Best Flamingos Poems
into blue skies
pink wings take flight
ripples on the pond
flamingo sunset
just the hour their world's afire
whispers of moonlight
orange and pink sky
hues reflected in water
nighttime is dreaming
elegance and grace
commanding all the twilight
remnants of beauty
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 nose, my friend, with a rubber hose’
It is uplifting to dream of colorful scenarios
Any warm place where the blazing sun glows
Where the desert air gently blows
While ocean waves roll in sultry rows
All agree a trip down south would be most grandiose
Trading bikinis for their parka and heavy winter clothes
By pools they’d feign being divinely comatose
Drink in hand adopting the hot vacation pose
Stretched out on their hammocks eating pistachios
Laying back being busy counting colored rainbows
Hey CabanaBoy we’d truly really hate to impose
But would you please massage us from our head to our toes
Before their fair skin burns and redness undergoes
They all head back to their respective bungalows
Wondering should they dress go catch one of the shows
Or rest in bed before calling on one of the local rodeos
While visiting the souvenir shop one decides to propose
To send home a postcard showing tropical buzzards and flamingos
With a heartfelt message that needs not be verbose
For sure they’ll be the envy of both our friends and foes
AP: 1st place 2021
Buzzards and Flamingos
buzzards spread broad wings
fly high, circling in wide span
concentrate on prey.
flamingos wading
through muddy viscous water
dip bills to filter.
buzzards boast in sky.
aqua-free flamingos
walk on ground to watch.
01/09/19
Once upon a time as all good stories start
Lived three pink flamingos who never were apart
Flo she's the little one, who likes to tease the others
They're Joe, and Moe, her big strong older brothers
They thought it would be nice to take a holiday
So each pink flamingo hired a car to go away
Now Flo hired a mini 'cos minis are so cute
and set off on her way with a suitcase in the boot
So to find the seaside she headed off as speed
but the road had a troll on, with whom she had to plead
"Mr Troll Mr Troll, please leave me to my trip
Just step off the road, and away I will zip."
"Young flamingo" said the troll "your car look rather tasty
I'll eat it for a morning snack", Flo's face went quite pasty
"But Mr Troll I need my car, to go on holiday
My brothers both have bigger cars and they are on the way"
"Go on your trip then, I hear your puny plea
Your mini is too small to fill a giant troll like me"
At the thought of bigger cars the troll he salivated
then lay down in the road where impatiently he waited
Joe Hired a sports car to zoom off to the sea
but stayed at home a little while to drink his cup of tea
At last he set off, to catch up with his sis'
Speeding down the highway, he saw something was amiss
A giant troll lay in the road, his mouth open wide
Hoping that the next car, would simply drive inside
"Mr Troll Mr Troll, I see you hiding there
Did you think I would drive in, without the slightest care"
The troll stood up, at last a car to eat
But Joe was too fast and zoomed between his feet
Joe sped along the road and soon caught up with Flo
They talked about the troll and worried for big Moe
Continued....
Please read part 1 first
When Moe got off the phone, he couldn't believe his luck
Somehow he'd managed to hire, a great big monster truck
He opened up the back door and chucked his luggage in
Then flew up to the drivers seat his journey to begin
From way up in the cab, Moe could see for many miles
The patchwork fields below him looked like tiny mosaic tiles
Off on his way now, see the wheels roll
But Standing in the road was the giant troll
"Mr Troll, Mr Troll, please let me past"
"Not on your nelly, I know you are the last.
I'm tired and I'm hungry and I've waited all day long
I'll eat your truck for supper, out you get, run along"
From his seat in the monster truck way up high
Moe could look the troll straight in the eye
The troll looked back, not quite sure what was happening
As Moe revved the engine in a way that was quite threatening
The truck sped forward, Moe's course did not alter
And as the gap got smaller the troll began to falter
Just in the nick of time, the troll jumped out the way
and fell into the river where he quickly washed away
Soon Moe reached the seaside, where he found Flo and Joe
He told them what had happened to their giant foe
And as they sat on the beach, drinking lemonade
Moe raised a wing his eyes to shade
"What's that shape over there, far out to sea
It's troll shaped boat, I think it's waving at me"
So now you know the story of their little holiday
And how the three flamingos got there that fine day.
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
flamingos flaunting
fuschia feathers fluttering ~
funky flamboyance
1 March 2023
Alliterku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
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
Greater Flamingos flock here*,
flames of white and pink bring cheer.
Tall and graceful, standing still,
playful pecking with their bill.
As a colony, they stand
with pink plumage, plush and grand.
Bending down curved snowy necks,
rummaging for food objects.
In the waters, feeding full
with their heads 'neath wetland's pull.
Insects, crabs and tiny fish,
shrimps and planktons as they wish.
Calling each other loudly,
honking deep, they court proudly.
Dancing, preening, paired for life,
Flamboyant flamingos rife.
*Keoladeo National Park, Bharatpur, India.
22nd April 2023
For Emile Pinet's "Write A Jueju-Qijue" contest
flamingos landed
on the front yard looking for
a pink house to buy
on her lawn
four pink plastic flamingos
peak above a March snowbank
twisted forms caught in forlorn evasion
beak-body contortions like wrestlers resilient
in pretzel formation
unmanageable remnants of warmer days
denied the dignity of upright
plastic muck ups, a nostalgic weep of summer
wishing a solar Florida footing
their caught spirit of iced- playfulness
a pink flamboyance
teasing an icy surface
four plastic birds, frozen status
kitsch defensive
misplaced images like on-line love
wing swept longing
to flee this barren snowbank
nudging a tardy spring's erosion
with its courtship fringes
Poem posted April 13, 2023
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 spurred them on to have this sudden urge?
Combining these two species seems to be absurd.
Used as lawn ornaments, most oft on Halloween,
in groups of two or three, they're noticed right away.
Our eyes become confused absorbing what is seen;
this combination is unique...not nature's way.
Now, how did this spread 'round as a creative feat,
to merge such varied species, post online the guides
on how to join together birds with wings and feet
with nothing else in common? Logic overrides!
Sandra M. Haight
Form: Iambic Hexameter (12 syllables, 6 feet per line)
These crazy crafts have become very popular.
Just type 'flamingo buzzards' on your Internet
search bar, and you will see them.
Written by Gail DeBole
January 20, 2020
A flock of Flamingos so pink
Had feathers that made people blink.
They group-danced with heads high
In a Flamenco style.
Ate shrimp, algae, and water to drink.
Author's Note: The type of food affects the color of the feathers.
Feverish flowery flippant freakish fantailed floozy who needed grounding
Flimflammed, flashed, flipped and flinched a fabulous frugal foundling
Fortuitous flexible frazzled French flamingos flash-mobbed a fernlike finch
On Friinge of this freakish failed flopped frenzy, I received a friendly pinch.