Honour For The Stolen – Prosery by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting Prosery (144 words) with an invitation to write including the sentence “I dress in their stories patterned and purple as night.” from the poem ‘When we sing of might’ by Kimberly Blaeser.

dVerse Poets – Prosery – Lost – Found/Lost/children

Photo: still shot from the film ‘The Rabbit Proof Fence’ a story of three aboriginal girls forcibly taken from their mothers and placed in a town far away under white control in oder to assimilate them and exploit them. The film is based on the true story as told by author Doris Pilkington who was taken from her mother at three years of age, in her book of the same name. Known as the Stolen Generation, children were forcibly removed over generations between 1884 and 1969.

“In their grief the women asked why their children should be taken form them.” Doris Pilkington ‘The Rabbit Proof Fence’

Honour For The Stolen

The darkness of enlightened men voids my world in a sadness too weighty to even speak. They pretended to save the world as a ruse to colonise and dehumanise those they encountered in every land who they deemed to be sub-human. Your arrogance is too great to measure and your refuge too trite to count. 

You cowards, you hid behind your public schools, your venture capital, your egos and your hypocrisy in claiming the purity of the bleeding Christ, which raises bile in my throat and fire in my gut. You knew full well the moral weight of your actions. I weep for the loss of life in all its experience, and I dress in their stories patterned and purple as night. I cannot bring them back, but I can honour the beauty of their presence and name the meaning of their lives.

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As If – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Most people rust out due to lack of challenge.” Denis Waitley

As If

Like Plato's bus, that rusted jalopy creaking along
the gray skies of future's neccessary critique
as the conspirators become disheartened by
the corrosion of reason, as if reason were itself.

The gray skies of future's necessary critique,
risking rebellion s reaction to the current crisis,
the corrosion of reason as if reason itself 
remotely capable of saving the past from the future.

Risking rebellion as reaction to the current crisis,
all those assumptions that paralyse our trust ,
remotely capable of saving the past from the future,
the inability to let go of our concrete delusions.

All those assumptions that paralyse our trust.
as the conspirators became  disheartened by
the inability to to let go of our concrete delusions,
like Plato's bus, that rusted jalopy creaking along.

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What Do You Mean – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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In my view the word support has been subverted by neo cons to mean its exact opposite. Inversely, support superficially means that I am offered some help or means, but in reality a burden by way of rule or law is placed upon me in order to protect me from myself lest I interfere in the process of government, leadership, or commerce. Thus ironically, support is really not for me, but for the one who blithely offers it to me. But so long as the words are said …..

“They muddy the water to make it seem deep.” Friedrich Nietzsche

What Do You Mean?

For example,
take the word support,
perhaps a table leg, a stanchion, 
a cantilevered bridge, try a 
bandage or a sling, but who 
considers support to be the smooth 
words of a gyrovague worm-tongue
who roams my life constructing false 
hopes just for the sport of it all,
repeating the mantra, we're here to
support you so we can be safe from you.


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Once Upon A Time – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“One of the greatest regrets in life is being what others would want you to be …” Shannon L Alder

Once Upon A time

Once we lived until we died,
spanning our decades in inevitable delay,
now, more capitulated to the speed 
of minutes in anxious accountings of
manufactured joy, life plastered over 
without marzipan, with thin accretions of
dull, meaningless regulation of the mind,
surrendering to the puppet master who
voices life for us to a carefully useless
script, two shows a night and a matinee,
all for the price of your conscience.


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Never Fragments – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Laura is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to write about fragments.

dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar – Picking Up Some Pieces

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“Poetry is what he turns to these days, finding in its fragmentation the proper echo of the disintegrating world.” Lauren Groff

Never Fragments

These never days, the worst of days,
such sad songs of Narcissus from his
unrippled lily pond like all the ancients,
ever since wrapped in their complete cocoon,
knowing only their own codes of something
akin to managersim, worse than Mussolini's 
trains and, whatever you do, do not offer any 
critique of those whose brittle egos flag
when rules are flaunted like Ballerinas legs
as fading swans are wont to go, and nary
a smile raised, and if ever, only for show.


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This Trick – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“By experience we find out a short way by a long wandering.” Roger Ascham

This Trick

This trick, which is so startling,
a curiosity without answers,
my greatest reason for hope,
the ever developing question,
a gift of discovery to share,
to sit and be unfathomed in
unrestrained meanders free
of encumbered expectations,
a life unfastened, ready to be
explored as a new future. 


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See That Girl – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting Poetics with a tribute to long time member of the bar Bjorn from Sweden and the invitation is to write a poem using a line form Abba’s ‘Dancing Queen.’

I could’t get past dancing or the line “Ooh, see that girl.”

dVerse Poets – Poetics – This One’s For You Bjorn

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See That Girl

Ooh, see that girl,
she's like a candy swirl,
strobed ball mirrored in her eyes,
flashing amyl smiles for those 
night-time miles of Donna and Gloria,
spine melting moves and chakra 
grooves sashayed to the spine,
it's Friday loose and the beat divine


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Greater Than – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille with an invitation to use the word crown.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Heady is the Poem that Wears a Crown

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“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.” Khalil Gibran

Greater Than

If I called you a princess
what would your throne look like,
you are so tall above your peers,
selflessly sheltering all, giving life 
by your breath and wholeness by
your astounding beauty lavished 
on my eyes, your crown greater 
than every trinket jewel.


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Yes – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“I think the eyes flirt most. There are so many ways to use them.” Anna Held

Yes

Never a word in
this delicious conversation,
your eyes yessed mine
with unnerving penetration,
without invitation,
your corners creased with
Persephone's confidence,
your gentle assault overrunning 
my fleeting ambivalence,
putting doubt to the sword in
deft strokes of sparkle.


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But Of Birthing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Hope sleeps in our bones like a bear waiting for spring to rise and walk.” Marge Piercy

But Of Birthing

Have you ever noticed a chrysalis evolve,
or seen a chicken lay an egg or watched a
woman give birth, surely that is precious
and privileged in the nature of things,
the mystery of life at its most raw,
a beautiful exposure of vulnerability pure,
but of birthing, what is said of the inner,
what is being birthed within me, through me,
what transforms, what grows, as I navigate 
this amazing world?


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