Condor Poems - Poems about Condor

When you ask about my trip, what will I say? That the river waters are milky azure, surging from melting glaciers Glaciers pressing through granite masses So huge they might be clouds held tightly in valleys of fearful peaks. I’ll mention a rolling waterfall, not tumbling or churning, But a smooth turquoise roll without break or boulder to mar its...

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Marvelous to see a condor soar unlike the ghoul when landed and picking -- master of thermals! dark lord of demise -- which makes me more profoundly consider his tearing beak, and vacant, soulless eyes imagining now, a higher purpose, loftier reason for his seeming casual glides -- dripping red, making bleeding sunsets~ exposing man's many elevated truths (righteousness we use to impale one another) as splatters of bloody lies...

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A condor in the window Lilting to one side Favoring the throat not yet marked. Cain’s hand—colder Than described. A star on frosted glass. There is light beneath the crystals It powers the melting. Oasis half-waded. A waif to the roar of dusk I open all the closed doors, Remove the drafting animals. It is a runway of cornflowers. The condor’s tongue swells Until it fills his jagged mouth. Eye...

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My sky friend knew the glistening wound would Prove fatal as my faith pulled Itself to the side of the highway to die Among that patch of diesel blooms and Pull tabs. He did not weep for me. He knew as I do...

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Ghostly figure in white Wearing the oni mask Softly plays the heavenly jade xiao gleaming in the moonlight Underneath the peach blossom trees A sweet fragrance in the air Near the pagoda waits Like a Ghost in the night Playing the song of the sea and waves On haunted isle While peach blossoms swirl around Eastern evil waits patiently Awaiting the day his daughter comes...

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Fly! Fly! Fly! my friend, sail wide, see those that see no more. Trust your sight, given, still the curiosity, of existing borders, cross those, the ones we have forgotten. Seek the wonders, offered, the ones that I have ignored. Pass your adventures onto myself, the dream, which I seek, needed to withstand the loss,...

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I fly, alone, powerful, high up in the skies Wondering at what makes clouds grey At what makes the land green At what does there be for me, except the carrying of my duty I fly, alone, powerful, wanting to be deaf at humanity's cries When, I do see that blindly, people do go on their way While being consciously mean While...

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Ten thousand years ago he roamed free He was king of the sky on both coasts Now his kind is just clinging to life Only about 160 birds left to boast Lead poisoning led to his decline That, and the predation of man Now, sadly, he's raised in a cage Protected as much as we can With a wing span of up to...

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El Condor Pasa means Flight of the Condor Song preformed by Simon and Garfunkel ...

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El Condor........... Flying This snowscape High flight High escape Mountain light This solitary flying Wind sighing Mountain light Andean flight El Condor Soaring high Andean home Flying alone Hear the moan Of Incan wind Hear it sigh El Condor This Incan wind blows Andean mountain snows The Inca have now gone El Condor Temple of...

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