Monthly Archives: January 2019

Tell You A Secret – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Secret Treasure

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Tell You A Secret

Our treasure is love’s depth and richness,
whose reservoir is so full and life giving,
and our secret is so very simple,
We refuse to buy each other, rather,
we give our treasure away, investing in each other.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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The Question – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Upside Down – VJs Weekly Challenge

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The Question

I saw a question
on the side of the road,
a struggling plant,
gasping, calling for water,
and none to be found,
save for the discarded plastic bottle
of nature’s spring water,
resolutely shut,
lying nearby,
self-absorbed,
and totally unaware
of the gift it withholds,
selfishly smug,
secure in its expense.
Will the plastic ever care,
now that it has so cleverly seduced us
and shut us against our very own life?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Speak From Me – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud.”  Émile Zola

 

Speak From Me

The inner dualities,
centuries old,
rage within,
threatening emptiness, nakedness,
sadness,
if I pick up my brush or my pen,
or maybe my spade,
my mind asks that striving question,
will it be profound?
Which is really a question of
will it matter?
Yet a more timid urge,
the one that seems less in the world,
at least, until the work is done,
is when the heart says,
speak from me.
There, at my very centre,
arises the profound,
my profound,
in all its authentic glory.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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If Only – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Quadrille #72 – dversepoets – Steep

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Photo: cloud, mist and rain over Bluff Knoll.

 

If Only

The rise sounds easy,
but the elevation compounds,
and my backpack weighs heavily,
as I clamber and scramble,
shin barked and breathless,
inching towards my goal,
O if only I’d taken the escalator
for this steep ascent,
the office to which I’m bound.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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In My Whole – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

What Do You See – Helene Vaillant

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In my whole

There are those times,
though fewer than I’d like,
when I ride the thermals to me,
a flight beyond fancy,
wherever that may be and,
to ensconce
in the luxury of my inner world
a vast continent of view
to feel,
to chew,
the thoughts that are so delicious,
to tease the obtuse
and the ever beyond so hard to apprehend
to touch the daily with delight
taking time to reflect
where the jingle jangle is so without
and I am so within
feeling prescient,
whole,
inexplicably content,
an infinity,
floating,
above these tufts of merengue,
sitting in my old friend
the tree of life as wisdom tree
looking,
seeing,
a wisdom so inarticulate,
other than to say,
I am me,
and here I am,
contentedly content,
in my whole.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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No Jibe Talking – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Acquiesce – Word of the Day

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“The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people but the silence over that by the good people.”  Martin Luther King Jr. (with echoes of Edmund Bourke).

No Jibe Talking

The hallways offer up a lifetime of
stale urine and cigarette ash,
I don’t think the cleaner turns up,
sounds and smells
flit in and out of my consciousness,
TV coming from 16,
laughter from 20,
someone talking loudly on the phone,
34’s door is badly fractured,
I smell Cabbage.
The hall light is flickering,
its life almost over,
like some in here,
blondie from 47 is remonstrating with
a mean looking guy,
I slow as I near her door,
blondie is holding her ground,
something about money,
she gets paid tomorrow,
I hover,
then, just for fun,
I start knocking on doors,
time for a show,
mean man slows his patter,
adjusts his stance,
everyone watching,
he climbs down,
then starts to leave,
“I’ll be back if you don’t pay”
He glares,
Don’t bother mate, she says,
we’ll be here waiting for you,
we all laugh,
here, we’re all at our wits end,
but there’s no jibe for mean guys,
we stick together.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Take Flight – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Flight – RDP Sunday

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“From age 6 to 12, I lived in seven different countries, moving from one refugee camp to another, hoping we would be wanted.”  Clemantine Wamariya

 

Take Flight

Their guns,
it is always their guns,
we have no guns of our own,
Their guns are menacing,
and their words are spite and spittle,
we are suspicion incarnate,
despised and rejected we must take flight.
We are diaspora to the world,
our minds are broken down,
our hearts are ever restless for home,
but our feet seek places of hope,
and people of peace.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Jumbuck Blues – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Waltzing – Word of the Day

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Jumbuck Blues

Forget that bloody sheep Matilda,
it’ll be the death of me,
besides, the billabong’s a little crowded and all,
so let’s split for somewhere quiet,
we’ll go to Carpentaria and boil some roo tail soup,
or perhaps to Kununurra and pick some bush tucker fruits,
maybe down to Port Augusta and throw a line or two,
I’ve a hankering for fish and eggs,
no jumbuck now for me.
Now, I’ve packed me swag and all,
and my nose is pointed down the road,
so, waddya say there Tilly,
shall we waltz the night to somewhere,
anywhere but here?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Fused – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Combine – Word of the Day

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Fused

Heated undulations,
rapture,
thrill,
to the precipice we raced,
and as we collapsed
in the aftermath,
we held together,
fused,
reluctant to return
to our former selves,
not wanting to be found
less than this moment.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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To This Day – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Haunting – Word of the Day

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To This Day

The wolf ran past yowling and yelping,
pure terror in his eyes,
and I wondered what I might encounter ahead,
so I continued the path for a while,
till I saw you approaching my way,
and as you passed you moved your hood,
so that I glimpsed your unashamed eyes.
You fixed on me with a determined stare,
and my heart stumbled in a beat,
as I registered the sweetest pain,
then we continued our separate ways,
and though my life went on,
I can never erase that day.
Your beauty was a beauty of the painful kind,
arousing an unquenchable desire,
you still haunt me to this day,
and so I hunt for you in every crowd.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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