Monthly Archives: July 2019

My Real Work – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Target – Word of the Day

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Photo: everyday health.com

 

My Real Work

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

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After So Long – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Presence- VJs Weekly challenge

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Photo: pixabay.com

 

After So Long

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

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Even So – poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Melt – RDP Friday

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Photo: unsplash.com

 

Even So

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

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Dying For The Fiction – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Climate Crisis

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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

 

 

Dying For The Fiction

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

 

 

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As The Sun Sets – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Sun – 8th anniversary

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Photo: Taken at Atwell two winters ago.

 

 

As The Sun Sets

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

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I’d Rather Be Me – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Karaoke – Word of the Day

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Photo: pixabay.com

 

I’d Rather Be Me

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

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I Remember – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – The Beach

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Photo provided by Patricia’s Place  via pixabay.com

 

I Remember

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

 

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Our Very Words – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Lofty – RDP Tuesday

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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!

 

Our Very Words

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

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Everyone – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Pulchritudinous – RDP Monday

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Everyone

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

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Glass Ball Poker – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Marble – RDP Sunday

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Photo: mirror.co.uk

 

Glass Ball Poker

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

 

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