2021 · Poems · Poemvember 2021 · poetry

“So…ciety”

“Can I Kick the Tires?” ©️C.P. Hickey 2021

“So…ciety”

Society

So…ciety

Lacking propriety

Feeding anxiety

Challenging sobriety

So…ciety

So what about me?

So what?

So inclined to pursue

My interests anew

So what, about you?

I don’t like your views

They make me uncomfortable

You must be normative cisgender racist of no particular color

You fit the profile

We all know what you are

We’ll identify you

So that others can understand your inherent ability to cause discomfort in this space

So what?

So it goes

So on and so forth

So, just so you know

Sobering

Soul

Soulless

Pain numbed

Down dumbed

So, about that thing…

A so called humanity

Discerning who can be or be seen

Relative to hurt feelings

Extreme

So extreme

I’ll Trump your facts with a meme

So important to me

Impacts what I see

Despite reality

It’s all about me

So what about me?

So what about me?

So…ciety

Poems · Poemvember 2021 · poetry

“A Bridge Under Troubled Waters”

“Bunker Hill Bridge” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2021

“A Bridge Under Troubled Waters”

Looking over the meandering harbor lanes

Folks stare up at spiraling tensions

As tubes full of air stay afloat in the sky

Harboring delights for all nearby

Port, authority?

Mass commute

Shuttles dump off sea-saw riders

Converse

Wharf speed ahead

Old timbers bounce balls

Cannon, rules

Majestic, irrevocable

Boston Strong

Marchy Marchy, quite contrary

How does your Garden grow?

 

2021 · Poems · Poemvember 2021 · poetry

“Chest, or Copper Pot?”

“Pot” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2021

“Chest, or Copper Pot?”

Pot, chest?

Chest, pot?

One is, the other is not.

Chest pot

Smoked, boiled, smoking hot.

Unattended boils over,

Spilling contents on the stove,

Or, rolling boil in the pot,

Sneakily becomes scalding hot,

Oven mitts can help with gripping,

Boiling point shortly tipping.

Heated fire energy

Moist water, steam ascending.

Poems · Poemvember 2021 · poetry

“Lucky Penny”

“Take a Penny…” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2021

“Lucky Penny”

Lucky penny

Good and plenty

Forgotten sidewalk remainder

Barely hidden

On a mission

To find a needed claimer

Pick it up

Give a rub

Transfer to your pants

Lucky penny

Good and plenty

Just increased your chance

2021 · Poemvember 2021 · poetry

“Starbucks Cuck”

“Starbucks Cuck” 

Whatchoo mean, you got no cream?

Whip my order venti plenty.

Some lovely leveled burning sips,

Scald java-loving gentry.

 

Cinnamon flakes and power shakes,

Compacted grinds deeper still,

Steamed milk under constant threat,

Adding funds for each refill.

 

Caution contents extremely hot,

Slapping refrigerator panels,

Urban workforce lines the queue,

Doc Martens, Carhartts, flannels.

 

My taut tall grande pressed to your lips.

Simple sweets dance on your tongue.

A sheath at once contains the heat,

Until the cuppings done.

 

Sanctimonious bean baristas,

Scraping fluffy foam from off your top.

Compels some blushing fashionistas,

To request the special heady froth.

 

Gaining purchase on convenience,

Paying forward for free use.

Instant rewards for disobedience,

Begets mistakes that reproduce.

 

Poseidon’s Triton furrowed schism,

Safe within the harbor docks.

Climb aboard and find the rhythm,

Opening Pandora’s Box.

 

Like Seattle seaman rounding Puget Sound,

Just a sippin’ simp that’s short on luck.

Pounding waves against your bow,

A standard bearing Starbucks cuck.

 

If you missed yesterday’s Poemvember offering take a peek here: “Tired Writing” – ProCrasstheNation

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Christopher P. Hickey makes his home in Malden, MA, with his Wife and Children. He facilitates The Malden Writers’ Collaborative. When not working as an administrator at Harvard University, he creates content for his blog ProCrasstheNation.com.  The blog content spans the range from irreverent to philosophical. Picking up casual photography in recent years, he always tries to capture the light all around him.  Christopher enjoys spending time helping writing colleagues.

He is currently working on a series of short stories or perhaps a novella this November while participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). Christopher will attempt to eclipse the 50,000 word mark for a second year in a row.

If you would like to contact Christopher, please contact him at: authorcphickey@gmail.com

There are many projects on tap at the end of this year, so please stay tuned. The month of November promises to be rich with poetry, and we’ll be looking into creating another Advent Calendar of blog posts for 2021. We’ll see a different story, memory, picture, etc. behind a series of mysterious and decorated doors.

2021 · Poems · Poemvember 2021 · poetry

“Relevant Covenant”

“Maudlin Orange” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2021

Living to word or wording to live,

prison time spent honing a shiv

Muck a luck stick it in a soft gut

Ending inertia before it could start

Scarlet and crimson solidly gaining

Pain poem pictures refraining the framing

Duly denoted, rudely promoted

A fashionable whimsy ignored

Plying with meaning, metaphorical preening, about, in a sense, eclectic

Meter, rhyme, line upon line squaring up artful electric

Verbal excessive persuading reflexive

A coat on a hot sweaty train

Roll up the windows practical sinew

A lot going on in the brain

Dancing poetic pace kept frenetic a darling instance requires

Tricks of words admiration absurd for some, it only inspires

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2021 · Poems · Poemvember 2021 · poetry

“The Foggy Dew”

“Seeing Through Me” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2021

“The Foggy Dew”

Bathroom baseboard

Soiled towel heap

Foggy mirrors present disposable mysteries

Pine aromas

Shaving kit bursts

Steam becomes wet sheaths on porcelain

Cut whiskers stick

Nostril hairs trimmed

Unseemly hairs arrive as inconvenient truths

Toweling off

Deodorant rolls

Toothpaste tube squeezed in the middle by a feminine grip

Dress shirt buttoned

Tie over around under and up

A reflection captured in time

Who am I looking at?

Who was I looking at?

Who will I see?

A foggy mirror presents disposable mysteries

If you missed yesterday’s Poemvember offering take a peek here: https://procrassthenation.com/2021/11/03/falling-fast/

You can also follow me on:

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Christopher P. Hickey makes his home in Malden, MA, with his Wife and Children. He facilitates The Malden Writers’ Collaborative. When not working as an administrator at Harvard University, he creates content for his blog ProCrasstheNation.com.  The blog content spans the range from irreverent to philosophical. Picking up casual photography in recent years, he always tries to capture the light all around him.  Christopher enjoys spending time helping writing colleagues.

He is currently working on a series of short stories or perhaps a novella this November while participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). Christopher will attempt to eclipse the 50,000 word mark for a second year in a row.

If you would like to contact Christopher, please contact him at: authorcphickey@gmailcom

There are many projects on tap at the end of this year, so please stay tuned. The month of November promises to be rich with poetry, and we’ll be looking into creating another Advent Calendar of blog posts for 2021. We’ll see a different story, memory, picture, etc. behind a series of mysterious and decorated doors.

2021 · Poems · Poemvember 2021 · poetry

“Falling Fast”

“Fall Fire Sky” © C.P. Hickey 2019

 

“Falling Fast”

 

All treats are out

Last leaves left still spinning down

Votes have been cast

 

Veterans to be honored

Pumpkiny goodness disappeared

More signs of Christmas advance

 

Stagnant furnaces fire up

Blankets are added

Lawns put-off, now prepared

 

First frost

Harvest collected

Sun moves farther away

 

Snow will have its way

Wind will peel back things

Seasonal death dying

 

Long winter naps

Radiators rickety spit

Window panes fog up

 

Fall, falling fast

New England Beauty

Colors paint Autumn

 

If you missed yesterday’s Poemvember offering take a peek here:  https://procrassthenation.com/2021/11/02/second-chances/

 

You can also follow me on:

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Christopher P. Hickey makes his home in Malden, MA, with his Wife and Children. He facilitates The Malden Writers’ Collaborative. When not working as an administrator at Harvard University, he creates content for his blog ProCrasstheNation.com.  The blog content spans the range from irreverent to philosophical. Picking up casual photography in recent years, he always tries to capture the light all around him.  Christopher enjoys spending time helping writing colleagues.

He is currently working on a series of short stories or perhaps a novella this November while participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). Christopher will attempt to eclipse the 50,000 word mark for a second year in a row.

If you would like to contact Christopher, please contact him at: authorcphickey@gmailcom

 

There are many projects on tap at the end of this year, so please stay tuned. The month of November promises to be rich with poetry, and we’ll be looking into creating another Advent Calendar of blog posts for 2021. We’ll see a different story, memory, picture, etc. behind a series of mysterious and decorated doors.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2021 · Poemvember 2021 · poetry · Uncategorized

“Zesty Trick or Treat”

“Darkness Calls” ©️ Lissette Alvarado

“Zesty Trick or Treat”

Tricks and treats

And we’ll worn feets

Buckets full to mass

Glowing sticks

An extra Twix

Sweaty masks in masks

Little hands

Needful demands

“Dad, I gotta pee!”

That house is dark

Just past the park

Bloody skinned knee

Quite a haul

They had a ball

Pumpkin hillbillies

The prize of youth

A full sweet tooth

Fall time memories