Monthly Archives: June 2019

Invitation – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Subtle – VJs Weekly Challenge 54

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Invitation

Days passed
as sly glances became overt
with no response,
though no overture was proffered
she dallied by the lift
and waited by the copier,
he was oblivious
until that one day
she lingered in the cafe,
sat next to him, and
hit him with an invitation
written on her face.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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To Listen – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Help – RDP Sunday

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To Listen

You danced me round solutions
you carried me with ideas
you tautologically vented
as that is what spleens do,
stated your anger which
wasn’t mine at all,
dark mutterings of murder
to right the wrongs
as you saw
though differently to my eyes,
you even spoke for me,
without invitation I might add,
all I wanted was
for you to listen,
that would have helped
me most of all.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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The Very Center – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Peace – RDP Saturday

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Photo: the Moore River at the rear of New Norcia monastery.

The Very Center

The trickster offers it with a flourish
bargained as something for our time,
but it came with Zyklon B
and piles of childrens shoes,
it was so eerie
but then,
evil takes your breath away,
it comes with napalm
cluster bombs
and starvation,
the guns eventually silenced
but there was no peace
not even in the cathedrals or temples
or the consumption of techniques
could I find it,
sure, I read a book or two,
met a guru,
sat with the sacred,
then the day dawned where
I saw peace in all its beauty,
where its friend stillness habited
the midst of the eye of my storm,
and the very center
was how I was
as much as where
never who,
but it helps to smell
the eucalypts and feel the sandstone,
touch the water,
and just sit
while the winds of life
rage all around me,
and there it is.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Divine – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Rose – RDP Friday

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Divine

So delicate this bud,
to trace that skin
atop its slender stem,
pure velvet
so smooth
fine
unrevealed
divine to touch,
to caress
so,
so beautiful,
beyond words,
desirable,
and the perfume,
well,
you know
Roses
are a little the same.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Damn! – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Annoyed

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Damn!

Arms akimbo, pout solid on my mask,
a solitude of righteous innocence
I’m dudgeoned but you laughed which
riled me no end and then you kissed me,
damn, did you notice you made me smile?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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It Is Your Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Word of the Day – Nourish

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It is Your Love

The broth of healing warms my bones
and touches every fibre of my soul
bringing to life the very juice
constrained within and
now running down my chin
of appreciation as
the cold of denial is kept at bay
and the weariness of the world is
transformed, as now an energy
released upon which I thrive,
this healing broth which nourishes
is pure and whole
full of goodness unsullied
by the ills of the world,
it is
your gift of love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Of Promise – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Meet Jackie Hulbert

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Art Work: Jackie Hurlbert by permission, via dVerse Poets and Linda Lee Lyberg.

 

Of Promise

She, as many do,
was moving through the doors
of her life and not with ease
so much as a quiet confidence
that was easily torn at the edges
when things went wrong,
and, of course,
too quickly for it to be true
she would blame herself
often referring to a multitude
of lack by some
meaningless comparison;
she was puzzled at how others
would affirm her creative zest
and her beauty,
but when she looked in the mirror
she only saw and ordinary woman
with messy hair,
where others saw
a beautiful, wild garden
of promise.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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I Would Drink – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Ghazal Form 2

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I would Drink

At Isfahan we stopped at the coffeehouse for a drink,
hot tea, coffee, water pipe, what shall I drink?

The Sufi say distil the Qur’an in water for enlightenment,
where is your heaven that you may drink?

We sit in rapt attention while tales of Shahnameh are told,
but all hell breaks out when Ester walks by, her soul we drink.

Khorasan markets were fun today, so many trinkets bought.
Who knows if those laden camels had time to drink?

The vainglory of the tavern as we remake the world,
because he is downcast and dad Darius should not drink.

I sometimes wonder what matters to youth.
Of sipping, slurping and gulping, how do you drink?

My girl Kohinoor in my mind’s eye at the window I see,
my desire, she’s so far away, but her fruit I would drink.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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The Wall – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Fretboard of Poetry

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The Wall

The wall,
amalgam of clay and fire
stands boldly,
but time smiles benignly
knowing full well that it must
eventually give way
slowly,
frittering and fretting
as washed by life,
revealing
a softness so strong
it has no need of that
hardened,
calloused skin.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: Fret refers to a number of things – worry, to be consumed, and to be worn down. It was an old masons term for the deterioration of bricks.

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Coloured Every Space – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Coloured Every Space

There was a time of doldrum days
becalmed in old routines and
repetitious droughts of mind
like harvest fields of crackling grain
and hanging, dry, stringy bark,
when creeks were dry
and summer blazed
with no relief in sight,
until I heard the rustling leaves
and tap, tap, tapping screen door
with a breath of air,
I sensed a change as
you drifted in and
coloured every space.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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