Two Buzzards (5/7/5) (poem) by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on September 2, 2009

and a very marvelous haiku to you too Karla -- poor turkey buzzards, another of God's creatures misunderstood by man -- peace and love my dear friend -- Jon Michael

Reviewed by Mary Patterson

Reviewed on August 28, 2009

Great write... Thats how haiku should be written.. I've goota take lessons from you!...M

Reviewed by Kate Clifford

Reviewed on August 26, 2009

Hey their just doing the job nature give them :-) Good write.

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on August 26, 2009

This one made me chuckle, Karla. Cute and ominous. Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on August 25, 2009

Buzzards must eat too
Or they can't fly your air show
Death provides the means

Classy poem and Picture Karla. Patrick

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on August 24, 2009

Very well said my dear Karla. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose

Reviewed by J'nia Fowler

Reviewed on August 24, 2009

Excellent photo and Ku 2. Hugs, J'nia

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on August 24, 2009

well said!

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on August 24, 2009

Love that pic, StormSpinner. And when I read your title, I thought you were writing about that old Canadian Buzzard!

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on August 24, 2009

Karla, this is excellent as is your photo!

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on August 24, 2009

Jude said it perfectly, no mood...just consequences.

Georg

Reviewed by Michelle Mead

Reviewed on August 23, 2009

I agree with John, excellent :) This reminded me of Makai and I watching some hawks and thinking about what they were circling to catch.

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on August 23, 2009

Karla,
Excellent, simply excellent.

John

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on August 23, 2009

nature's appetite has no mood only consequence ...

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on August 23, 2009

Very nice. You captured the moment well.

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on August 23, 2009

yesterday my wife and I saw this one buzzard on the ground and there was nothing there for him to eat, weird looking bird, I see them almost everyday on the way to work, good one Karla,cheers

Reviewed by Michael Guy

Reviewed on August 23, 2009

wow, you do write insightful -ku. There must be some zen in U. Never thought of that metaphor...

Reviewed by Dallas D'Angelo-Gary

Reviewed on August 23, 2009

Nicely done, Karla. Death does, indeed, ruin the mood.

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on August 23, 2009

Well done, Karla.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on August 23, 2009

I have never seen these much demeaned birds but they have given most of us kids bad dreams from the old movies. lol

fee

Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen

Reviewed on August 23, 2009

Karla this is great, natures way of cleaning up things. The Lord in all his wisdom knows what he is doing
In Christs Love
Michelle!

Reviewed by Tom poesyco.th@gmail.com

Reviewed on August 23, 2009

KARLA - WELL DONE!

Reminds me of lyrics from a Boy Scout song - "That Good Ole Mountain Dew" -

"... the buzzards in the sky get so dizzy they can't fly,
from smellin' that good ole mountain dwe ..."

peace - Tom.

Reviewed by Juliet Waldron

Reviewed on August 23, 2009

Kings of soaring, these guys, and yet, as you say, something's dead somewhere. A lovely Haiku--thanks for sharing!

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on August 23, 2009

I prefer to think of them as nature's refuse removal service. In fact, they do a much better service for the environment than we do, utilizing that which would otherwise polute our planet. Gotta love the end of the food chainers and the bottom feeders. Nice write, Karla, complex, saying much in few words.

Take care,

Sherry

Reviewed by Cindy Tuttle

Reviewed on August 23, 2009

Yes, it is sad, however death is a new life. A new begining. So-maybe not so bad. Thanks Karla.

With Love,
Cindy

Reviewed by Barbara Terry

Reviewed on August 23, 2009

I should have read this one first, LOL, because now I have to find a happy poem to get rid of the image of the buzzards circling around a dead corpse. Stupid buzzards, why can't they come out when the sky is dark with rain? Oh well. Thank you for sharing this.

May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and who love you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on August 23, 2009

Those DARN buzzards! Always have to get in the way of pretty checkered blue skies! LOL Excellent 'ku, Karla; and the piccy is great, too! Very well penned/imaged; brava!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn (the biggest buzzard around! LOLOLOL). :D

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on August 23, 2009

A most visual haiku Karla...well done
peace, Carole~

Reviewed by Ray { The Great Canadian Buzzard }

Reviewed on August 23, 2009

Sorry my cousins ruined your mood :)
Try to have a good day anyway
The Canadian Buzzard

Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper

Reviewed on August 23, 2009

Agreeing with Jerry, buzzards do serve a good purpose; they keep dead animals cleared from the roadsides. But aside from analyzing, your haiku does make one think just what you wrote when we see them circling in the sky.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on August 23, 2009

Ah, but death is their forte, my dear Karla.