Bull Hawking

Bull Hawking Poems

He could return waltzing like a lion
Chewing on a limp gazelle
Or like some twisted hero
Hauling heads with toothy grins
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I should have been afraid
afraid of loosing you
utopia was a topic
but my trop-ics were too few
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She kneeded a malleable man
One she could make an imprint on
Bend him shape him
Roll him in a ball
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If we could travel the magic train back

To sunny southern schoolyards
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I think I owe you a love song

And you know I can write one
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When we write a new poem it is only new

A short time
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The article said.....and I quote
Trans-fats are put in products
To increase their shelf life
But they decrease the
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The word morgue has always confused me.....a little

I mean what is there actually more of there
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9.

So it seems a little over now

The steam has surely cooled
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My love for you is exotic like

The Autumn orb that lights
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Every word you said contained a ping

Like the latter drops of rain
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I couldn't wait to get to you today
didn't mean to make us wait
To roll in candy paint
Then lick it off then faint
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I've been saving you for the afterlife
Cause you're what heaven ought to be
You're a buzzin hive o life...my love
Fulla flower powder and pure glee
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you picked me out of your man bouquet
but frog don't make floured croquette
i'm taking my cue's from our game of fool
_uiet is what these pockets will be
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This is word on page
Year of the word
Choose to be my caboose
I choose to be obtoose
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I'm a freightliner full of rocks
With no more place to dock
I wear the insignia of your inseam
On my blujeaned thigh
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Call this my song of thanksgiving
Let turkeys gobble away
My tank is full of thankfulness
over the day I met you
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Heading for that shrinking
Spot of shade
where we can sit
Where the slowing breeze
...

Silent moon and wan
What did we lose
Was it our fuse
Or was it pounds
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The 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 neck
Or on her waist even
He won't have to....
She's astraddle his middle
In a moment.....her cowboy's back

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