Monthly Archives: December 2019

A Horror Coming Down – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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Image: by Jonathan Burton and found at brainpickings.org

 

“In the time of deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”  George Orwell.

 

A Horror Coming down

Mobsters, junkies and clowns,
Orwell’s horror
a horror coming round,
soon we’ll be in the ground,
soon we’ll be in the ground,
write nothing,
think nothing,
don’t shake the tree,
just standin’ in my yard,
my business,
mine for me,
them don’t like it
no, they don’t want it,
no one’s for free,
my mind’s banged up
in a dead wing,
but they wanna own it,
they wanna write it,
the wanna tell me what to think,
just don’t think, no
just don’t think,
don’t speak at all,
it’s killing me man,
the shoot me down,
they shoot you down,
killer’s running round
all for peace,
some plastic peace,
righteous facade,
a horror coming down,
a horror coming down.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

Note 1: The poem carries a rap influence, and was inspired by ‘1984’, Edward Snowden’s revelations, and the plight of Drill Rap artists in the UK, Australia and the US where censorship has been used as a weapon to limit and control the artistic expression of Drill Rap as a genre. Yet another sickening moral panic (accusations of organised crime, criminality, drug use, murder, and threats – obviously the authorities don’t read or live in poverty areas, or check the facts) being used against writers, and Australian and British police using power to censor and restrict artistic expression.

Note 2: in the poem the word wing = prison.

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How Simple – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Thursday – Flourish

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“I dream of giving birth to a child asks, ‘Mother, what was war?'”  Eve Merriam

 

How Simple

How simple to hold,
to love,
feed,
encourage,
extend a branch towards hope,
how easy to cut the tree down
and offer striped pyjamas
and barbed wire,
gas,
to be disappeared,
stolen,
tortured,
bombed,
excluded,
walled,
how simple
that none flourish.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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The Devil Has A Clipboard – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The corruption of every government begins nearly always with that of principles.”  Charles  de Montesquieu

The Devil Has A Clipboard

The devil has a clipboard,
innocuous,
amorphous,
beady-eyed,
keeping score.
The devil has regulations,
no longer shy,
brazen,
not hiding in the detail
but living out in derision
and smug bastardry,
feeding on discomfort,
worse,
enjoying the powerlessness
of the confusion of
disavowed expectations
and the endless minutiae of
plausible impossibility
carefully tucked inside
shifting goalposts,
ever making promises and
snatching the joy away
just as the sweet and tender
seek to reach and trust.
The devil has a laptop,
keeping track,
seeking entrapment,
preying along the fault-lines
of desire and hope.
The devil has a home
inside your ballot box.
The Devil means well.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Silence Coming Back – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Echo

Merril at dVerse has invited us to use echo in a poem.

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“Life is an echo. What you send out comes back.”  Zig Zigglar

 

Silence Coming Back

I questioned the night and
the night questioned me,
as the question so the answer
faintly asked
faintly answered,
a familiar voice,
what of me,
what of night,
I sat in silence and pondered
a pondering ponder,
it was then I let go of myself
and found the answer
an echo of silence
coming back.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Root Canal Injustice – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Tuesday – Vacant

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Photo: Luka Kauzlaric – Courier Mail

 

“Wherever the real power in a government lies, there is the danger of oppression.”   James Maddison

Root Canal Injustice

Like root canal
without anaesthesia
they drill down to the bone,
and once they’ve sucked your marrow
you can say goodbye to life,
and even when there’s nothing left
they keep coming back for more,
their vacant eyes see nothing of
the pain they leave behind,
they seem so puzzled when
complaints are made or
crying fills the air,
just as Eichmann liked to say,
“there’s orders”
so follow them they do,
and even though you’re innocent
they’ll make a criminal of you,
they’ll lie about your welfare debt
and shaft you when you rise,
their road has long diverged
and the map no longer counts,
their compass has no morals now,
and, though you owe them nothing,
they want a thousand bucks.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Advent Herald – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Prosery – Jim Harrison

Linda at dVerse has invited us to take a line from the work of Jim Harrison – “A cow is screaming across the arroyo.” taken from his poem ‘Cow.’

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“Moo may represent and idea, but only the cow knows.”  Mason Cooley

 

Advent Herald

A cow is screaming across the arroyo as the weaners are drawn aside. The cattle-hands working the herd, the weaners easily pushed across the arroyo to the feeders like children to a lolly counter. I listened to her screaming, a gut-grief heartfelt, and though I cannot speak it, a warning was implied. Burgers or breeders, the children are consumed. And as I walked reflecting, I wondered about all the herding of life, this arroyo is not the Rubicon, but a die was no less cast.

I came to the creek-line with an angel or devil, I’m not sure, but I left the gate open and the screaming cow dove through. She spoke so clearly as we passed, “Those who lie or sup from the manger will be crucified one day.” Startled, I ran through, I’ve been wandering un-herded ever since, across that arroyo.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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That Melolagnia – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Music

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“When life or love gets dull, adjust your sensuality.”  Lebo Grand

 

That Melolagnia

His deep bass
voice
shivered her spine
and his strumming
made her faint,
all that four-four
was a beautiful play,
and he played her to the edge
of the clef.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Elusive Dream – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The choice for mankind (sic) lies between freedom and happiness and for the great bulk of mankind, happiness is better.”  George Orwell

 

Elusive Dream

There’s an impatient patience,
a spirit of the age
rushing the vernal equinox
into yesterday’s tomorrow,
a backward looking future,
and elusive dream
of a perfect expectation
forever unbirthing
other than in the mind,
ever refusing the obvious,
to live in the present moment.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Shopping Spree – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 lines – Shopping

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“I’ve been dating since I was fifteen. I’m exhausted. Where is he?”  Kristin Davis

 

Shopping Spree

Two-toned, big boned, large lips,
small nation ego no less, shallow,
beer gut, skinny ribs, twinkle toes,
halitosis roulette on a long credit line,
dating so many faces without result.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Think On This – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar – O, Apostrophe

Amaya at dVerse has invited us to consider the creative idea of the apostrophe other than its technical use, rather as its poetic function in creating a change in the poem where the object speaks or is spoken to directly.

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Photo: granite outcrop, Nungarin

 

“No matter how sophisticated you may be, a large granite mountain cannot be denied – it speaks in silence to the very core of your being.”  Ansel Adams

Think On This

In the stillness was the hardness,
a resistance I knew well
of footfall on granite,
what song shall you sing me
I threw, and it rang sharp,
came back the posit,
think on this tenderfoot,
softness cannot abide without
firm boundary,
compassion lies in
strength within,
O that I might be a rock
of such an age of wisdom.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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