Bull Hawking


Bull Hawking Poems

1. In The Land 8/27/2013
2. Something I Wrote In Spring 8/4/2013
3. Flesh And Blood 8/30/2013
4. There Are No Endings 9/10/2013
5. Dark Abyss 9/13/2013
6. Bewitch Me 9/13/2013
7. Contempt For The Contemporary 9/13/2013
8. Sing A Song 4/17/2011
9. I Remember 7/12/2013
10. In The Morning 7/12/2013
11. To Kind Steps 7/12/2013
12. Seasons Change....So Do We 8/4/2013
13. Every Work 9/13/2013
14. To Bob-A-Louie-Louie 9/20/2013
15. I Used To Think 10/9/2013
16. Words 10/25/2013
17. Every Day 11/15/2013
18. Gum Tree Stars 11/22/2013
19. The Skating Minister 4/2/2014
20. Closer To Being 4/24/2014
21. Every Year 6/19/2014
22. Babes Keep Begging......The Question 8/19/2014
23. If Only Truth Was Simple...Part 2 Of Another Poem 8/22/2014
24. Bleery Eyes 8/22/2014
25. Don'T Have To Believe 8/22/2014
26. She Pruned 8/24/2014
27. Some People 9/5/2014
28. Once Upon A Clock 10/3/2014
29. Unless You'Re A Grave 10/3/2014
30. Don'T Laugh 10/3/2014
31. When Your Lover 10/3/2014
32. All The World 10/3/2014
33. Make The World Go Round 10/21/2014
34. Alone City 10/21/2014
35. This Poem 10/21/2014
36. What Is It For 10/22/2014
37. When She's 87 10/23/2014
38. I Used To 10/24/2014
39. If Life 10/24/2014
40. My Gift 10/24/2014
Best Poem of Bull Hawking

Her Cowboy's Back

He could return waltzing like a lion
Chewing on a limp gazelle
Or like some twisted hero
Hauling heads with toothy grins
Still streaming red
Or like a smallish child
Who lost mama in a market mingle mile

Instead he comes on horseback
in an amber flannel shirt...dirty hat
bent to hell and back
With that whiskey shootin' grimace of a smile
She'll watch him stirrup down
While gettin' out his rope
She's amazed to see his lariat
Go round and round
Is it limber is it stiff
Starts it slow then spins it up and down
He wouldn't put that on her ...

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Down By The Rebar

I took a drink
Right then I begin to sink
Like a hammer drivin' pylons
Thoughts hit my brain
I think
And bridge a chasm
I stand on a brink
Pour is poor insubstantial concrete
Break it up you're dreamin'
In a simi-solid world

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