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.

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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!

There is a strong rumor that I will be performing a previously unpublished piece.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 25:“Propaganda”

“Brought To Heel” ©️C.P. Hickey 2018

“Propaganda”

Propaganda, propaganda, war of words.

Mine, ours, yours, theirs, his, and hers.

Alleged, because of, doubtful indeed.

Information misleading everything perceived.

Trust is antiquated.

Snake tongues on the rise.

They will even lie to you,

while looking in your eyes.

Propaganda propositions serving hubristic masters,

Citizens traveling toward life-looping disasters.

Never, never, never, never, show your hand.

With highly polished words,

you can rule over the land.

Living within the mystery of administering misinformation,

Controlling tethered lemmings without their slightest protestation.

If you sell the dopes a half-baked truth,

One they’ll surely belief.

The path to exploiting their will,

Will fall before your feet.

POEMVEMBER 2018-DAY 22:“SPLENDOR”

“Splendor” C.P. Hickey 2017

“Splendor”

The narrative of a life can be conveyed on the canvas of an Evergreen.

A story of us, you, and me.

Each branch, much like a family tree.

Ornaments capturing the essence of we.

Wrapped in bows and twinkling free.

A reminiscent memory,

Within portable property.

Hanging for all to see.

Telling a lifetime story.

O’ Christmas Tree!

O’ Christmas Tree!

A canvas of us, you, and me.

POEMVEMBER 2018-DAY 23:“PROPHECY”

“Prophecy”

Opaque prophecy,

Can’t see or be unseen.

Future fortunes first foretold,

Suppose the past as something old.

But, never!

Never mind a time defined in possibility.

Anything can be guessed upon with enough audacity in tow.

You might as well throw darts at blind bullseyes.

And say, “I told you so!”