Buzzards Poems - Poems about Buzzards

Buzzards On the Infamous Hill

Buzzards on the Infamous Hill

Always sitting at the edge of my seat,
When, oh when, shall truth finally come out…
As a true,American splendiferous treat!

But buzzards of cravish deception,
Fill the political, pockmarked skies.
Leaving us forever, with questions.

These carnivores reside on The Hill.
Where truth and goodness perish.
Americans left with lies, hope is killed.

Ethics lay as pricey,broken sunglasses.
Crushed beneath

Spotting the Turkey Buzzards

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

Rhinestoned Buzzards

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 of grass or leaf
sacrifice everything for their babies
some birds just

Buzzards

Buzzards
wheel over town
hunt roadkill

People That Shake Up the Buzzards

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.

                    

Buzzards Circling

buzzards circling
police detectives swarm the arm
field ripe with death

Buzzards Are Circling

Buzzards Are Circling
Written: by Tom Wright
5-15-2012

Six buzzards circle so I make great haste
Fearing that I have little time to waste

I know they search for dead to glean
Is today the day to pick my bones clean 

I peek from the Oak to which I’ve scurried
Still circling lower, should I be worried?

buzzards and flamingos -

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 ... real??

then the buzzards join in, hopping
spinning and jostling with

Two Old Buzzards

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

Flamingo Buzzards

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

Buzzards and Flamingos

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

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Buzzards and Flamingos

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 swarm of flies.
The maggots mirror your childhood.
The terror of your

Buzzards and Flamingos

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 the littered ground
of rotting death and debris all around 
flamingos

Buzzards and Flamingos

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

Buzzards and Flamingos

Buzzards and Flamingos

          buzzards spread broad wings
          fly high, circling in wide span                        

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