Bull(A) Poems - Poems about Bull(A)

... On my walk the other morning…the moon wasn’t quite full yet… and I was lucky enough to see her about an hour before she set. A cloud formation…one I hadn’t seen before…appeared before my eyes. ......

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...Rod Andersons Speech, Kerry Valley protest 2012... I want to be clear, i don’t want to be arrested today. I’ve bee......

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...Arrogant hornless bull from farm roots Dressing in dapper gentlemanly tweed suits Topping his shirt with a gorgeous striped tie Some of the cows in the pen say “my oh my!” What is it about a su......

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...1..A rusty door-nail leaks a drying crust. 2..The taint of copper pennies. 3.Salt licking the scars of the unhealed. 4..A sunset burning dry corn. 5.Eyes bruised by anger. 6.Lips cut by stinging......

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...T’was dry the spring with thunderstorms that rumbled across dry; most every day was under sun or star filled sky, the grass had burnt off early; hay mowed this year was scarce, closed paddocks sav......

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...A fool matador by name of El Cid Could not control either ego or id Turned his back on the bull Felt a rude tug, hard pull Two horns split his tights down the seams, they did One should ne......

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...All around the horn and neatly placed inside. A battle of the fittest, a chance to seek a bride. The mythical Cornucopia, a consecrated piece. Sought by all the Gods, a broken horn from a beast. ......

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...Across the ridges, flats and ranges, in print, on radio and stages, you may hear this tale wherever you may go. Sometimes a stranger may confide, about that famous ride, in the rodeo at Mildura's ......

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...Foetal feet kicked fortresses releasing archaic tome's of reason. Would one really laugh at a painted toenail? Dusty Devine knowledge occurs in every era. But swept by caretakers whose bodies like ca......

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...Patricia McCormic – Bullfighter A bull, a sword, a big red cape A cheering crowd, a girly shape She was the first back in her day A Matador, the best they’d say At least among the girls back then Fo......

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...Up before dawn, a feeling has drawn You into the mountain and trees. Till the silence within, upon the whispering wind A chime of bugles tease the breeze. That majestic call, that is heard each ......

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