Buzzards Poems - Poems about Buzzards

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...

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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...

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

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Buzzards wheel over town hunt roadkill...

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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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buzzards circling police detectives swarm the arm field ripe with death...

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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? ...

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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 ... real?? then the buzzards join in, hopping spinning and jostling with...

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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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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...

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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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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...

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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 the littered ground of rotting death and debris all around flamingos...

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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...

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

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