Bull Hawking


Bull Hawking Poems

1. Her Cowboy's Back 1/8/2015
2. Before Both Of Us Can Feel....Part 1 8/24/2014
3. Who's Kneeding Whom 12/13/2014
4. I Think I Owe You 10/23/2014
5. The Article Said 12/13/2014
6. Train To Past 12/13/2014
7. My Love For You 11/2/2014
8. Afterlife 1/16/2015
9. Smitten 12/13/2014
10. Beauty Power Treasure Mine 1/8/2015
11. New Poem 11/30/2014
12. Over? 12/10/2014
13. Regatta With The Wind 1/7/2015
14. What You Get For Christmas 12/23/2014
15. I'Ve Got A Mind Full Of You 12/19/2014
16. Maybe I Should Write A Dog Poem Too 10/22/2013
17. Listed 11/22/2013
18. Nothing Sadder 6/20/2014
19. End Of Line 6/20/2014
20. Down By The Rebar 8/4/2013
21. Mountain Cottage Valley 12/11/2014
22. Care 10/23/2014
23. Morgue 12/7/2014
24. Quiver Of Love 11/13/2014
25. Don'T Mind 12/19/2014
26. High Rise 12/15/2014
27. My Favorite Painter Is The Sky 12/28/2014
28. The Lights Are Still Up 12/28/2014
29. What To Do 1/5/2015
30. Drawing Me 1/7/2015
31. Your Place In My Heart 1/9/2015
32. Couldn'T Wait 1/12/2015
33. Need The Soil 10/3/2014
34. Her Humor 8/27/2014
35. Two Frogs Jumping Each Other @ Sueinlovey Creek 1/26/2015
36. This Could Have Been Written For You But It's Not 2/21/2015
37. Grateful For You 12/6/2013
38. Heading For Shade 8/27/2013
39. Silent Moon 9/13/2013
40. Funny Song With A Blithe Tune 11/7/2014
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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