Monthly Archives: December 2018

Treasures – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Traditions – Word of the Day

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Treasures

It began with a beginning
as these things often do,
when we made ourselves a something,
from a timeless recipe of note,
with ingredients at random like
a kiss inviting more,
a touch electrifying with longing,
a gaze that touched our soul,
a word that sang our heart,
and folding all with love,
these are the rituals of our sacred trysts,
traditions born of loving,
treasures to be held.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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There Was A Beginning – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Inception – Word of the Day

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There Was A Beginning

There was a beginning, of course,
when our lips and fingers spoke a mythic language,
in an age when time stood still between us,
or so it seemed.
We chartered erogeneity
to its apex,
and rode waves of joy,
as if we were riding a demon bull,
for all our lives depending on it,
only to rest in each other,
just for the briefest moment
until we recommence that conversation,
from the very beginning,
once again.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Smile Barista, Smile – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Promising – Word of the Day

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Smile Barista, Smile

Regulars,
we cross the threshold of this cafe again,
and there you are as usual,
never smiling, ever frowning,
the worries of the world on your shoulders,
uncountable problems in your head.
You scowl as you process each order,
and I say to myself,
I bet I can get you to smile.
Yet the wry comments fell flat,
the joke failed,
you fended the compliment with ease,
but I had one ace up my sleeve,
and I played it with kindness,
I cleared our table for you,
and returned our cups to the counter,
now that made you smile.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Desire – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Goal – Word of the Day

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Desire

The ageless dance,
an inner landscape of desire
so difficult to articulate,
but which can be spoken by other means,
a language so sensual the soul sings,
and if enunciated carefully,
whole worlds become transparent,
as we discovered,
while the daisies smiled over us.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Holiday Girth – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Corpulent – RDP Thursday

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Holiday Girth

It just appeared one day,
just like that!
I was girt with holiday girth,
all those puddings, cakes and tarts,
another chocolate?
Oh, go on. you only live once!
Turkey, chicken, pork with trimmings,
the table sagging with weight,
just like my gut.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Not The Done Thing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Done

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Not The Done Thing

It’s just not cricket,
it simply isn’t the done thing,
to want more when more is more than we need,
while the earth cries out for rest,
and people are crying for basic needs.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: “It’s just not cricket” refers to the sport or game of cricket where fair-play is paramount. To say that something is not cricket means that something is not fair, that justice is absent, that something is wrong, something is unacceptable.

Paul, pvcann.com

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Did We? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Holiday – Word of the Day

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Camped at Docker River, later dingoes would prowl close for scraps.

 

Did We?

Will it rain?
Will it be Hot?
Hats, shorts and bathers,
sunblock, and snorkel,
raincoats and jumpers.
Did we pack the wine,
books and cashews,
the phonecharger?
Have I put socks in?
Headphones?
Where’s the credit card?
Hope there’s enough petrol.
Water bottle? Oh yes, it’s in the back.
Did I leave the iron on?
Oh come on, for goodness sakes,
we’ll never get away!

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Serenity – foto fun

Serenity – foto fun

 

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Sunset at Jindalee, looking east. Always serene in the bush.

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Spirit Of Christmas – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Family – Word of the Day

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The Spirit Of Christmas

Post pudding buddhas,
recalling family fictions with alacrity,
punctuated with beery belches,
and laughter, of course,
as gifts are exchanged,
the excitement of socks and handkerchiefs,
as the everyday becomes a rich moment of joy.
Conversations of no particular importance,
early morning,
later night,
the spirit of Christmas is uncorked,
and sloshed about,
lubricating desiccated relatives,
loosening propriety,
aunt daisy heehawing like nobody’s business,
the buddhas pontificating,
changing the world,
while under the mistletoe,
lips lacking fidelity
with champagne romance,
and the solace of fruit mince.
Soon it will be weary time and a leaving,
till next year.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Jacky Boy Gets In – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Frost – Word of the Day

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Jacky Boy Gets In

I said that thing,
you know, the thing that shouldn’t be said,
the fast retort,
the smug rejoinder,
the sarcastic defence,
“just like your mother.”
And your lungs collapsed,
your eyes flashed,
wounded,
angry,
betrayed.
Of course I was sorry,
but O so slow to get to it.
And, although it wasn’t winter,
I had invited Jacky Boy once again,
as a frost enveloped us.
The thaw,
though inevitable,
would take some time,
and our memories,
though different,
would retain the sting.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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