THE HAWKMAN

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    My muse said "write something about Old Man Wyoming"

    THE HAWKMAN

     Is the Hawkman still a boozer?  Still a full-time loser?
    Is the house your father built still standing,
    Does your mama still love Old Man Wyoming?
    Do you still get stoned on Thursdays?
           Is everything still the same?
    How do you keep from going insane?

    Claire, I'm aching inside and I don't know why --
    This morning I woke up just to cry.
    I'm all empty and crazy inside --
           all I want to do is run and hide.
    There are times I wish I'd never taken that bus -
    We were gonna find our place, the two of us.
    Have you found satisfaction?  I know,
           what's with all the questions --
    You could always see right through me,
    At all the dreams that could not be.

    Is the Hawkman still a boozer?  Still a full-time loser?
    Is everything still the same?
    How do you keep from going insane?

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    gmcookie commented on THE HAWKMAN

    10-23-2010

    Nena, I consider myself to be a political refugee from Kansas. It would have been death for me to stay, so I ran away and never looked back. And thank God I did! Instead of working some factory job in Wichita I had a colorful and rewarding life. Sometimes we have to run to hold on to our sanity. There is no shame in that. In fact, it's a badge of honor. This poem resonates with me in ways I can't even begin to express. It pulls me in. I identify with it's characters. It makes me think the Hawkman should have run when he was still young enough to get away. A brilliant write, my friend.
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    NenaT

    11/02/2010

    Thank you, cookie.

    ginga commented on THE HAWKMAN

    06-27-2010

    Neva, I love this story, it takes humanity and shares an instance in the lives of these characters. ty ginga
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    klassik commented on THE HAWKMAN

    01-08-2010

    this sounds like those down home blues " I woke up just to cry" great write!
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    NenaT

    03/16/2010

    Thank you, klassik. It does give a blues-y feel, doesn't it?

    Tempestlady commented on THE HAWKMAN

    11-21-2009

    Written like a song from memories and days gone by. How do I get in touch wih this muse? Keep on keepin on....Tempestlady
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    NenaT

    03/16/2010

    He is great. He throws snippets at me...a word here, a phrase there...and eventually, a poem forms around them.

    gmcookie

    10/23/2010

    Nena, you're lucky. You have a gentle muse. Sometimes mine just walks up and slaps me across the face with a 10 pound cod fish...

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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