Monthly Archives: December 2018

Agreed At Our Center – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Connect – RDP

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Agreed At Our Center

Sometimes I know what you’re thinking,
then I wonder that I’m hearing what you’re saying,
I wonder too what you’re not saying,
or if you’d say anything at all in this moment,
but I do know this,
we’re agreed at our center of love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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A Curious Thing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

What Do You See?

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A Curious Thing

A curious thing so bright and bold,
such a contrast to the snow?
what on earth is it for?
Superman booth?
Underpants on the outside,
of course.
A telephone,it says,
I vaguely remember one once,
on my grandmother’s bench,
in her retirement home,
but just to be sure,
I’ll just Google it,
of course.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Greatest Venture – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Venturesome – Word of the Day

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The Greatest Venture

Horizons call,
heights to be faced,
mountains to conquer,
rapids to crest or,
maybe go down to the woods.
Whatever it is,
no matter the urge,
it’s never the task,
instead, for most, it’s that little voice,
“are you sure about this?”,
that’s the greatest venture of all.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Completely Lost – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Enrapture – Word of the Day

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Completely Lost

I’m not sure what possessed me,
well, no, that’s not really true,
you did as you passed by,
and I reached out to take your hand,
strangers though we were.
I wanted to reach out to you,
you smiled like the morning sun,
unfazed by my brazen move,
and I lost myself in your welcoming eyes,
then after coffee,
I lost myself completely
in your ruby lips.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Where All Is Gift – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Dream – RDP Prompt

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Where All Is Gift

Behind my eyes lie other worlds,
deep in my unconscious,
and, though never quite the same,
there are many familiars,
alongside such wonderment,
where shadow meets soul,
scape upon scape,
in conversations of colours,
sounds and places.
A sojourn without end
where all is gift.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Sweet Pain – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Kinky – Word of the Day

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Photo: partiescostume.com  Cat Woman 🙂

It’s hard to imagine kinky or deviant nowadays compared to previous generations. So much of what was kinky even twenty years ago, is more in the mainstream, or least rarely raises an eyebrow, leaving less in the niche.

 

Sweet Pain

Swish,
sweee,
thwack.
Swish,
sweee,
thwack.
Ah, the sweetest sting
of nine tails and,
not a tear,
just a tingle down my spine.
Sweet pain,
a heavenly hell,
that’s my addiction,
swish,
sweee,
thwack.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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No Sides – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Squat – RDP

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No Sides

The wrong side
of what is not entirely clear
to me,
but wrong it is said,
of this or that,
from left to right,
in our typical binary fashion,
a perfected duality,
raising the prospect of
who’s in, who’s out?
as if one bloodline is corrupted,
or wombs are so ideologically different,
or blue eyes are ascendant,
and wealth is of colour!
Well, there is no geography,
only doctrinaire fantasy,
a blindness to the heart,
a denial of love.
Of squatters there should be not,
and those who rejoice that there are,
know squat of human connection.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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You Will – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Capitulate – Word of the Day

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You Will

One look and you’ll surrender,
she’ll melt your heart and
crease your lips.
Your words will evaporate
to sighs and groans,
the language of ecstasy.
There are no terms,
there is not treaty,
her smile is determined,
her eyes locked on,
you will surrender!

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Inner Child – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

What Do You See?

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Inner Child

It took some time to set you free,
I searched for the key,
but it was so long ago I
forgot it was at my very center;
my blindness hid you,
then I forgot you,
I shrank and dried up,
ever diminishing,
till one day
I stumbled on a clue,
love,
self,
which released you,
running, grinning, bouncing, leaping,
thirsting for life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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When Does A Life End? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Belligerent – Word of the Day

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When Does A Life End?

When does a life end?
perhaps when life is expended with age,
or with an intrusion of cancer or ill,
it should not be that pride is a weapon
and fists deliver a blow.
Today someone’s lover, daughter, son
has been broken,
a sideways glance taken wrong,
the flintiest jaw speaking beer or bourbon,
has meted a final solution.
As s/he lies lifeless,
something else has died,
the sense of Self and
the sacredness of life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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