Art Hawk Poems

    Talk about strutting your tail-feathers, 
and using your assets to get what you want,
when calling card
is no gambit or bluff to...

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On this mountaintop I sit
In solitude reclined –

For such a heightened lift
Soul-weary did I climb
The world foresworn – a bit
(My aching heart inclined)

A flowing form...

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Mountain, so mystical and sacred place
Covered by lush forest and grass carpet
Where flora and fauna grows abundantly
Beneath your skin are vastful minerals and treasures

You have...

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Amidst Mystic’s art and craft show last May I was wandering.
By a stall with wildlife photos malingering,
Where my new beau Greg caught me beaming. 
A...

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The mighty Chief Hawk Eye
Rests under this ancient tree
All his weapons lost
Ignores the sounds of English guns
His heart heavy with his people’s sorrow
Plays his flute...

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