Monthly Archives: April 2019

To Bring Her Closer – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Moon – Word of the Day

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To Bring Her Closer

Her face shone
lighting the whole
and she beamed knowing
that I adored her and
I resolved to
spend some time
weaving my heart-felt
love to bring her closer.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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April – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night 241 – April

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Notably, April is autumn in Australia and is less visually distinct, except for the introduction of deciduous plants which change colour and shed their leaves. In contrast most eucalypts shed all year round, and the only noticeable colouring of autumn is the green grass. But in the northern hemisphere it is spring. April means, following the Latin aperire, to open. I’m going with spring for this poem.

 

April

She was more than a little shy,
slow to blossom and
reluctant to show,
she clung to the covers of winter
fearing she’d catch cold,
but one warm day she unfurled
her buds so beautiful
limbs slender yet full
her nakedness was
utterly bewitching,
but only for a moment,
what really captivated
was the way she opened
inwardly for everyone
and touched the eyes
of their hearts.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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We Learned To bend – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Compromise – RDP Thursday

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“Love without sacrifice is like theft.” Nassim Nicholas Taleb

 

We learned To Bend

There is a oneness
that we found or,
perhaps, we made
of each other,
smoothing those edges
colouring the other,
what’s mine is yours
those worldly goods
some stayed and
some went,
we evolved together
and, on the shape
the colour,
the style or fad,
we learned to bend
more than a little
without breaking the
integrity that
held the core of us.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Shadowy Mawk – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Love the words

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If you wanted an example of nonsense … here’s a pile 🙂

Shadowy Mawk

Shadowy mawk of an open crypt
you dust-tongued wizened husk I smell
skulking, grave-groping, gurgling mass
of a griddle slack squawk eternal,
a mere muffle-toed peep
or sad gingered scrape,
such a hare-heeled fluvial flunk
ever to creep horror loathed
mickle-hearted or
sulphur scrack.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Rejoicing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Rainy Day

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Photo provided Patricias Place

 

 

Rejoicing

Grey clouds the harbinger
soon the gift of the heavens will be bestowed
and earth will sigh and drink again,
I will run along that hill naked,
rejoicing in every drop.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Real Work –

Resting – dVerse Poets – Pub Talk

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Photo: Baladjie Rock, Westonia, part of the Great Western Woodlands, and as you can see it is alongside the extensive Baladjie Salt Lake system. One of a multitude of places I find restful.

The Real Work

I had plans for this afternoon
but plans had otherwise
a momentary distraction
I wandered in Eden
then sat for awhile
caressed by the sun,
as birds sang arias while
insects buzzed coded smiles
the flora seductive,
and the work of the day faded
I was as light as air
my shoulders unfettered,
I drifted beyond,
and I smiled knowing that
the real work had just begun.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Of Possibilities – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

World – Word of the Day

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Of Possibilities

His tiny mind
reduced everything to a
post card ideology
of spittle speeches
and dilated visions of alarm,
waving meaningless symbols
ever building narrow dreams
of darkness in disguise,
a univocal monochrome
of controlled delight,
he blathered on
endlessly reciting
mantras of power
and praising hatreds
while I looked out the window
at a beautiful reality
of abundance,
stirring possibilities
of everything so global.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Dope I Mean – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Numerology – VJs Weekly Challenge 44

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The Dope I Mean

If you’re woke
you’ll know what’s dope
I mean
I sure do
eight, eleven and two
I’m always happy with you
smiles are your signature
love is your strength
with you I can move
and I can remember,
you bring feelings alive,
in you I take pleasure.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: Dopamine consists of C8H11NO2

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Let’s – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Naughty – Word of the Day

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Let’s

Vanilla is so
unsurprising
just a little too subtle,
you leaned over smiling
winking a
lascivious wink
and whispered in my ear,
“Let’s be spicy.”

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Wherever We Are – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Portable – Word of the Day

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Wherever We are

Sometimes
when we hold closely to
a pressing darkness
we surrender to an emptiness
a quagmire of despair
that is an implosion of hope
and yet,
the very thing we hold
at our centre
is the lightness of light
that is always wherever we are
as gift to the world.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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