Monthly Archives: October 2019

Her Legs – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Word of the Day – Hurry

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“I love to tease men with my legs.”  Eartha kitt

Her Legs

As dinner concluded
the maitre d asked,
a corner couch sir,
All whiskey and cigars his tone,
so I sat on a couch till,
with a swish and a sigh,
I was gifted the company of an angel
though more devilish than first appeared,
she sat opposite all preoccupied
smiling allure when I dared to glance,
No hurry, I told myself, and
when she crossed her legs
I lingered long and she
caught my eye and winked
and my heart sure missed a beat,
later at the till the ‘d’ enquired,
did you like the appointed corner?
I just smiled and said yes,
it was a room with
quite an engaging view.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Between Worlds – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poets Pub.

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write using senses, just as Roy did on Bladerunner with that famous speech: “I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe …”

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“Not every cloud which darkens the day brings rain.”  Heitharvega Saga.

Between Worlds

Bach was playing fugues
as the storm clouds crossed my coast
and the Valkyries couldn’t decide
whether Midgard or Asgard
were calling me,
something was brewing,
my chest was tight and
I was on edge, I couldn’t
quite put my finger on it,
I was between worlds
but I knew that what came next
would possess me.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Gone – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Prosery – All Hallows

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“Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortal.”  Emily Dickinson

 

Gone

He smiled as I lit a candle in memory, his face briefly illumined in the flare of the match. We reminisced, he and I, as we sipped our mulled wine in the quiet of the eve. Those days of school caps, soccer, steam trains, fish and chips in the high street, so many memories. We recounted all those souls who’d gone before us, choosing to redeem their lives by letting go their shortcomings and recalling their good side, to do otherwise would lack any sense of grace or humanity. The night drew long, and talk turned to he and I and all those years and some lost opportunities, the what ifs and maybes of life. I felt the tears welling, and as I blinked my eyes blurred. Eventually, as my eyes cleared, I looked up and saw that he was gone, until next time.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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We Sat Together – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Monday – Mend

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“Change does not roll in on the wheels of inevitability, but comes through struggle”. Martin Luther King Jn.

 

We Sat Together

The room went very quiet as we sat together,
it was a pigment of their imagination
that we were perhaps not quite right,
somehow an offence to
the workings of the universe,
but we sat none-the-less
making our mend
one conversation at a time,
bridging the gulf of
someone’s triumphant version of history,
grounding ourselves in each other,
making our paths straight.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Old Farm Gate – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: Farm gate – found on Pinterest

“Men are not so much the keepers of herds as herds are the keepers of men.”  Henry David Thoreau

The old Farm Gate

I leaned on the old gate as I was wont to do,
and it seemed a good thing,
the gate offered no objection
rather, a welcome to reflect as I
leaned and looked out at all that was before me,
in the dry of the day the rust
like barnacles clung to the wizened steel,
but some flaked and powdered
and I felt its roughness
a reminder of the many winters it has endured
since it was hung in less complicated times
when boundaries were respected and a
gate was merely a choice of
coming or going, to be in or out,
this gate might not make another hundred
but for now it has more stories to tell.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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How I React – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Word of the Day – Karma

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“This body, full of faults, has yet one great quality: Whatever it encounters in this temporal life depends upon one’s actions.”  Nargarjuna

How I React

You said words which cannot be undone
and in the simple math of cause and effect
how I reacted determined my pain and
gave grounds for yours
should you choose to nurture it so,
but in the end we chose to
hold that space and
find a balanced view,
sowing forgiveness and reaping love,
then suddenly finding that
the words had gone,
as if a thunderstorm had
watered the earth and passed over
without event.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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It Is In Loving – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Polyptoton

At dVerse Poets Frank has invited us to use a Polyptoton in a poem. One example that comes to mind is from the well known ‘Prayer of St. Francis’ and the line “To be understood as to understand.” Or where the word form doesn’t change as in the Beatle’s “Please, please me ….”

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“This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love; the more they give, the more they possess.”  Rainer Maria Rilke

It Is In Loving

There is no price
where love is known,
a value beyond all values,
you cannot capture
and make prisoner your desire,
love is not in subjugation,
purchase or control,
that is not love at all,
rather, it is in loving
that we are loved.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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As Poppies Weep – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon.

RDP Thursday – A Flower Cried

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“All war is a symptom of man’s (sic) failure as a thinking animal.”  John Steinbeck

As Poppies Weep

How best can you die and
at what hands might that be,
how excruciating can we make it
of bullets, shells and gas
lost in the thick of bloodied mud
and barbed protections
that betray any sense of humanity
certainly not animal because
animals know better than we,
how is it that we,
the thinking species,
slit the wrists of
every generation
and dare to call it glory,
and for what,
some politician’s ideological orgasm
where there are no gasps of ecstasy
only sobs of grief and despair
as poppies weep for the seed of youth.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Readied – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse – Poetics

Laura at dVerse has challenged us to take a line of Pablo Neruda and create a riposte or rejoinder.

I have chosen “Why did the grove undress itself only to wait for the snow.” Pablo Neruda

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“What is to give light must endure burning.”  Victor Frankl

Readied

The confessional moment is pending,
an absurdist response,
to excoriate and purify
the hidden
by a letting go
a shedding of pretence,
no room for Janus
though Sisyphus is close,
tearing at the inane
letting the core settle
in a visceral landscape
where the cold burns,
let it be so!
For cauterised we are yet
emboldened,
strengthened,
readied,
for the new.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Wrestling Visions – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

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Photo: Lake Ballard shore line.

“We are in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us ….”  John Muir

Wrestling Visions

Surely you know a spider’s web
all sheen of gossamer neatly strung
finely tuned to capture,
just like the web
that its my heart
which captures breathless
beauty that escapes words,
quivering with the slightest tremor
of the subtlest emotions,
my body wrestling visions.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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