Long Flamingos Poems
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Awful avocados always
Breathe bitter blue breaths
Craving cardinal’s Christmas carols
Ditching deliberate dungarees during
Elusive extraterrestrial escapades.
Forsaking fitful Floridian flamingos,
Getting gaudy, gratuitous gnarly gifts,
Herewith having hilarious hefty hallucinations,
Imagining India’s illustrious indigo ideologies.
Jackals jerry-rigging jealous junking jackalopes
Kangaroos kissing kindly,
Lamenting lovebirds likely leering
Meandering muddobbers making merry,
Nevertheless necessary negotiations
Ostentatiously overhauling orange ostriches
Private parties practically prancing,
Quiet questions quickly questioning
Ripe red russets revolving rapidly
Sensing secretive shadows shyly
Traveling through trickier times,
Underlings ultimately understanding
Variegated virgins vitality
Waxing willfulness whilst
‘xacting ‘xtra ‘xciting
Yarned yellow youthfulness yipping young
Zesty zipper zings zealously, zapping zebras.
on her lawn
four pink plastic flamingos
peak above a March snowbank
twisted forms caught in forlorn evasion
beak-body contortions like wrestlers resilient
in pretzel formation
unmanageable remnants of warmer days
denied the dignity of upright
plastic muck ups, a nostalgic weep of summer
wishing a solar Florida footing
their caught spirit of iced- playfulness
a pink flamboyance
teasing an icy surface
four plastic birds, frozen status
kitsch defensive
misplaced images like on-line love
wing swept longing
to flee this barren snowbank
nudging a tardy spring's erosion
with its courtship fringes
Poem posted April 13, 2023
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 the lovely pink birds
glowing, dark, angular shapes
I'm perplexed ... but hypnotized, I go with it
my mind picturing a fantasy land of odd animals
a steel drum paradise of music, green liqueur, and dancers
sublime women with latte' skin and palm skirts
twirling, shaking, kicking their legs
tossing hips and limbs in sensual syncopation
one special lady quite near to my table
whose face I recognize, and movements captivate
page-boy haircut and gold-flecked brown eyes
peasant blouse, off-the-shoulders
pleated, plaid mini and ruby-red Blahnik pumps
that bring attention to the watercolor tattoos on her calves
her left leg, chocolate turkey vultures
and on the right, three gorgeous pink flamingos
I finish my absinthe, smiling
pick up another square glass of the Green Fairy
and begin to sip ...
cold, cloudy … smooth.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Buzzards and Flamingos" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausin, Judge & Sponsor.
Flamingos pink and perky love wading in the glades,
Lazing on white sand beaches you'll see tourists on display.
Oranges grow in groves off'ring juicy sweet splendor,
Rainy days combust into lightning flash and thunder.
Interesting marine life, such as Manatees, dwell here,
Days of blazing sunshine draw many Snowbirds near.
Alligators do abound - just want to make that clear!
To sum it up, Florida can be a tropical paradise.
A great place to live if you don't like snow and ice.
3/26/14
(For those of you unfamiliar with the term "Snowbirds": It's the nickname for the Northerners
who come spend their winters in Florida's warmer climate)
A buzzard from his vantage point of sweeping lofty heights
Enjoyed a cornucopia of captivating sights.
He soared above the rolling hills, the meadows and ravines,
His bird's-eye-view encompassed ocean blues and forest greens.
But once, a splash of colour made his sharp-eyed vision blink;
A stunning apparition dressed in fine flamboyant pink.
And like a ballerina it performed a pirouette
Then took a slow bow downwards as the sun began to set.
A beautiful flamingo in a lake of cobalt blue
Had brought a touch of magic to a buzzard's scenic view.
15/01/19
'Buzzards And Flamingos Poetry Contest' : sponsored by Anthony Slausin
2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 18 Mark Toney : 3/13/2019 N/A
Na Re-Run Poetry Contest : Sponsored by John Hamilton
22.06.19
“In serene nature the sailor in me sails on winds of ecstasy
toward divine tranquility.” – By Poet
In the enchanting emerald landscape
the terrain undulates like jade waves
in the panorama of pristine cadence,
the entrenched elegance of earthen embrace
shapes a serene lake.
Sublimely sprawling and sparkling,
its radiant sapphire face looks up
toward the cerulean sky,
entranced by its reflection.
The serenading southern breeze
whispers a mesmerizing music
to the dancing ripples,
waltzing toward the supine shore
with intensely passionate rhythm.
The glitter of the rising sun
shines on the slithering shadows of trees,
lining the contours of the bending banks,
imaged on the tranquil fluid mirror.
The wavering lotus leaves afloat,
oscillate with pulsating fervor,
the full bloom scarlet flush of flower
makes the collage of a fiery tapestry
with the feathers of flaming flamingos.
Their ballerina legs wade
in transparent water with avian grace,
their supple napes swivel
in an artistic show of aquatic ballet.
In the hypnotic gleam of the setting sun,
I watch enthralled the opera in the lake.
____________
March 16, 2023
Word chosen : Lake
Contest : Writing Challenge - "L" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
I called to the monkey who wore a pinstriped suit,
Found out the giraffe and hippo are mute.
Saw a man stare at a lemur 'til dark,
Like he was waiting for some kind of spark.
The leaves fell from trees, an impressive display,
So I waved my arms like I made it that way.
A woman made comment to me, "Don’t be silly,"
As a flamingo tapped by, all dressed up and frilly.
Sun-bear, lions, and kangaroo too,
A gorilla looked like he had nothing to do.
Sunning themselves, no care in the world,
While a shoebill gave my head quite the whirl.
A man with some popcorn meant for a snack,
Tossed some to pigeons—who launched an attack!
He zigzagged away, arms flailing in dread,
Yelling, “They pooped on my head!” as he fled.
A grandma danced by the penguin parade,
Imitating the shuffle those little ones made.
They watched for a moment, then gave her a glance,
And waddled behind her to join in the dance.
I stretched with a yawn, gave one last glance,
At flamingos mid-strut and a penguin dance.
With a heart full of wonder and shoes full of dirt,
I left the zoo grinning, my cheeks kinda hurt
cannot sleep
have to walk through the dark
to find myself
Sunup arrives
trundled out by painted clouds
for a melting instant
flamingos dance across
a shivering horizon
the day will warm its face
by thawing its smoky breath
on the back of a sleeping groundhog
by running bare
through creaky bushes
after all it is summer
the drizzle
will soon stop seeping
from new filled lakes
dry its sodden dreams
on drowsy leafage
the new sky roams around
for a while
adrift in its shadow landscape
then it slips through a gap in the fence
gleaming out
startled by its own revealing
Mitch the mallard stood tall on his stilts,
wobbling proudly between the reeds~
he’d heard that height was fashion
in the flock of long-legged breeds.
He’d fastened a pink cape behind him
to match the flamingo crowd,
hoping they’d nod approvingly
and whisper, “He fits in—how proud!”
But the flamingos blinked politely,
their heads tilted in gentle doubt.
They liked him fine as a mallard~
no cape or stilts required to stand out.
So he let the cape fall gently,
and the stilts drift from his side;
and instantly the flamingos swooped
to snatch them in a rosy row.
They strutted off in grand parade,
one flamingo floundered pink and proud
his cape billowing like a sail~
“Behold! I’m the tallest, I do declare!”
The Buzzard and Flamingo--
A wading bird, stance on one leg, so beautiful...
Flamingo--
chiefly soars in the air birds of prey
broad wings carnivorous, eater of dead things, distinguish
Buzzard--
Phoenicopteridae yet still one legged stance
nowhere to go
Flamingo--
large hawk of the genus hawk-like broad wings and a rounded tail seen soaring in wide circles black-breasted whaz-up
Buzzards--
paler white tinged with pink colour feathers glow
ah! awesome beautiful bird...
Flamingo--
both heads high one on land other in skies
The Buzzard and Flamingo--
1/12/19
Buzzards and Flamingos Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin