Not For Me

Obsequious – Word of the Day

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Not For Me

What possessed you?
Did you think I’d be impressed if you grovelled?
That I wouldn’t wonder where your dignity lay?
Surely, lower that the soles of my shoes
which you readily moistened with your lips.
What chance respect now?
Now that you’ve declared an unreserved submission
that was never once desired,
least of all by me?
What hope is there for you, for me, for all the world?
And end to it!
Arise and speak with me
of needs and wants, hopes and dreams,
of far away lands and desperate sorrows,
of grief, of love, of sparrows.
And let us look each other in the eye and know
that we can trust our truths
and hold each other’s dreams
and keep our shoes dry,
lest in turn, we own each other.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Our Carnival

Carnival – Word of the Day

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Masquerade by Johanna Rohrbough – Pinterest

 

Our Carnival

I felt your presence in the madding crowd,
your hand sought mine
in the whirl of dance and blur of sounds.
And out of the bacchanalian chaos came stillness,
as the crowd swept over us,
round us,
beyond us,
and we were alone in eye of the storm.
Your energy radiated
as if you were the carnival incarnate,
and your mask could not hide
the intention in your eyes.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Wanting

Duress – Word of the Day

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Wanting

Your breath kisses me before our lips delight,
the softest kiss of all,
and your eyes speak the mystery of wanting,
a celestial language of ascent
that needs no words,
only the pulse of desire,
rising,
longing.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Every Night

Infatuation – Word of the Day

 

Every Night

I see you every night,
a little obsessive some would say.
“Why don’t you do something else once in a while”,
they kindly intone.
But I’m home most nights just to be with you,
I cook and we share dinner,
you always dress so nice for me,
I just love to watch your face as you talk.
Have I told you about my feelings for you?
No.
And oblivious, you chatter away about the weather,
the latest news, and gossip.
I silently soak it all up,
just basking in your presence.
And when you finish that last sentence,
as I know you will,
I change the channel.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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The Clock Has Tocked

Exemplary – Word of the Day

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Rachel Carson (1907 – 64) (Photo: post-gazette.com) Carson was a marine scientist whose most known public work was “Silent Spring” (1962), a clarion call for humanity to address their impact on nature. In particular, Silent Spring is an investigation into pesticides. Carson wrote: “They should not be called “insecticides” but “biocides.” Rachel Carson, Silent Spring, p. 189.

“We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in Robert Frost’s familiar poem , they are not equally fair. The road we have long been travelling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed, but at its end lies disaster. The other fork of the road – the one less travelled by – offers our last, our only chance to reach a destination that assures the preservation of the earth.” Rachel Carson, Silent Spring p. 277.

Carson was an exemplar of both environmental awareness and activism as a scientist and writer.

 

The Clock Has Tocked

The old grandfather clock in the hallway is ticking,
but there’s no one to note the passing of the hour,
they’re everywhere else in this big old house,
in rooms of self,
halls of bustle,
where the carpets are dusty and threadbare,
the varnish no longer present to the wood,
and the paint so sallow.
Things should have been fixed long ago,
but our will wasn’t urgent to the task.
Grandad’s monocle popped when the quotes came in,
and we gave up,
preferring the pleasured, anaesthetised life.
Had we ventured to the hallway,
and listened closely,
we’d have known that the clock had tocked its last.
The eleventh hour cried to us,
but we mocked its melodrama,
and bargained that Chronos would let us slide,
and all the while our house is falling,
falling down upon us.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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That First One

Mentor – Word of the Day

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Mentor: In Homer’s epic “Odyssey” Mentor was the trusted friend of Odysseus, and during the the time that Odysseus was away fighting in the Trojan war, Mentor cared for Odysseus’ son Telemachus. Mentor’s role was to prepare Telemachus for leadership of the family. And so we use the term today to describe someone who takes us under their wing so that they can help and guide us in matters of life and study and work. See also, Mentor

That First One

There’s always that first one,
perhaps you remember?
That kiss,
caress,
crossing the line,
warm with excitement.
Intimacies that temporarily quench desire,
but are not love.
Rather, they are a course woven through desire,
a learning of love,
of how to be love,
to be a lover.
That first one is our guide,
a gift of loved learning.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Never Gloss

Gloss – Word of the Day

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Hot Rod and Street Machine gathering at Westonia, I would never own one nor attempt to restore one myself, but I sure do appreciate the wonderful results achieved by these owners, a joy to behold. Love that glossy duco.

 

Never Gloss

Your beauty stops traffic and silences rooms,
many have desired you,
yet so few have you loved.
And, seeing only with their eyes,
they have missed you completely,
registering only Factor, Rubinstein,and Laude.
The restaurant you,
the bedroom you.
But then there’s the real you,
public yet unseen,
the one who reads Kafka, Camus, Plato and Plath,
the one who feels life.
Your true beauty is your love
for all that breathes and lives.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Question

Imperious – Word of the Day

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Darth Vader, an example of imperiousness, and one of many fictional characters who exemplify arrogance, control, dictatorial behaviour, tyrannical behaviour and so on.

 

Question

Strange,
how the small minded always get on a high horse,
and how the over-inflated so easily shrink,
or how the mindless swallow empty verbiage.
And all the while,
the world suffering the arrogance of
hollow gesture and the prattle of meaninglessness.
But who am I that I should blame another,
when I should, with all integrity,
reflect on my own imprint on life,
and make amends?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Seduction

Verdant – Word of the Day

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The verdant sea of lush green and pink, as everlastings burst forth in their annual declaration of spring. Datjoin reserve on the Burakin-Wialki Road today.

 

Seduction

Ah, spring, such seduction, such beauty,
a carpet of vibrant surprise.
At your invitation
I traced your rain gouged furrows,
I fell in love with you and
caressed your beauty as I
lay in your lush and verdant places,
never once averting my eyes.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Off Centre

Eccentric – Word of the Day

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Off Centre

I like to take notice,
I’m wired that way.
Early on I noticed how you liked things,
that there were right ways,
best ways,
and how you liked to be centric,
but I’m not wired that way.
Strange as it may sound
I like the way you keep me off centre.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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