Life’s a Bull Ride (NaPoWriMo 2017-Day 20)

“…our (optional) prompt for the day. Today, I challenge you to write a poem that incorporates the vocabulary and imagery of a specific sport or game. Your poem could invoke chess or baseball, hopscotch or canasta, Monopoly or jai alai. The choice is yours!”


Most days life’s a bull ride.

You wake up stiff, tape your

Wrist, elbow, shoulder, knee, ankle,

Ribs—whatever’s sore.

Pull on your boots, wear lucky shirt, socks

Don protective vest…helmet

Optional…how lucky are your socks?

Climb in the chute

Try to get a firm seat:  bull

Standing square, hopefully

Still beneath you—not

Fighting, wanting to leap over the top.

Tie your hand tight in the rope

Sticky, well-rosined…

No chance it’ll come loose

Cost you the ride, qualifying points.

Screw your hat down good

Tuck your chin—pray, take

Quick breath—nod your head so

The gate man knows you’re ready—

“Buck ‘im!”—chute opens.

Stay forward on the bull

Your eyes between his horns, ears—

Don’t get jerked back on your pockets.

Keep your free arm high

Use your core strength, don’t

Clench with your knees.

Spur if you can—more points from the judge;

And show a little flash, style

If your bull’s not too juicy—

Bounding high as the fence

Turning left right, no signal lights

Pitching, lurching back on himself—

If the ride’s going well.

Bottom line:  Stay On

Ride till you hear the 8-second buzzer or

Your head hits the dirt

Then get up fast, don’t let him run

Over you—bullfighters risk their own skins

To help you get away clean.

Try to crawl to the fence at least

If you’re needing medical assist—

If not, tip your hat to the blurry crowd

Maybe they’ll cheer, shout your name.

Most days life’s a bull ride

Fans scanty, just you and God.

Either way, if you’ve survived

You get to do it again tomorrow…

Good luck, old Pard ~

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