For Any – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Power – Word of the Day

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For Any

Gestures of power fall in different ways,
and becomes ways of being,
for good or ill,
either for self,
or, for community,
though neither to judged,
until power is imprisoned
and forced into perversion,
the servitude of the many for the one.
But beauty,
artistry,
compassion,
breath,
nature,
demand more,
they are great equations of true power,
neither for the one or the many,
simply love for any,
in this shared venture we call life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Beautiful Uppercut – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Uppercut – Word of the Day

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Beautiful Uppercut

Some things just aren’t right,
we were talking about slogans,
we were talking about plight,
but we were polarity,
binary to a tee,
I could see his humanity,
I could beg to differ,
on this pleasant cliff of pontification,
suffered tolerably over a beer.
But when he blamed the victims,
well,
that’s when I hit him,
and my words curled in a beautiful uppercut,
that knocked the wind out of his
sails of ignorance.
Some things just aren’t right,
and the violence of ignorance,
is intolerable,
and, when he confessed,
well,
that’s when I bought him a beer.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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I Said I’d Be Home For Christmas – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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I Said I’d Be Home For Christmas

I heard it before I saw it,
an ancient sound,
a single engine piper,
that was in descent to the frozen field,
then I saw it,
bright yellow,
it yawed to one side as it hit the snow,
and corrected to a fine halt.
Some old guy clambered out,
a picture of an era gone,
leather bomber jacket
straight out of 42.
My mother holding the door frame,
gasped,
they threw themselves at each other
with sobs and kisses,
the long silence punctuated with:
secret ops,
Burma,
hopelessly lost,
but I said I’d be home for Christmas,
Honey, she said,
its ten years gone,
Well, he said,
a promise is a promise.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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We Moved As One – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Dancing

Romance – Friday Foto Fun

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We Moved As One

Flat screens in the window showed some dance show,
and couples started to slow and ooh and ah a little,
your eyes twinkled as you hitched up your skirt,
then we set fire to the street,
and in that moment we moved as one.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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The Mindful Quest – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Wednesday – Quest

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Labyrinth at Shoalwater Bay

“Awareness is the greatest agent for change.”  Matthieu Ricard

 

 

The Mindful Quest

There are places to go and places I’ve been,
and many worlds I’ve ever dreamed,
but none compare to the winding path
that leads to inner life and being,
to the eye a gentle path,
to the heart a formidable journey,
the mindful quest is the greatest quest of all.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Let It Shine – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

What Do You See? – Willow Poetry

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Thanks for the prompt Helene Vaillant at Willow Poetry.

 

Let It Shine

There’s many a thing left normally unseen,
and not least the closeness of other worlds,
but most of all,
I saw in a dream,
such a one who had opened their true heart,
was gifting their light,
an illumine of love for us all.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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It’s The Journey That Matters – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Destination – VJs Weekly Challenge

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Photo: After Kings Canyon, the road out to the West MacDonnell Ranges stretches out.

There’s an old Sufi aphorism or proverb where a stable master goes to town for his master, only to be met by the figure of death at the markets “Tomorrow we meet and I will take you.” The man rides home and asks his master for a team of horses that he might ride to the ends of the realm. His request is granted. And he furiously rides to the end of the realm, and as he enters the markets, Death steps out, and says: “I told you I’d meet you today!” There are a number of these stories, some embellished, or like this one – my paraphrase, and from different traditions. But the point is made, It’s not the destination that matters. You can go to the corners of the earth and yet you are still you, and life goes on, it’s the journey that matters and facing oneself.

 

It’s The Journey That Matters

We never really arrive,
and the destination is never the destination
we think it is,
or, at the very least,
the landscape of everything is not what we expected,
only the people and places along the way,
help us truly arrive at ourselves with understanding.
It’s the journey that matters,
the journey to me,
with standard deviations,
interruptions,
rabbit holes and tea parties,
haring about,
climbing,
exploring,
crying and laughing,
loving and not loving,
skipping along,
grief or whimsey,
arriving and departing,
sometimes too soon.
Destinations can only be seen
through the eyes
of lived experiences,
as constantly never arriving,
and yet always arriving,
as we embrace the journey
in all its unplanned mayhem.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Keep The Change – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

ch-ch-ch-ch-changes – dverse poets

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Keep The Change

As I ordered my usual,
an enquiry came forth,
had I considered the new line?
A meaningful conversation ensued
about habits and patterns,
and change was advocated by and large,
then, as my coffee arrived, I said,
as I wryly smiled,
keep the change.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Alakazam, Be Gone! – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Imagine – Word of the Day

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Alakazam, Be Gone!

In the house painted white,
with a head like a coronet cavy,
lives a munchausen narcissi,
a tautological wonder,
that blunder,
who shut the door
in the face of all
that is good and holy.
But I imagine him gone,
or, better still,
with daffodils in his hair,
singing Carly’s song (ironically),
as we shut him down,
for the good of all.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: Since 1940 the one who sits in that house effects the whole world irrespective. Narcissi is, of course, Narcissus who fell in love with himself, and Narcissus is also the name for daffodil. A cavy is a guinea-pig. Carly is Carly Simon who sang “You’re so Vain.”

 

 

 

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Radiant Humility – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“She was indeed a girl of exquisite beauty …”  Patrick Suskind

 

Radiant Humility

What fool would compare thee?
Who could be found so prepossessing?
Such a ravishing beauty to behold,
and yet, what is truly exquisite
is the humility that radiates from within.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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