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Unlike the rest of the flesh show,
she was interesting
so I decided to strike a conversation,
of course,
but as I approached
the bartender scowled at her
and she ran off,
I followed
up the stairs
along the hall
where she ran into a room,
when I got there
she was out on the ledge
as I reached out to grab her
too late did I see her gun
and only then did I realise
I was in a right pickle.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, poem
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He stood on the rise
loosened his tie and just ran
remembering those days when
his mother and father
lived an angry indifference
that had drawn him here,
to the four winds
who’d encouraged him,
conversing about the ancient quadrilateral
of brown paper and string
that would take him to lost realms
of heart and mind,
he flew here regularly
his laughter lighting the darkness
of everyone near.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem
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Screen door squeaked around five
the linoleum worn by his steps
he turned on the radio
music streaming
anonymously to his ears
while he sets to with dinner,
as always, the same simple fare,
and he’d bathe and tend her
feed her with love,
she’d rasp her gratitude,
it’s not what they’d planned,
lost were the card nights
the bar with the boys,
their dates were bedpans,
face washers and pills,
her nights were his nights,
till something resolved.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, Ilness, life, love, poem
What Do You See? – Willow Poetry
Image provided.
“Theologians may quarrel, but the mystics of the world speak the same language.”
Meister Eckhart
A medieval babel
we built the cloister as if to reach heaven,
high and lofty
grand as a statement of our
misplaced devotion,
realising too late
that there is nothing big enough to catch,
let alone contain,
that which we call God
who dwells in much humbler
less rational cathedrals.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under challenge, Free Verse, mindfulness, poem, quote, Spirituality
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I was ready to bleed for you
but you couldn’t wait
you crept in and
stole my heart
incarcerated in your beauty.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Five Lines, Free Verse, life, love, poem, relationship, romance
Photo: pixabay.com
The rugged sandstone fell in chunks
fragmenting in the river below
a millennia past,
and though nothing happened for a time,
or so it seemed,
the stone surrendered to the water
who loved the stone
to an external beauty
that belied its inner strength.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under challenge, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, nature, poem, Quadrille
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Every drive is an ascent of some description,
to reach the peak,
stand on the precipice
and risk the valley
of the every day.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann,com
Filed under Five Lines, Free Verse, life
Image: found on the conversation.com
He is anyone and everywhere
he is hunched
and tapping
machine-gun conversations
of putrescence
volatile, explosive,
deliberately abusive
his anger grins at the screen
while testosterone flywheels energise
but his cause is not the point,
merely to rile
is to win
this game.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, poem, Quadrille
Image: lounge.obviousmag.org A bust of Plato
Meno strutting in Athens with entourage
sycophant of Gorgias
that overblown sophist and Socratic doubter,
Plato counter-posed you
in a double counter play
of the virtue of virtue
how innate, how not,
and you were confused
a mere child caught in
a permanent aporia,
but Socrates,
dear, tragic Socrates
showed you the way,
to search for that which
we do not know.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Note: Plato wrote ‘Meno’ as a Socratic piece, a dialogue between Meno and Socrates. Meno is young and believes he is accomplished and clever, but Socrates proves him to be confused and lacking. Meno was also a mercenary who became involved with Cyrus the 2nd’s attempt to take the Persian throne from Artaxerxes, Cyrus was killed and Meno and other generals captured, all but Meno were beheaded. And I quip, at least he kept his head that time. The poem is really an elegy for Socrates who taught Meno a lesson.
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, history, life, philosophy, poem
Photo: popsugar.com
The waiter hovered solicitous
as we divined the menu
a sumptuous poem for the palate,
a veritable bacchanale,
the candle flickered as we talked with passion
reordering our every moment of the day,
we rejoiced in the smells of the jus and the spices
chewing with tender delight
the fat on our lips glistened
while the gravy ran down our chins
we laughed and we sighed
meditating on every morsel and word
forgetting the world
indulging each other
I took your hand
you stroked my ankle
the waiter hovered once more
was there anything else
O yes please,
Oysters, shucked, of course
but at home we had a different feast.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, relationship, romance, Sex
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The tale of an eternal journey
the astir musings
www.stacieamelia.com
Finding sanity in poetry...
Confessions of Life Changing Freak
...inspiration through words...
JUST AN ORDINARY PERSON WITH A HOPE TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE💫
"People may hear your words but feel your attitude! "❤🥀
This site is a hommage to Pierre Joubert, one of the greatest illustrators ever lived. He was born in Paris (june 27, 1910 and died in La Rochelle on January 13, 2002). On Wikipedia is suggested that (quote): ¨He had a controversial site. He has been tarred with collaboration with the Nazis during Worldwar II¨. Documents, however, have proved that this is not true. Intimi have confirmed that.
Life is unpredictable
Author Rebecca T. Dickinson, Corrie's Mom
Life & All The Things In Between
fictional faces, imaginary places
Blog of Writer Phillip Brunnengraeber
Travelling is a good way to make your life different as well as fitness and a balanced diet.
Conversations from the heart
From sighing to murmuring to contention
Curiosity to Infinity
