Monthly Archives: June 2019

Four Sheets – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Sheets – RDP – Sunday

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Four Sheets

As dusk settled
we set sail again
the winds were pushing hard,
we turned and turned
three sheets a broadside,
and how we rolled about
in the dark murky deep,
each time coming
back from the brink,
shouting and grappling
we clung for life
as waves crashed all around us,
then, as dawn approached,
we reached beyond
a sweat upon our brow,
we were four sheets on love
our longing now consumed.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Would You? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Propose – Word of the Day

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Would You?

All at once the world collides
a quantum of leap
in a valley of lush spring,
the Eiffel Tower
subsumes to fish and chips
by the narrow creek,
a longing beyond language
a fragile knowing,
the universe
but also the mundane
of the everyday of ever year
without fail,
the most ordinary thing
in an extraordinary way
forever before,
and after much more,
holding breath as if
holding the universe accountable,
such weight
released in a humble
and ordinary lumiere,
would you,
will you,
lie with me
till the dawn of time?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Stillness That Moves – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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Stillness That Moves

That feeling
when stillness moves,
vertiginous upheaval
transfer of heat,
second law of the
thermodynamics of love
rising,
growing,
but should it cool
then let the grasses
caress you to a
stillness that moves.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Treasured Trespass – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Treasured Trespass

There
a scintilla,
don’t blink,
this treasured trespass of skinship
a serein of feathery fingered polyrhythm,
seraphic sweetness
flourish of hope,
longing to fall into this field of dreams
clothed in knowing daisies,
a chain of love around our hearts
ever the stickied honey of desire.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Spiced With Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Potluck – In Other Words

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Spiced With Love

We had a little gathering from all along our street,
a Bob, a Jane or two, a Susan, James and more,
all placed a gift or three in our communal pot,
from generosity to empathy and listening stirred right in,
while some so very carefully spiced it with their love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Rouge Desire – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Alchemy with Laurie Lee

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“That first long secret drink of golden fire, juice of those valleys and of that time, wine of the wild orchards, of russet summer, of plump red apples, and Rosie’s burning cheeks. Never to be forgotten, or ever tasted again.”    ‘Cider With Rosie’ by Laurie Lee

The challenge by Laura Bloomsbury of dVerse Poets is to take a piece of prose by Laurie Lee and work it into a poem.

 

Rouge Desire

I drank of you that secret drink,
that juice of wild valleys
that moistened your ruby lips
of apple red seduction.

I sat with you in those russet hallways
of sun marked scapes of wonder,
and counted cotton candy clouds
that sugared us with joy.

Memories like clocks who ever know
how we loved each other like a
baroque lilting of romantic flow,
never scrumpy, always smooth as wine.

Your golden haired hypnotic dazzle
unforgettable in all eyes of seeing,
your fiery cheeks like rouge desire
for a love delighting in its time.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Whose Vulgarity? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Vulgar – Word of the Day

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I worry that we are becoming our parents.

 

 

Whose Vulgarity?

The older woman hissed
as the younger strutted past
her thong riding high
boyfriend clearly a plumber
and a gynaecologist,
piercings an insult
tattoos an injury to the eye,
and, O the language,
she muttered to herself:
clearly slutty
Vulgar,
bet she’s on the game,
on drugs,
on welfare
laughing at us,
right then
I turned and replied;
O mum your judgmentalism is
so utterly vulgar.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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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

 

Paul, pvcann.com.

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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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