Best Vulture Poems
This write is not to judge, but deter. An ode to all vultures.
You're like a person hover
amidst of fluffy cloud.
Some look up to you as a potent,
but you are brittle in nature:
your act is like of dark spot
that hid behind a glittering light.
I know you're strong, but
you have not admitted that.
Use your inner power; you might
even stronger than those
you jealous with passion.
You rested your mind upon others strength,
Pirating perspiration: an act
of deteriorate others strength.
A poison to their mind, even
if they are speaklees,
tis already a curse.
You had better pull off
before your time lost
in elusive world of prospect
where your eye would wink
In extreme shameless
as a thief in amidst of millions eyes.
Categories:
vulture, allegory, anger,
Form:
Free verse
CULTURE VULTURE
Once gave a girl I liked a black
Tribal mask from Africa, with real hair.
Don’t know why, but she gave me it back.
It all went downhill from there.
Then I fancied her sister Gail
And at Christmas I presented her in vain
With my collection of clippings of toenail.
She never answered my calls again.
Some women are very attractive
It’s nice to enjoy their tease,
But I’m a guy who’s culturally active,
And women are so hard to please.
Categories:
vulture, girlfriend-boyfriendwomen, women,
Form:
Quatrain
The ugly vulture flasps and hops,
Flies and scraps and walks and stops,
Pecks to a tree and looks around,
For rotten rubbish on the ground.
He likes dead things and he pecks them clean,
He's horribly ugly,dull and mean,
Hunchy shoulders,old bald head,
He'd like me better if I were dead!
But look at him in the high blue sky,
Round and round you see him fly,
Higher and higher he turns and swings,
Climbing the air with unmoving wings.
Categories:
vulture, animals, funny, nature,
Form:
Light Verse
(1)
Strophe
Slowly and slowly fly the mighty feathers:
the uncanny wrath bearer, the poacher's prey,
the bald bizzare stigmatic cryptic creature, the ecology's majestic role player;
the curtain raiser of ecosystem's air purifier.
Alas! Your iconographic role is omitted,
you, the saviour of the mortal race
from the contagious diseases.
Astounded! How you uncontaminated dear environment.
Your poaching has taken away
the soul of the balanced ecosystem;
crucial is saviour friend's presence, on the verge of extinction plight might have horrid ripple effect!
(2)
Antistrophe
Irony! The friend's void can't be substituted by mere replicas of sustainable development;
the diminishing existence will
drastically affect the local food webs!
How alluring to have a glimpse
of the hunch and tuck of the bird's head in the cold,
flapping and fluttering the wings,
stretching the neck in the heat!
You, remain aloft for hours,
soars gracefully on long broad wings;
with dazzling sharp eyes
from the highlands to pick the carrion!
(3)
Epode
Your iconographic presence is being honoured by the myths, legends, fables of civilizations from ages.
High time to contemplate, to introspect,
to jump into the ecosystem's integral bandwagon:
as pivotal to rescue and redeem the bird's friendly endangered existence!
All Rights Reserved © Silpika Kalita
Categories:
vulture, absence, animal, appreciation, beautiful,
Form:
Ode
Sparkling with precious stones,
Credited for its aboriginal tone
Carpeted with flat grassland and lion-like mountains
Is the land where the vulture reigns.
Celebrated for his greed,
He deprieved all his relations of their needs.
He dances to the rhythmic melody of bribery
And lend the land to ultimate misery.
With his delusion shrouded in cosmetic words
He appoints humiliation and frustration to be his lords.
Relatives fortunate to labour in Winter and Summer
Strives to oblige helping hands to the beggar
But to no avail.
As vandalism fueled with violence prevails.
This evident atmosphere of injustice,
Nursed an intense spirit of malice
Which when at its peak
Permits commotion to speak.
The pack up! Pack up! sound of the gun
Hints that another catastrophe has begun.
Villages were ravaged.
In every town there is carnage.
"Oh, my people are being taken to the cross
I will uproot my lords with a force,"
Flattered the psychopath
As he plans another of his unbearable wrath.
Yet he has "Pledge" his "Love and Loyalty"
To bring to our land, "Peace, Freedom and Prosperity."
I dont have to fight to eradicate this anguish plight,
With the pen's might I will amplify his callous deeds in broad daylight
Categories:
vulture, depression, loss, war,
Form:
Rhyme
oh what can I use
to the bird of my choice lure
the turkey vulture
Categories:
vulture, animals, art, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Darkness awaits
death of light.
Buries oil lamp.
Categories:
vulture, light, sunset, symbolism,
Form:
Haiku
By the barrage of flies, bald John can tell how
Safe his meal is for feasting. The spotted
fawn yet battered breathes.
Clean blood is poison, he knows,
So before he drinks, he waits for the devil
To pee in the stream.
Then he shovels tissue down to the marrow,
As the odor barbers him balder.
Bare-bodied ravens beguiled him
To become a fiend thus famished. He
Perches patiently over the repast,
Pin-talons dull from scraping bone,
Wings worn from hauling carrion upwind.
He bates them at the first sign,
And targets the fawn’s fattest artery.
But he himself is sick on the verge:
Of a wavering branch, of a mortal dusk,
Of that decay which wove twig to build his nest,
That which buoyed flight when he was weak.
With twilight nigh, he trembles in withdrawal;
Grey feathers fall as he
Walks in falter to the tawny fawn;
Toward Life, or Death,
Or their bastard unclaimed.
Each inch is priced a silver plume. He sheds,
Till over swoons his avian frame, lonesome
Lying nude and three-fourths-dead,
Broken beak ajar, tongue longing
For the opiate thrill of red
Flowed from the hollows of that mirroring fawn;
He drools for the non-anointed oil dripping thence.
It renews his plumage,
Though makes matte the luster of his eye.
Resurrects him that he may wean on death,
As prey to his vice—prey to his own heart,
While nature begs his piety, but sin sustains his being.
Categories:
vulture, addiction, analogy, bird, dark,
Form:
Free verse
Antithesis of avian beauty
Monstrosity of the bird family
Head and neck very hideous looking
In dull black wrinkled up unfeathered skin
Exposed decaying animal matter
Can produce unhealthy bacteria
That can endanger other life species
Threatening them with illness and disease
Consumption of animal carrion
Is part of your normal food ingestion
Though your appearance may cause revulsion
You fulfil a most essential function
Your motion on land is very clumsy
With those black legs you step so awkwardly
Yet when you take off to the air in flight
Your graceful movement is a pleasant sight
Riding air currents way up in the sky
On motionless wings you go sailing by
While cruising up there at such a great height
You look out for food with your keen eyesight
Though to some, you may appear unsightly
Your role in nature is prized most highly
You are indeed a most worthy creature
I pay tribute to you, noble vulture
I love watching vultures in flight as they sail on air currents so gracefully and effortlessly. The vulture in my native land is "The Corbeau". This poem is dedicated to it.
Categories:
vulture, bird, flying, food, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
Some think a vulture is the ugliest bird.
Her red-black-eye beak looks a little absurd.
Ruthless and greedy, she can make you wretch.
But if you get to know her, she will easily fetch.
She is big and strong with gorgeous black wings.
Carrion feeder, helps with lots of things.
Her flight pattern is a joy to behold.
Her wrinkly neck may have a splat of gold.
If you look, beauty is all you will see.
She happily cleans road kill for you and me.
Overlooking Beauty Poetry Contest COUPLET
Written 11-05-2018 Sponsor: Jesse Rowe
Categories:
vulture, beautiful, bird, nature,
Form:
Couplet
Speech of a drunken sailor,
muttering foul things ...
utterly gutter manure color
Filthy thoughts sent virus airborne,
dirty mind intimations tattooed on
She’s a vulture vulgarian —
Carcass breath
spreads her dead bosom infection
Unrefined manners, coarse habits
Crude behavior ill-defines
her pagan talk, smutty actions
Obscene gestures is this wench heifer’s
favorite, non-verbal expression
Her unclean vocal droppings
is a flirty cow pasture indiscretion
O’ witchy woman, so vulture vulgarian
Your condor exhalation
is cemetery-grade, crypt vapor carrion
Speech of a drunken turn-key,
muttering vile things ...
words detestable, ought not be
Deplorable lip belches sent coldly, nether bound —
a putrid place, wherein is only the hot slug sound
Categories:
vulture, identity, image, psychological, slam,
Form:
Burlesque
Perched in unfamiliar terrain
Drenched in an unforgiving milieu
An infant vulture, lingered in pain
On the edge of a hill resisting the wind`s allure
With no prior instinct, it treads
Flapping its sporadic feathers
The strides it takes eradicate presumed threats
Its minute wings accelerate, while panic withers
Moving ever so further from the edge
A sense of pride provided a much needed surge
With eyes firmly fixed on the safe pasture ahead
Victory! Was meet, imparting its winning urge
The jubilation bred self-reliance and stupendous thrill
The former weary eyes prowled
Saw prey and killed
The innovative, un-vulture like infant was proud.
The effort…..the triumph…..the kill
The essence……the lesson…..instilled.
Categories:
vulture, adventure, age, bird, courage,
Form:
Sonnet
THE VULTURE
Scavenging wretch!
With a long neck
And a stinking breath
Feeding on carcasses of the dead
Bald headed crook with eyes that are red
Eating the putrefied worms of the barren Islands
He roams through the plains of the rich brown highlands
Glides beyond the horizon
When the waves start rising
Like a rocket he flees
Above the deep blue seas
No comfort for him in Antarctica or Australia
Never falls sick or susceptible to malaria
And flies through the sky
In search of a feast when nature do call
Thief of the thieves
Who never plays ball
Greedy funny fellow
Thin and tall
Never gives only gets
Never forgives and never forgets
Only cheats
Cannot be cheated
Never stands when he is seated
Deception is your perception of life
Traitor!
Stabs Caesar in back with a knife
Hypocrites that serve only time and riches
And will slip and fall in hell like ditches
Lurks behind the corridors of power
Insincere and avarious
Economic adventurer who plans by the hour
Money, money, money
He can never get enough
Cowardly fellow who always acts tough
He never attacks the healthy and robust
But will kill the sick
And eat his intestines with his big red beak
Categories:
vulture, animals
Form:
Narrative
Vulture
Accusations take wing, like Vultures carcass cleans.
The guilty are ashamed, not satisfied with screams.
Enjoy the life you bought, with every hateful word.
Forgiveness is a choice, not something one deserves.
(Alternate ending:
Forgiveness is too low, for dead- flesh eating birds.
Which would you choose first or second ending?)
Categories:
vulture, anger, conflict, forgiveness, judgement,
Form:
Alexandrine
The vulture soaring high in awe
Creates her spine to prepare the fall
As though a bullet from the gun of HIS hand
She flies down to the Carrion of grand
The poets now flee as she sets sight
They run and scatter from her diving bite
She sees the weak and focuses in
Her beak enters first, on the "poets" with sin
The "poets" rely on her constant cry
For help from above as more come to fly
One after one they enter the chest
Of poetrys carrion they endulge in the best
The ink from the soul of poetry bleed through
On the face of her cleaner as she stares at you
With those eyes so black they could eat the light
From the page and the sage of your poetrys dear fright
As she sees her baits killer staring in awe
She realizes her job is not done at all
The "poets" she admires with her beak draped in blood
Are the fools that allowed this to happen with no judge
She removes her beak and see herself
In the reflection cast upon the "poets" true shelf
It is her that she sees as her eyes focus in
Convergant Evolution is the answer from HIM
As she raises her wings high and lifts her soul
She is now "poetry" as she did engulf
The thoughts of man as she flys away
She does carry them high from the "poets" true play
"You are now scavengers like I was once"
She replies to the fools on the ground in dunce
"You will now kill yourself for the one is in me"
True scavenger are yourself as you peck each others feet
"Poets" I laugh for you killed your own
"Poets" I cry for the future in a drone
"Poets" I am angry for there will be no more
"Poets" kill yourself and your carrion will be slow
Categories:
vulture, art, death,
Form: