Photo: everyday health.com
That noise,
why were there bees in the meeting room,
I hadn’t noticed any earlier,
I couldn’t see one
but the subtle drone was persistent,
motions pending, views, visions,
targets to be reached,
all the signs were there
I was on the cusp of a coma,
I drifted off,
departing this dry land of monotony
I mentally drew a caim
and withdrew to my inner sanctuary
where my real work is done.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem
Presence- VJs Weekly challenge
Photo: pixabay.com
I remember dinner so long ago,
I must have been a world
weary conscious four,
you were home after shift
as roster flew by and,
you seemed to linger awhile
less on the edge
more where I could see you,
know you,
though then, you were very
dark and fearsome
confused with pain
you knew not how to fathom,
even so, there were moments
middled in the muddle of it all
where happiness came along,
and one day you went,
a little too soon,
beyond the edge where I
could not longer see you clearly,
but now, after so long,
I can feel your presence.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, grief, life, love, poem, relationship
Photo: unsplash.com
They say,
whoever they are,
that beauty is in the
eye of the beholder,
perhaps that is true,
or that beauty lies within,
even so,
beauty without action is hollow,
eyes and ears are easily captivated
while the heart alone is melted
by the self-giving of compassion.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, love, mindfulness, poem, relationship
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Climate Crisis
Cartoon found at sites.duke.edu
“The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.” Rachel Carson
They filled in the wetlands and gave me a house
of dreams filled with death,
and we cut down the trees that gave us life
that we might see the views of the city lights,
in a panic we scorched everything in the
belief that we must perpetuate production,
the very poison that kills all,
while giving happiness in spades of plastic that
smothers reality and makes us long for more
fictions that soothe and inspire
how self murder is so healthy for us,
I awoke this morning to find
my limbs removed,
my lungs cut down
and plastic in my gut,
I am Eco,
I am dying
for the fiction.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under environment, Free Verse, grief, life, nature, poem, relationship
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Sun – 8th anniversary
Photo: Taken at Atwell two winters ago.
As the sun sets in the western sky
will it rise again tomorrow,
will it shine as it did at Runnymede,
or Philadelphia,
or Paris in 48,
or Mabo in 92,
the light is now clouded
darkness descends,
my heart hopes
yet weighed down.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, nature, poem, politics
Photo: pixabay.com
Everyone’s going it’s a la monde,
you could be Buble, Jagger or Cardi,
I sighed and relented
and tagged along,
but they were all off-beat
and way, way out of key,
they were having such fun,
but I was thinking,
I’d rather be me.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, music, poem
Photo provided by Patricia’s Place via pixabay.com
When I have whelved all my thoughts to the
point that I dwell in anomia
I go to the edge to listen to the wind calling,
while the water caresses,
and I remember your laughter.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under beach, challenge, Five Lines, Free Verse, life, love, poem
Photo: peoplesriverhistory.us. Artist Wes Modes sailed this recreated 1940s shanty boat down the Tennessee River in 2016 as part of the project – ‘A Secret History Of American River People’
Beware the echo-chamber!
We named her SS Egalitarian,
fuelled her with libertarian spirit
and collectively manoeuvred along the river
wisely steering round the rocks of despair,
avoiding log-jams upstream,
keeping to ourselves, naturally
no boarders here
our company pure,
ideologically speaking of course,
untainted, ideal,
and though we steered so well
navigating this river of life,
the skin of her hull
our very words in fact,
ran out, and the
democracy of the river poured in.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under boats, Free Verse, life, philosophy, poem, politics
Photo: quotesgram.com
Of pretty things
what is the order,
is it all forensic, quartered,
or lusted gynaecology
a micro world of disjunction
that angry misogyny
looking to land a trophy
or perhaps sapio pretensions,
an inner dreamland
formed of saccharine voices,
doesn’t pretty force an and or
which leaves us at ugly
by a cruel fantasy,
an absence of truth,
yet it stares right at us,
pretty is surely the
heart of love and light
an effervescence of life
the sparkling eyes
soft words
hands
running
looks
someone
everyone
surely.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, poem
Photo: mirror.co.uk
Dust puthered as the circle was scribed
center marked with a fat Tom Bowler
all the doogs are out,
aggies and cats eyes at the ready
tension holds the air
everyone is breathing shallow
strategies forming
a serious gamble
hopes running high,
someone will win the lot,
most will lose
perhaps their favourite,
dreams will be dashed,
glass ball poker
high roller stakes
before the siren,
life’s mnemonic.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under community, Free Verse, life, poem
Things I want to say about this, that, and the other thing.
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cooking with love from all over the world
If Existence is a dream, let us dream perfection....
and peculiar ponderings...
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"unspoken words demand to be written."
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Things I want to say about this, that, and the other thing.
This WordPress.com site is for thoughts from "the other side"
Heart of a Poet
Dark poetic surrealism for beautiful brooding eyes
cooking with love from all over the world
If Existence is a dream, let us dream perfection....
and peculiar ponderings...
My Writings
Be attractive always
Get on your bike … and ride to the opera house.
Just another WordPress.com site
Finding the Truth behind the American Hologram
Grow Flake By Flake
Thoughts that provoke yours.
Travel for Fun and Adventure
How I see life ❤
A combination of things created and things lived
"unspoken words demand to be written."
My life every Sunday..
Illustration, Concept Art & Comics/Manga
