Timothy Hicks Poet I do not know?

Counting Down

Twenty-six letters in the alphabet:
Vowels and consonants be soldiers to defend my message

I'm like a twenty-five cent coin rolling on a parking lot;
destined for the machine or the storm drain?

Twenty-fours in a day, but all I need is a minute
to grab your attention

Twenty-three is unlucky so they say (I pet my black cat
under a ladder so that doesn't bother me)

Twenty-two or two times eleven? I got this thing about math, you see
Numbers and figures mean way too much to me....

Twenty-one is a golden age... a time to crash (literally or
figuratively?... pay close attention!)

Twenty fingers and toes... help me keep balance...
in fact I'm using them all as we speak

Nineteen-or-older shops surround this path I'm on
I look left and right, but keep moving forward

Eighteen, can you believe it? Still not there yet
but I heard it's a memorable turning point in life (most likely just another day)

seventeen syllables
capturing moments
in so few words

(perhaps that wasn't my best haiku,
however you made it this far... right?)

Sixteen or two to the fourth power? I long to multiply,
but I'm still stuck at one...

Fifteen for a moment (according to John Ondrasik)
It's only just begun, so let's have some fun!

Fourteen lines in a traditional sonnet
Sorry William, that I couldn't keep on it

Thirteen be the year I watch the thriller 2012
(and laugh hysterically)

Twelve months and a dozen broken eggs later...
yeah maybe farm ain't for me

Eleven thousand poems I could write
As well as a eleven millions wrongs committed by the end of the night

Ten Commandments I abide by
(Bull crap... I still have a hankering for lies)

Nine or three to the second power?
(Guess I'm more and more OCD by the hour)

Eight is just fine with me... it's the month I was born on
and I haven't regretted it since

Seven days in a week...
(why should we choose only one to worship the Lord?)

Six billion hamsters in a cage (we run like the wind
but still keep in place)

I could give a high five as a gesture to cheer up
(but it's always back to the doom and gloom with you)

Four limbs and each one aim for the shackles and heavy chains
(I thought slavery was over?)

Three things: the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost...
(what more do you need to know?)

My brain is cut in two, I'm on my knees screaming
"WHAT DO I DO??"

But one thing I know for certain
is that I got YOU



NOTE: Lines 13 & 18 seem a little contradicting, but I did write this before before 2013 and before my 18th birthday.

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Laura Breidenthal June 2, 2016 at 4:56 AM This is clever and quirky, Timothy, two qualities that I admire very much. Nice uniquey here. There's an underlying layer of darkness I sense in this write. Might be just be, but that's merely what I perceive. It's cool to take a peak into your 17 year old mind. Always, Laura Timothy Hicks June 11, 2016 at 12:57 AM Thanks Laura. It sure was an oddie, for sure ... Born from a random idea, it's difficult to say what this is about ... It is sort of dark in places. A lot of uncertainty, at a pivotal point in life.

Ray Dillard March 22, 2013 at 11:13 PM I like the way you are able to reach out with your writes. A very good trait for a young fella. Have a nice trip...I hope you get to see the sheep dogs work! The best Border Collies are in Wales. RAY Timothy Hicks March 22, 2013 at 11:17 PM WOaaah the site just glitched out... sorry that last comment was intended for David Fisher... don't know how it ended up right here? Thanks for stopping by Ray! I intend on the trip to be full of new experiences :) Timothy Hicks March 22, 2013 at 11:14 PM Thanks David. When I wrote this I honestly had no idea how it'd end up... but that's when I think writing is most fun. Not knowing what it is you'll create, but just sorta taking it as it comes... You're into numbers but are you OCD like me? Lol...

David Fisher March 22, 2013 at 6:36 PM This is a clever take on numbers. Quite thorough indeed. I'm a numbers guy and was impressed. Timothy Hicks March 22, 2013 at 11:15 PM Thanks David. When I wrote this I honestly had no idea how it'd end up... but that's when I think writing is most fun. Not knowing what it is you'll create, but just sorta taking it as it comes... You're into numbers but are you OCD like me? Lol...

Richard Lamoureux March 22, 2013 at 11:00 AM This is great, a lot to think about prior to an eighteeth birthday. I like your style my man. Richard Lamoureux March 22, 2013 at 11:35 PM Not as random as you may think. Timothy Hicks March 22, 2013 at 2:10 PM This is probably the oddest thing I've ever written... but in some obscure way it really sticks with me. Glad you could find some food for thought in it (even if it is a very random sorta poem)...