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“Tired Writing”

“Distorted” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2021

“Tired Writing”

Tired writing

Tuesday nighting

Word for word

Frenetic frightening.

One holds hopes

To be enlightening.

Better still,

To be read.

Not bought and shelved,

Forgotten dead.

Relevant and on the radar,

Fading still,

Distilled behavior.

Tired writing,

Not enhanced.

Finger-clicking,

In a trance.

Upside down

Bold expanse,

Blank white pages,

Deserve a chance.

If you missed yesterday’s Poemvember offering take a peek: “Stick Man” – 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.

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“Sunset Strip”

“Sunset Strip” © C.P. Hickey 2021

 

“Sunset Strip”

Skies full up

Sunset strip

Gearing down

Tangential tangerine

Oh, it’s time to start making dinner

Daylight savings time is a trip

Not one I want to go on

But, a trip nonetheless

 

 

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

 

Facebook: (1) Christopher Paul Hickey | Facebook

 

Instagram: Christopher Paul Hickey (@authorcphickey) • Instagram photos and videos

 

Twitter: Author C.P. Hickey (@authorcphickey) / Twitter

 

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.

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“Second Chances”

“Second Chances”

 

Sadly sorries

Weeping worries

Defined by real regrets

 

Rumination

Resignation

A lifetime of bad bets

 

Stop resisting

Life transitions

Guiding you past chance

 

The push you need

Comes from belief

In a second chance

 

If you missed yesterday’s Poemvember offering take a peek here: “Zesty Trick or Treat” – ProCrasstheNation

 

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Christopher P. Hickey makes his home in Malden, MA. He facilitates a local writing group, creates content for ProCrasstheNation.com, and spends time helping writing colleagues find their stone cold groove. He is currently working on a series of short stories or perhaps a novella this November while participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). He will attempt to eclipse the 50,000 word mark for a second year in a row.

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

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“Crispy Bacon”

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“Crispy Bacon” © C.P. Hickey 2020

 

“Crispy Bacon”

Crispy bacon,

Steeped in grease.

Flavor popping?

Certainly.

Good on ice cream?

Rest assured.

I’ve had plenty,

But want some more.

Crispy bacon,

A want, not need.

Crispy bacon?

Yes, indeed!

 

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“Of This, Let Me Be Specific”

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“Of This, Let Me Be Specific”

 

To all those enabled in the world

Of this, let me be specific

 

 

Empathy has a limit

 

There are more black holes here on earth,

Than in all the galaxies that exist

The tendency toward evolution

Has been overcome with a genetic self-centered mutation

That replicates inordinately in the direction of self-fulfilling prophecy

Your tears are not the only tears that have ever existed

Although, they might feel unique

They are not

Michael Stipe sang “Everybody Hurts”

And he was goddamned terrifically right

But, that doesn’t mean that the energy required of paying that attention

Falls within the purview of others

Sadly, the trend seems to be that people want you to recognize their pain

And if you don’t, well, they’ll remind you that you are a sub-par human,

And that they would like for you to take another look

Both today, and tomorrow

 

Give it a fucking rest

You’re draining the life from me