Short Pelicans Poems
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Sumac burns bluffside
White Pelicans unfurl flight
River fog cloaks me
Three pelicans and a moose
Seated on a lowly blue beam
Each takin a can of cool cider
Trying to quench their thirst
Hoping to hide away the hurt
pelican or unicorn? Hard to choose.
Just pick one said my cousin, you can’t lose.
Pelicans interviewed in threes and twos.
Unicorn came in wearing my husband’s shoes.
winter bears sharp fangs
white pelicans migrate south ~
they return in spring
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Date written: 08/03/2021
fall leaves age to brown
white pelicans migrate south
ghost of winter lurks
Date written and submitted: 11/06/2019
I Am Missing You
I am missing the seas rolling waves
And the light spray upon my face
Clear blue skies above my head
The pelicans quick plunge
Sand between my toes
Looking for shells
Sunrise walks
Sunsets’
Kiss
Pelicans crack me up, they waddle like Aunt Bea
But they're much more agile, they can also fly free
Aunt Bea jumps then crashes
On her multitude of fat asses
Methinks she's seen better days when she was three
A large mass of pelicans
grace the waters
of fort loramie lake
in mid-march
a sign of springs coming
large orange beaks hang
off small white
stubby necks
as they parade across
calm waters
gliding graciously
in unison
Witless Willy
5 lines i'm told will fit alright
but words they fail to fit just right
slap under the ear2 spark the wit
but will witless Willy manage it
dodge pelicans tonight
Don Johnson
When things go white
5 lines down
These fallon pelicans, given pre-eminence amid this world it's moment in time
Deceptive, their worthless plumes; fixations weaving in and out, hellionistic hues
Led by the prince of what soon shall be, what was; your waning dreams ? Romulus.
Form:
hum
of wind
turns to growl
as November
closes out Autumn.
white pelicans
migrate south.
winter
nigh
Pelicans fly side by side
royal in their stately glide
waxing eloquent at sea
drafting skies and feeling free.
Side of heaven here on earth
glide in glorious rebirth
sea of summertime, so fair
free from worry, without care.
Written on 3/15/2019
It's an elaborate placid scene
Surfers are decorating the sea
As pelicans glide through the sky
The waves gently roll in and subside
The breeze is therapeutically inclined
To soothe the soul and the mind
This is the pleasure that one finds
In the fascination of his design
It was as if
the veneer of a morning
split open and six pelicans
flew out through the crack
carrying the light
of another world,
bright gold upon every wing
and passing overhead
had me bathed
in a moment until
they flew back
into their world,
leaving me to mine.
A flock of pelicans gather around,
huddling on a treetop, bathed in moonlight,
hoping safety in numbers would be found,
as predators stalk prey throughout the night,
when weary wings hesitate to take flight.
Living in the now, these birds have no fear,
each heart trusting that sol will soon appear.
Melancholy
The sky was blue today
And some pelicans were soaring above
Some clouds skipped along on high
And the air was full of love
For we are here in this precious world
Made for us in all its worth
Please count your blessings each one
And remember those who who have left this earth.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Old pelican
Perched atop
A railing at the end
Of Sunny Isles pier
His wings spread
His body teetering
In a salty breeze
As if in mid-flight
Stationary
But with all the motion
Of the universe
Rushing about him
Like a propeller
Whirling
And steering
In the currents of the sea
Yet absent a ship to thrust.
Autumn
Trees bare of leaves
Woods aflame with color
The spectre of winter draws near
Mother Earth steadily growing older
White pelicans migrating south
Flower petals start to wilt
Soothing cool breeze
Autumn
Date written and posted: 10/14/2018
I walk barefoot on the beach
Where the water greets the land.
Waves with their wet fingers reach,
Then retreat from where I stand.
White foam fizzles on the sand.
I pick up some rocks and shells,
Watch the shorebirds dive and fly
As the ocean ebbs and swells,
Plovers skitter, seagulls cry,
Soundless pelicans glide by.
8/3/2017
Through a bathroom mirror
a naked ape looks
at its reflection.
Waiting for coffee,
reading fridge magnets,
I'm surprised how interesting
the world is
when stamped into rubber decals.
Until now I've avoided
talking to myself.
I nod at a graphic depiction
of pelicans crap-bombing California.
"Yea," I say, rubbing my chin,
"go for it."
On a winter's day by the sea,
Endless blue skies to see.
Rays of the sun, gentle and kind,
Foamy waves, a rhythmic grind.
Soft, wet sand with footstep traces,
Unspoken tales of varied faces.
Seagulls watch, pelicans glide,
Ocean’s beauty surrounds the site.
Satisfying warmth in a lovely stroll,
Oceanaire’s chilly embrace sooths the soul.
Celebrate!!
Oil for all!!
Bring a cup
Have your fill!!
Black gold for all!!
Pelicans are oil coated,
Ready to fry!
Black moon sand is
Free for all!!
The oil is still
Lingering on
Alaska's shore
Twenty-one years later
Clean up of the
Exxon-Valdez spill, still not clean!!
Dear politicians please help!!!
The oil still flows like black death!
When I woke up last night,
anxious with worries,
I tried to remember the pelicans:
fifty white birds
snowed on a gravel bar
in the lake.
The trees on the bluffs were golden,
and the pelicans sat
under inky November sky,
preened with their great beaks
to prepare for the journey,
oblivious of our presence.
And the miracle
soothed my heart.
12/4/2017
the quay is where he sat.
deep in thought, he speaks out.
“my money is my clout.”
he rise and walks.
the quayside beacons him.
the pelicans he hears.
he ponders his past years.
the muse was sent.
his journey to pier lands;
he sits to disembark.
the singing of the larks
brings deep thinking.
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PENNED ON JULY 08, 2014!
I saw it when I was there,
Dolphins jumping through
there shadows with the light
of sunset behind them.
Pelicans flying low as war planes
heading for there summit.
Hummingbirds taking time with
rapid winged flutters,to taste
the nectar of flowers.
I owned the moment,a steaming cup of coffee,
shoreline fog and the finger of waves crawling
toward me taking me to a purpose,taking me to life.