The Revered and the Forgotten
colorful young flamingo
hailed by the moniker Domingo
toast of garden parties
mingling with elite in tepid lakes
narcissistic moments
enraptured by his own image
“pretty bird, pretty bird,”
gloater extraordinaire muses
confident in his precious plumage
wasting not one thought on aging
Rutherford, maligned buzzard worn by years
sports a motley crown
grateful for foul carcasses
decomposing on forgotten trails
outcast of society’s habitats
ignored by elegant songbirds
“hah,” murmurs the self-deprecator
well acquainted with limitations
no lofty goals has he to reach
just fear of what is yet to be
flocks without likeness, doomed never to merge
in tempestuous solitude, buzzard sings a dirge
January 18, 2018
For Anthony's "Buzzards and Flamingos" Contest
In life's' living gutter
I stutter and mutter
Eventually i falter
And did alter
The very life's' meter
That controls the matter
A bitter - like better
That butters the fighter
And makes him go higher
I needed a master
Who'll help my desire
And make me grow
stronger
Who is not a quitter
Even though i falter
And litter my letter
With words of a gloater
He'll bring me hither
Oh! just like a father
But i found another
Relative or father
Linked to my ancestor
Acting as the elevator
Taking me to the apex
floor
Terminator of the
imitator
And Creator the
inspirator
In the Orator
I found a MENTOR