Short Buzzard Poems
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lone buzzard drifting
along steady wind currents
locates fresh roadkill
written August 22, 2021
A buzzard circles slowly
gliding across the
forest, his
home
The sun shines shadows
rolling across these
fatigued hills
forever
moist raccoon remnants
freshly murdered this morning
by a passing car
wild knows wild
a turkey buzzards sweet feast
tasty road kill stew
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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falcon
hawk
vulture
eagle?
no matter
rooster sounds the alarm
chickens scatter
clucking up a storm
uh-oh
I note the red head
turkey buzzard
something is dead
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
At the tight end of a rope,
tied on a scraggly oak.
Rode Broken Nose Mc Ghee,
a known cattle thief.
With a crack of a whip,
The hangman's knot gripped.
Swinging buzzard feed,
Was Broken Nose Mc Ghee.
teeny tiny field mouse did not have a chance there
eagle-eyed red headed buzzard spotted him from the air
swooped down, then took mouse up to fifteen thousand feet
making him into a squirming wiggly tasty treat
They dip into ur mess
2 add 2 the stress
The ones that they caused
Because of their flaws
They're afraid 2 admit
Because they know the natural hit
The hit that'll bring the truth
That'll restore their youth!
flamingo boa
buzzard with a fashion knack
pink is the new black
January 10th 2018
Buzzards and Flamingos Poetry Contest
Anthony Slausin
When the air piles on the land
and makes mirages in the sand,
and there is no cup or blotter
to hold an ounce of water,
and you can no longer stand,
that's when I'll go flapping by,
your friendly buzzard in the sky.
The locusts yet screech after dawn
While the buzzard cackles from his perch
The red sun's inflamed in the morn
Snarled traffic pauses to lurch...
Staring into the abyss of an angry rush hour
~ Workers from home take a shower
Buzzard drifting high among the clouds
Little effort, it seems, propelling him in circles
Wondering what he can see far below
I’ve always been told something has died~~
A plausible explanation.
written September 10, 2021
Stop!
The madness croons
The crushing nothingness of it
Silence!
The buzzard squelchs
The razor wire of loathing emptiness
Cease!
The apprehension glances
The acquittal of the hostage
Expire!
The rising spirit
The bloodied field deserted
Form:
Heavy frost, below freezing tempertures
Have denuded some trees
The pale pink running roses frozen sure
No longer the flutter or buzz of bees
Winter winds only thing to endure
Heavy over hanging clouds dampness
A lone buzzard flies
Irony spring buds adorn trees...
Airmail via turkey buzzard, why not? Someone didst ask.
They are so ugly with their posteriors awful, decreed Cousin Mask.
But they can fly, so they avoid the traffic, which puts them in a great mood.
And best of all, they do not want money, all they want is fresh bloody food.
The noise and the grime
the mushrooming crime
junkies and beggars abound
Strange folks in your face
steal your car, spray some mace
Who wants to vacation downtown ...
This year I'll cede culture
to the buzzard and vulture
as in soft meadows I lie
in the midst of death-
lichens come to life
(moniku)
this summer morning-
azalea perfume hints
& yellows the lawn
(hiku)
with buzzard on high
o'er fields prairie dry
walnut ripen in husks
the afternoon turns to dusk
(quatrain)
There was a buzzard who lived in a tree
Behind the medical shop, cute was he
Surveying our town
Such a funny clown
No, just dead limb the highest one you see
Two old people totally mistaken
No way this bird will eat any bacon
For it's not a bird
Just our vision blurred
Figure it out, yes, we are so shaken
He soars to the sky;
a lady bird is watching,
so while plummeting,
he twists magnificently;
not quite an “old” buzzard yet
Tall necks upward stretch.
Long slender legs start to move.
Synchronization
is the flamingo’s tune when
the beach becomes a dance floor.
Jan. 21, 2019 for Anthony Slausin's Buzzards And Flamingos Poetry Contest
Grief is a poison
Invading my soul
Trying to consume me
Like a buzzard
Pecking away at my flesh
Like a fire
Burning out of control
Grief is a poison
Encompassing my life
Gripping my heart
Slowly tearing it apart
Grief is a poison
That I must endure
It is the price I must pay
For having loved you
Death has taken you
I submit to this poison
The elderly root went a court’n today
I saw him with a heart, as he went on his way
I wondered who he was going to try to seduce.
Could it be the old Tony Twins? They were way out of juice.
He tipped his hat and gave me a wink.
I know my face turned incredibly pink.
How do you do, you adorable sweet pea!
My goodness! This old buzzard was trying to court me!
A leaf detaches
From some resplendent, green twig.
All Summer shudders!
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The wind calling out,
Like a high, mewing buzzard,
Behind nearby hills.
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Winter came around...
Slipping in beneath the door
As I lit the fire.
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a sparrow with a towel
dried the feathers of an owl
while a wren with a felt-tipped pen
coloured in a sleeping hen
then a magpie poked the eye
of a buzzard and made him cry
when a rook with an adventure book
started reading to an eager duck
and a siskin sat next to a finch
as a hungry eagle raided the fridge
all were trying their very best
to fit inside the tiny nest
I watch the buzzard soar
Not a wing beat for a mile or more
Majestic in natural flight
A call that owns the skies
A carrion hunter it’s true
Living on a knife edge unlike me and you
Each day prey has to be found
Each day survival hard is bound
I watch the buzzard soar
It amazes each time the more
As much of nature as you or I
Majestic raptor soaring through the sky.