flamingoes anywhere near
Polka-dotted stars appear 

Turning my head like an owl
Herniated disc cracks loud...

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B is for Buzzard under my hat,
my brain meaty and raw.
His talons cling like puppet strings.
His rabid teeth chew and gnaw.

Ye old Buzzard, nothing warm,
just a cold sentinel of death.
Not like the life-giving stork —
impervious to the stench of your breath.

Your buzzard form like a...

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My home is on the farthest ramparts
And in the darkest of canyons deep 
Where scanning vultures circle my keep. 

My home is in the hottest jungles
And the sandy desert wastes so dry.
Where scanning buzzards circle and cry.

My home is in the frigid mountains
And huddled on...

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