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“Forlorn”

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“Corner Clover” ©️C.P. Hickey 2019

“Forlorn”

What I wouldn’t do,

To wake up next to you,

To kiss your exposed neck.

No passion held in check

Throw caution to the wind.

My beating heart begins

And all because of you,

Living life most true.

You seed my exposed rows,

And dormant feelings grow.

I need you near to me,

Why can’t I make you see?

My life before is through,

Now I live for only you.

You wound me with a glance,

Give this humble man a chance.

You act aloof despite my clues,

Look again, at breaking news.

Please give yourself to me.

I’ll await so patiently.

You and I were meant to be,

Why can’t I make you see?

My life before is through,

Now I live for only you.

“Cast Your Iron This”

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“Cast Your Iron This”

Iron man, holds heavy pan.

Sizzle and a griddle.

Eggs and bacon,

Campers waken,

Hissing from the middle.

Tasty morsels, full endorsements.

Cooking up the goodies.

No rejecting,

Plates accepting,

Heaping spoons bring good eats.

Iron wool, a pocketful.

To scrub a dirty pan.

Scour here,

And over there.

A regular pioneer man.

“Conventional Poet”

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“Bloomviate” ©️C.P. Hickey 2019

“Conventional Poet”

There was a time when I thought I could be a conventional poet.

But, what the hell is that?

I can only write what I’m given.

I can only write what inspires me.

I can only write away the itch eternal.

Such business, poems.

Such drudgery and precision.

Sounding sexy to my ear.

It is ego fondling, wrapped in hope.

It is necessity.

It is strange.

It is hidden truth.

Readers delight in the recognition,

And often look away.

It is hard to see so clearly to the core.

A conventional poet?

I don’t know what that means.

SUMMERTIME RHYMES- # 9 “ A Difficult Apology”

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“Branch” ©️C.P. Hickey 2019

Inspired by my friends, THE WAVE

“A Difficult Apology”

I try, yes I really try,

To be a bigger guy.

But, somewhere deep inside,

In places where I cry,

I’m troubled by pride.

Hard, to apologize.

With aversion to regret,

Despite the largest of missteps,

And actions that weren’t correct,

You cannot expect,

For me to accept,

Any hand in that debt.

Although, it is polite,

It’s hard to be contrite.

Who’s wrong and who is right?

An instance of fight or flight.

An admission made outright?

The only way out of my plight?

I’m not that kind of man.

I know it’s hard to understand.

A simple sorry would be rough,

But most times would be enough.

It’s just not the me of me,

To give a difficult apology.

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Summertime Rhymes- # 1: “Karmic Cosmic Reprimand”

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“Karmic Cosmic Reprimand”

I have a wandering eye,

But not a wondering hand.

A trillion light years pass above.

Karmic cosmic reprimand.

Left to my own devices.

Searching for something more.

A blind man deaf to guidance.

Lost on unknown shores.

Adventuresome lone traveler,

Bent on soon arriving.

Way leads on to way.

Despite devised conniving.

Living for the road.

Hiding my true heart.

A trip can surely end,

Well before it starts.