Pelican Poems - Poems about Pelican

...There are pelican prints on this map the suspicious sea captain said. We all denied seeing a fowl using his desk, for we wanted our heads. He had a cutlass and was not afraid to use it on any of us......Read the rest...

...Pelican sighed with relief as she landed next to water She had been thirsty for a time, but now she was saved Water rose to the occasion, giving pelican the gift of life......Read the rest...

...I see them lurking around the streets with vicious eyes that are sinking deep; they are hungry for your flesh, and they are walking with blood pumped up in their chest. They have machete and long rif......Read the rest...

...I have invented a nonce nonsense form: the "dabble dactyl." A dabble dactyl starts out like a double dactyl, but forgets the rules and changes horses midstream. Anyone who prefers order to chaos shou......Read the rest...

...Longshanks drainpipe and whistle through the day. pterodactyls got it easy in this wide-open sky, they glide too far up to be real anymore. The beady-eyed slinkers that wriggle under our ploddin......Read the rest...

... I have mentioned this before…yes, it’s something many of you have heard… without my glasses…when I look around…my vision is quite blurred. I suppose that’s why in life…I love the color grey… w......Read the rest...

...There are pelican prints on this map the suspicious sea captain said. We all denied seeing a fowl using his desk, for we wanted our heads. He had a cutlass and was not afraid to use it on any of us......Read the rest...

...I sit still in my cabin listening to the robins sing and the warm air from the sun creeps under the door and filters its residue on the floor. I was tempted to sin but a strange emotions sets in and ......Read the rest...

...The morning dew spreads out on the grass adding moisture to the thirsty ground, the birds gather in the treetop flying around in curbs, and circling the interior of the earth. They are trying to ......Read the rest...

...On Catalina island’s shores time is lost in nature’s simplicity where sea breezes rustle languid palms sparse brown peaks cradle eagles’ nests and red foxes hide in dense mustard fields. As ......Read the rest...

...Carolyn is a fabric artist, she has a rare gift I watched her work, her fingers are swift She was making a wild flower the other day Colorful and pretty, it blew me away! The patterns were beau......Read the rest...

...May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life that have, for us, thus far accrued… and to begin each day with a word of thanks… and thoughts of gratitude. Today I an thankful for......Read the rest...

...Son, you’ll rise before the sun breaks its chains And work your father’s yard ‘til fingers strain! You will bow and drop your knee to the ground And soften your roar when grown folk around. ......Read the rest...

... "Ground Level Entry" “She fits the bill”, they say it insouciantly visions of being carried in the beak of a bilious pelican where it builds its rudimentary ne......Read the rest...

...The bayou sky flies a catfish moon over swamp gators And cottonmouth vipers. Accordions, fiddles, and rub board vests Make their ramble through the undergrowth hot on the trail Of a sultry midsu......Read the rest...