Monthly Archives: May 2020

Desperation – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: goodyfeed.com This was a peaceful protest in Minneapolis.


"Violence only begets violence."  Ilhan Omar 

Desperation

Of course,
Anger must out,
an expression of grief,
so black and blue and
the smell of death is electric,
if you open the wound you
expose the bones of desperation
sick with the cancer of misery,
you can feel the divisions,
and like cornered strays,
retaliation is the last vestige
of self-respect, survival, 
how far have we really come?
What is the point of celebrating 
progress if we can't love our neighbour?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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No One Could Hear Me – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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"A Riot is the language of the unheard." 

No One Could Hear Me

I dreamt a torrid dream,
that I was in a grand hall
and no one could hear me speak,
but everyone laughed at me,
pushed and shoved me,
took my coat,
punched and kicked,
spat at me, 
robbed me of everything
even my dignity,
I called for help,
no one came, 
they jeered it was my place,
to accept their fate for me,
so, I set fire to a chair and
burned the hall to the ground,
perhaps you can hear me now?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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To Breathe (George Floyd) – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Grace at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night, the night we choose a poem of our own to post.

Photo: New York Times


“I Can’t Breathe” George Floyd

To Breathe

The tissue of life is delicately thin,
especially when the protectors grin,
arraigned with a knee and
pinned to the ground,
he couldn't breathe;
no judge, no jury,
they refused his cry,
the man needed air,
we was guilty, without sin,
they murdered George Floyd
with a dirty white lie and
since the moment he stopped,
I have struggled to breathe.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

I struggle with this, I wept for this man, for us, for life!

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Moth – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge: Risk-Reward

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“Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.”  T.S. Eliot

The Moth

To burn,
catch fire,
wince with pain,
recoil, return,
like a moth to the flame,
a zeppelin alight,
all warnings ignored
my fingers to the fire,
a searing, scorching heat,
they urged me back,
to be near her is risk,
a reward enough.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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There Was A Room – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Make Me Some Room

Laura at dVerse has invited us to write about a room or rooms in whatever manner.

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“I am not absent-minded.  It is the presence of mind that makes me unaware of everything else.”  G.K. Chesterton

There Was A Room

Once,
I had memories of an outside world
that I never left, but never lived
since the solace of solitude
there was another place,
my room within a room,
I vaguely remember,
was it large or small,
attic or other?
To know is never important
whether the room was in me
or I in the room,
there was a room.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Pretending – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“There is a price to pay for speaking the truth. There is a bigger price for living a lie.”   Cornel West

Pretending

There are some,
but few lines are straight,
we are two uneven halves,
and the wind whips nature
into new maps as rivers
carve bends that even turn
in on themselves while
the relentless ocean
ever wastes itself on
shoreline rocks,
but we become illusion
to satisfy demands,
we straighten lines and bends
offering opinions
that want to be heard,
presenting faces that
want to be seen,
living a deception of ourselves,
pretending to believe in the
straightness of lines.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: The Japanese have a word that describes those who pretend to believe something to suit society – Tatemae

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My Eye’s Delight – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Monday – Gossamer

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Photo by Brad Warland, australiangeographic.com.au  A Golden Orb spider.

 

“Is there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider’s web?”  E. B. White

My Eye’s Delight

I saw her working,
her uncertain, improvised easel
holding a whitened canvas,
just waiting for those
seemingly random daubs
of bold impressionism,
free form interpretations
splashed with meaning,
today there was no mere
Renoir or Cezanne,
this delicate weave of
gossamer sheer,
an orb’s masterpiece
for my eye’s delight.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Are We Ready – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The only thing we know about the future is that it will be different.”  Peter Drucker

Are We Ready

To say future
implies something real
something sophisticated and desirable
which is hidden from us,
are we ready for this future
we cannot see,
where all predictions fail,
and where there is no center,
except yours,
mine,
fluid,
floating,
ever floating,
marking no time,
setting no tables,
keeping no account,
missing connection,
passing by.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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All In A Moment – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The wind whispered secrets in its own incomprehensible way.”  Tracy Rees

All In A Moment

I noticed the way
the wind whipped across the paddock,
barley dancing playfully,
swaying this way and that,
at once catching the light,
now becoming shadows,
swirling, bowing, rising
to the applause of the stringybark
and squeaked approval of mudlarks,
all in a moment,
as if just for me.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Everyone Matters – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“All human beings are my neighbours. We share the same planet.”  Ana Monnar

Everyone Matters

The journey to my neighbour’s is
longer than any other I might take
until that moment when
the chasm is drawn closed
against the comfort of denial
and the habits of suspicion,
then the patterns of self give way
to an emerging knowing and
a lived experience of kindness,
giving space for gratitude,
no matter how fragile
in this place where everyone
and everything matters, and so,
in this garden of life,
love grows.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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