Best Pelicans Poems

Four Pelicans in formation
On bank of empty dam
Dust mites in restless wings...

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high in the blue sky 

pelicans glide on thermals

aero dynamics 






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When I woke up last night,
anxious with worries,
I tried to remember the pelicans:

fifty white birds
snowed on a gravel bar
in the lake.

The trees on the bluffs were golden,
and the pelicans sat
under inky November sky,
preened with their great beaks
to prepare for the journey,
oblivious of our presence.

And the...

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Pelicans
By Franklin Price
6/6/2015

Pelicans are prepped
Under beaks are quite a pouch
For their fishing catch...

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Enjoying this day resting upon a plastic raft from the Dollar Tree
I’ve drifted away from the beach into the sea
Now beyond anyone’s reach, I am gone forevermore
And neither of us – neither I nor those on the shore
Realized I was drifting to the ocean past...

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Pelicans crack me up, they waddle like Aunt Bea
But they're much more agile, they can also fly free
Aunt Bea jumps then crashes
On her multitude of fat asses
Methinks she's seen better days when she was three...

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They crest the white foam in perfect formation,
With purpose and strength they flap as they glide,
Fixated ahead in assured navigation,
Each trailing the other with nowhere to hide.

Then all of a sudden with no clear command,
They veer on some path and head for the sky,
Soaring the...

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It was as if 
the veneer of a morning 
split open and six pelicans
flew out through the crack
carrying the light 
of another world, 
bright gold upon every wing
and passing overhead
had me bathed
in a moment until
they flew back
into their world,
leaving me to mine.


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Three did down upon a line,
Three loop once for surprise,
Five more
     then six were Southward bound
Now five onto a glide
Then one last one
    another loop did.

The sun popped out a lushish hue,
A line upon the sea it drew,
Three...

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Old pelican
Perched atop
A railing at the end
Of Sunny Isles pier

His wings spread
His body teetering
In a salty breeze
As if in mid-flight

Stationary
But with all the motion
Of the universe
Rushing about him

Like a propeller
Whirling
And steering
In the currents of the sea

Yet absent a ship to thrust....

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Hankering hordes of hungry hovering hawks haunt hoodoos in Utah. 
Underfed California condors cruise canyon cataracts for corpses.
Nesting, starving swallows swiftly search for slime and straw in Saginaw.
Gorging ravenous ravens roam Wrangell’s razor ridges in Alaska.
Eager pelicans patrol and plunge for perch in pallid Pacific...

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