Monthly Archives: September 2019

Unravelling – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Unravelling external selves and coming home to our real identity is the true meaning of soul work.”  Sue Monk Kidd

Unravelling

Someone knitted me a jumper a van winkle ago
and sadly I caught it on a principle
thinking I could simply step away
I discovered I was entangled,
the yarn caught fast
pulling as I moved,
finally breaking,
running madly,
exposing me,
and, just as fast,
I was unraveling inside.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Covert – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Spy

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“I wait with silent passion for one gesture, one glance from you.”  Rumi

 

Covert

I can feel you watching and
if I turn around I know I’ll catch you
pretending not to but we never
say a word to spoil this endless
covert game we lovers play.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Noctuary – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Descriptive Detail

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“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.”  Langston Hughes

Noctuary

Dreams are like a Dalian reality
melting the fantasy of my waking life,
how else would mist filled lakes call me
to tree lined shores in desirable lands,
where clearings happily appear
and docile waves lap the sand,
somehow, intuitively, you just know
that a cipher will appear,
though more subtly than desired,
why the ornate and bejewelled
viking dragon-boat like molten gold
drifting through the mist?
And you know it’s not the boat,
but the gift borne within it
that will gestate and stay with you
for an eternity,
dreams are like that.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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There Are Times – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Madness 2

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“The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.”  Joseph Campbell

 

There Are Times

The thin thread of the real
never leaves me,
though it stretches to breaking
and there are times that I must
dissociate awhile
to live in beauty and ponder
the possibility of the good,
to live inside
while outwardly existing amidst
the clouds that presage
an ugliness of life undoing
my existential fortress,
of which I can do little
until it can pass,
it’s a struggle when your
inside is out and your
outside is in.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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It Had Wandered – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Madness

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“It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed.”  Thomas Moore

 

It Had Wandered

If only she could paint them,
but the colours were all wrong
they were coming too fast
and speaking real slow,
collecting at her temples
and bursting in her ears
while the words on the news-stand
started flying and though
she tried, she couldn’t catch them
and put them back except that
one word, evol, which
creased her brow and
made her hide inside herself,
till I turned it around
at which she cried and laughed
and held her head and
sang a song,
even so, she didn’t trust that
word, it spoke of all the wrongs,
a wasted life and a cruel hope
just out of reach,
but there was no madness in her,
it had wandered down the street.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Memorable – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“In order to see birds it is necessary to become part of the silence.”  Robert Lynd

Memorable

Today was many things,
as most days often are,
a collection of the senses
my soul so nurtured,
and even a few mundane things
helping the rest stand out,
but the most memorable of all,
so simple, yet moving,
was the arrival of a
New Holland honeyeater
who hid in the shrubs
near the birdbath,
Tentatively flitting in and
out to the water’s edge
watching us
taking all of us in
making sure it was safe
to dance in the water
the splashes were music
that filled the silence
we conspired to offer,
I wondered later if I had
seen myself.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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No One Dares – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

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“forcible intercourse with one individual is called “Rape” and raping thousands of individuals at a time is called “Politics.”  Srinivas Shenoy

 

 

No one Dares

It’s a politicians job to lie,
but the public need a facade
window dressing
with dummies and all,
emperors without clothes,
and no one dares shout out,
we now serve the politicians
as they once served us,
but I wish they’d just nick off.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Unforgettable – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Ripening – VJs Weekly Challenge 63

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“I look forward to being older, when what you look like becomes less and less an issue and what you are is the point.” Susan Sarandon

Unforgettable

There’s nothing quite like a fine aged red
with full bodied flavour,
notes of fruit and chocolate
smooth, smoky oak,
with a velvety texture,
elegant, and goes with many things,
whereas, though a young wine entices,
it is a little presumptuous
though thoroughly drinkable
but not ready to be memorable,
ripe, yet unsophisticated,
whereas an aged wine is an
unforgettable experience
ripening in the memory,
a vintage of desire.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Wonderland – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Child-Childhood

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“Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.”  E.B. White

Wonderland

Sonorous BBC radio
concertos and Tom Jones,
mum’s crooners
swallowed by mop tops,
dragonflies and frogs
by the gurgling brook,
Bill and Ben
rocket ships
Dr. Who on the telly,
Who can pee over the wall?
Show me yours Stella,
reading under the blanket,
Lego advent
laughter and tears,
cowboys and Indians,
cricket in the backyard,
5th of November,
birthday cakes,
grazed knees,
worlds beyond the fence
of tigers roaming close by
pirates sneaking
gunslingers and nazis,
cardboard fantasies,
adventures in wonderland.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Truth Costs (The Ballad of Richard Boyle) – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: abc.net.au. Richard Boyle, whistleblower who raised concerns about the Australian Tax Office and debt collection methods known by the archaic term garnishing. Boyle’s concerns have been shown to be grounded and yet he faces substantial jail time for alerting the nation as to a genuine problem.

 

“In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.  Czeslaw Milosz

Truth Costs (The Ballad of Richard Boyle)

You gangster of words
truthy extraordinaire
crusader of transparency
swimming in a tide of malefaction,
you called it and
told us what it was,
and they cried foul,
so embarrassed that
their little game was up,
but fro the truth
you must pay.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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