POEMVEMBER 2018-DAY 30:“Enchantment Under The Sea”

Enchanted Ocean Front Property

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“Enchantment Under The Sea”

The sky is falling.

The water is rising.

Leaders of men,

Are constantly lying.

Knowledge derided,

Reason eschewed,

Scientific advancement,

Set back, a century or two.

Citizens beaten,

Apathetic, deflated.

Sensible legislation,

is not even debated.

How did we get to this place,

If you please?

A gradual decline,

Or traveling light speed?

What is projected,

A century?

A quarter?

Before most of our homes are underneath water?

The naysayers doubt,

The naysayers scoff.

A silver tongued devil,

Hides all the proof of,

Data and scientific speculation,

Of things that will happen,

To most of our nation.

What will it take to believe?

A hurricane season,

With storms A-Z?

More extensive forest fires,

Coastal cities inundated,

An impotent Congress,

That forgot what debate is.

What will it cost?

What will it be?

A future Enchantment Under the Sea.

Perhaps, we’ll grow gills,

Adapt and move on.

Nah, we deserve what is coming.

We brought all of it on.

Hubris, and excess,

Exploitation, and greed.

Elected officials,

Unwilling to speak,

Against special interests,

And big industry.

Fake news, and diversions,

Mealey mouthed duplicity.

There is nothing enchanting,

About living under the sea.

Unless of course,

You’re able to breathe.

One thing for certain,

That can’t be debated,

Our behavior,

Caused this process to become accelerated.

A special thank you goes out to my wife. My most ardent supporter, and the one that gets the pleasure of dealing with my cranky ass on the daily.  When she has participated in my projects in the past, I’ve cheaped out and wrote a haiku, or did something that didn’t have quite enough panache. So I’ve upped my effort on this post.

Poemvember 2018, has been a month-long poetry project where colleagues, friends, and associates volunteered a word or phrase, which I in turn fashioned into a poetical response. I had great fun exploring all the possibilities that were volunteered, and enjoyed collaborating with people whether they are writers, poets, or readers.

If you enjoyed this post, please come back tomorrow, when I will follow up this project with my December effort: The ProCrasstheNation.com Advent Calendar Blog. Give me a month, and I’ll give you 25 Mysterious Decorative Doors. What awaits behind each day’s door? Well, you’ll have to click the door links to find out. Please join me for what promises to be a fun month of poems, stories, and a few Christmas Surprises.

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If anyone is in the Metro Boston area on December 7th, please consider joining me, and my best friend, the West Coast Bandit, as we attend a night full of entertainment for a great cause at: Don’t Forget Your Art!

I will definitely be performing a previously unpublished piece. You should really come by and see if the poem is about you. How will you ever know if you aren’t there? Are you willing to take that chance?

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POEMVEMBER 2018-DAY 29:“Runner’s High”

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“Runner’s High”

I ain’t never had no runner’s high.

My pursuits reside in the realm of sedentary.

I only run a length when chased.

My sprinting speed quite ordinary.

A life threatened makes for haste.

I know not of a runner’s high.

Any effort to escape,

Will likely rupture my left thigh.

Maybe I’ll just wait a bit,

Until the opportunity arrives.

Running is a game for fools,

While walking satisfies.

 

A special thank you goes out to my friend Evangeline Vickery. A continual supporter of my writing and bloggery. Always at the ready to help out. Thanks for forcing me to create a total fiction. I’ve had many highs in my days, but a runner’s high hasn’t been one of them.

Poemvember 2018, is a month long poetry project where colleagues, friends, and associates volunteer a word or phrase, which I in turn fashion into a poetical response. I have great fun exploring all the possibilities that are volunteered, and enjoy collaborating with people whether they are writers, poets, or readers.

If you enjoyed this post, stay tuned for tomorrow, as it will be the last day of the project, which will soon to be followed by a new month long project: The ProCrasstheNation.com Advent Calendar Blog. Give me a month, and I’ll give you 25 Mysterious Decorative Doors. What awaits behind each day’s door? Well, you’ll have to click the door links to find out. Please join me for what promises to be a fun month of poems, stories, and a few Christmas Surprises.

Previous Poemvember Post

If anyone is in the Metro Boston area on December 7th, please consider joining me, and my best friend, the West Coast Bandit, as we attend a night full of entertainment for a great cause at: Don’t Forget Your Art!

There is a strong rumor that I will be performing a previously unpublished piece.

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POEMVEMBER 2018-DAY 28:“Guy’s Night”

“Slainte” ©️C.P. Hickey 2017

“Guy’s Night”

Gather round ye lads of youth and life.

Drink full of an everlasting glass.

The pour is great there.

Time to convene for the yearly stock taking.

Counting fellows, and blessings, and slights.

Like many, many nights, that delivered us to this brief respite.

Oh how much comfort I find in your aging faces.

I confide a friend keeps pace,

And regrets nothing while peering at an early morning mirror.

Such an honor to have passed time with you all.

I repeat, as it bears repeating, a distinct honor.

Fellowship, brotherhood, a lifetime.

There is not much better.

Campfires, ball busting, shared silence, petty differences; all part and parcel boys.

Part and parcel.

It’s been a phenomenal run, and unprecedented.

Not many are lucky to have a best friend in this life.

We each, more than seven.

The whole is truly greater than the sum of its parts.

The night belongs to us, it always has.

It will continue, until we belong to it.

Slainte! Lads, slainte!

A special thank you goes out to my friend Kenny Hayes. It’s always nice to get him involved in my projects. Kenny and I have been friends for a lifetime, and a way in which we continue to grow and cultivate our friendship is through continually regrouping to take stock, share laughs, and create new memories. I couldn’t have a greater group of friends. They all help me to navigate this world, and make it a whole hell of a lot more interesting. I’m happy Kenny decided to issue a term that sits well in my head and heart. Looking forward to our next gathering already.

Poemvember 2018, is a month long poetry project where colleagues, friends, and associates volunteer a word or phrase, which I in turn fashion into a poetical response. I have great fun exploring all the possibilities that are volunteered, and enjoy collaborating with people whether they are writers, poets, or readers.

If you enjoyed this post, stay tuned for the remaining two days of the project, which will soon to be followed by a new month long project: The ProCrasstheNation.com Advent Calendar Blog. Give me a month, and I’ll give you 25 Mysterious Decorative Doors. What awaits behind each day’s door? Well, you’ll have to click the door links to find out. Please join me for what promises to be a fun month of poems, stories, and a few Christmas Surprises.

Previous Poemvember Post

If anyone is in the Metro Boston area on December 7th, please consider joining me, and my best friend, the West Coast Bandit, as we attend a night full of entertainment for a great cause at: Don’t Forget Your Art!

There is a strong rumor that I will be performing a previously unpublished piece.

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POEMVEMBER 2018-DAY 27:“Tintinnabulation”

Tintinnabulation rings out
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“Tintinnabulation”

Tin, tin, tinny,

Ring a swinging bell.

Above in a cupola,

Or, at a wishing well.

A peal of bells,

Ringing all eight.

Five thousand changes,

Sound waves, fluctuate.

A casual warning,

From bike handlebars.

A gas station calling,

From gas-guzzling cars.

The sound travels swiftly,

And ends in an ear.

Tintinnabulation,

Oft hangs in the air.

Angel wing indicator,

A storefront alarm,

Salvation Army builds biceps,

From bell-swinging arms.

Ring, ring, ringy,

The sound of a bell.

Tintinnabulation,

Poe’s term echoes well.

 

 

A special thank you goes out to my friend Lisa Spardel Krol. She always seems to find the right word to challenge me when I do these month-long poetry projects. She allowed me to roll two of my favorite things into one: Poe and Poetry. I also learned something new, as I had never focused on the term tintinnabulation until now. I expect to be newly challenged whenever I move into my next project.

Poemvember 2018, is a month long poetry project where colleagues, friends, and associates volunteer a word or phrase, which I in turn fashion into a poetical response. I have great fun exploring all the possibilities that are volunteered, and enjoy collaborating with people whether they are writers, poets, or readers.

If you enjoyed this post, stay tuned for the remaining three days of the project, which will soon to be followed by a new month long project: The ProCrasstheNation.com Advent Calendar Blog. Give me a month, and I’ll give you 25 Mysterious Decorative Doors. What awaits behind each day’s door? Well, you’ll have to click the door links to find out. Please join me for what promises to be a fun month of poems, stories, and a few Christmas Surprises.

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Poe, like Shakespeare, invented words click here to find out more info

POEMVEMBER 2018-DAY 26:“Mustache Rides”

“Rocking The Stache” ©️C.P. Hickey 2018

“Mustache Rides”

One for a nickel,

Four will get you five.

Climb on up for a mustache ride.

Forget about an UBER,

LYFT, left you behind.

You can always depend on a mustache ride.

Contoured for your comfort,

Warm and cozy for your thighs.

There’s a pant load of fun in a mustache ride.

The bidet is out of order,

They forgot to post a sign.

But, that won’t exclude you from a mustache ride.

It’s a thrill when you get rocking,

And move from side to side.

Riding to Nirvana on a mustache ride.

There’s no finer entertainment,

For a newly married bride,

A motor board vibration, highlights many mustache rides.

“I didn’t mean to suffocate him,

Don’t act so surprised.”

Just another passive casualty of a mustache ride.