Monthly Archives: April 2021

Will We? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: thecourier.co.uk LONDON, DECEMBER 21: Environmental protesters of Extinction Rebellion group take part in a demonstration outside BBCs headquarters in London.

“The earth is not dying, it is being killed, and those who are killing it have names and addresses.” Utah Phillips

Will We?

Are we living in denial of our roots in the natural world,
what game of double dare are we playing so late,
willow risk taking a step to awakening and be unfurled?

Could we possibly make a stand above the divisions twirled,
and let go the ancient castes of expected eager fixation,
are we living in denial of our roots in the natural world?

How will we deal with all that heated invective hurled,
so shamefaced that we are easily silenced to inaction,
will we risk taking a step to awakening and be unfurled?

As we face the furnace of resistance in which we are knurled,
what chance that we will stand on the ramparts urgent,
are we living in denial of our roots in the natural world?

Will nature hear us shout justice and not just mutter purled,
surely we have nothing left to lose at this late hour,
will we risk taking a step to awakening and be unfurled?

Why are we so reluctant and seeking to be safe and curled,
times are desperate so what have we got to lose but gain,
are we living in denial of our roots in the natural world,
will we risk taking a step to awakening and be unfurled?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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A Time Is Coming – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act.” George Orwell

A Time Is Coming

The goose of innocence was raped by the proper gander
of importunate lies hidden openly in limpid eyes like
dark lakes of evil on which deceit so carefully floats
like lilies of affirmation with scent of something
foreboding, a sickly sweetness like rotting figs, the
triumph of tyranny over humanity in every generation,
until the heat of tyranny raises resistance and a time 
when the goose is no longer victim.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Ineffable – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The mystical is not how the world is, but that it is.” Ludwig Wittgenstein

Ineffable

Mystical schizophrenia harboured in a singular mind,
not hard to explain like the simplicity of a zen koan,
an ineffable experience like sunsets without words
self dissolving into presence as I feel everything.

Not hard to explain like the simplicity of a zen koan,
washed in the gentle streams of one's thoughts,
self dissolving into presence as I feel everything,
this is the way things are with an open heart.

Washed in the gentle streams of one's thoughts,
floating on air like a dandelion seed content,
This is the way things are with an open heart
knowing that I am simply moving in any direction.

Floating on air like a dandelion seed content,
an ineffable experience like sunsets without words,
knowing that I am simply moving in any direction,
mystical schizophrenia harboured in a singular mind.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Cost – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Consumerism is eating the future.” Andy Coghlan

The Cost

The serpent of eden slithered into the
malls of life whispering songs of
inadequacy, songs of desire, and we
all sang those ego spirituals as 
earnest acolytes of self-deception,
seeking salvation in virginal blister
packs promising thirty seconds of
youthful orgasm at the cost of barren,
sterile soil and a pile of dead leaves,
leaving us with a fetish for auto
asphyxiation in a heavenly glaze.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Sleep Chase – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“It is a special kind of homelessness to be evicted from your dreams.” Karen Russell

Sleep Chase

At the day's long, dogged end,
when all is quiet and no one stirs,
my mind is reviewing Kepler and 
Kant, while fomenting creative
innovations of all persuasions,
unravelling a conundrum or two,
and checking in on my mood,
all the while, spinning, turning,
sighing and yawning, fighting the 
sheets and blaming the pillow
and every sound on the street
so whispered to my awakeness,
I can't miss a beat and, as the 
hours eke away I count all the
sadistic sheep, endlessly,
hopelessly, chasing down a 
memory of something called sleep.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Blue Tongue Holding The Sun – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Kim is hosting poetics and inviting us to write in the first person comparing a trait of ours with something animal.

dVerse Poets – Poetics

Photo: a young “Bobtail” goanna, one of Australia’s Blue Tongue lizards.

“Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are.” Gretel Erlich

Blue Tongue Holding The Sun

There you were,
Blue tongue holding the sun,
your hiss warned that I had surprised you
and yet you didn't scuttle away, you stood
your ground and held my gaze, wary,
so like the corners of the world behind my
eyes where the unrelenting suspicion of 
strangers has cauterised the world against
joy, the hiss of distrust thrust against 
possibility with open mouthed disdain,
besides, when did the giants of this world 
care for the small ones, that they could
merely bask in the sun of wholeness
without fear of looming shadows of deceit?
And there you were holding trust.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Dreamer – Prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting Prosery where we are invited to write a piece of prose of 144 words including the line of poem offered by the host. Grace has invited us to work with the line ” If you are a dreamer, come in” which is from Shel Silverstein’s poem ‘Invitation’

dVerse Poets – Prosery

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“Don’t ask yourself what the world needs, ask yourself what makes you come alive and then go and do that. Because what the world needs are people who are alive.” Howard Thurman

The Dreamer

I was walking along, multi-thinking, moving my mind to the end of the day so that I could get there quicker. I’m sure you’ve done that sometime. I wasn’t paying particular attention to anyone or anything. So I was surprised when a voice called out, a voice that was so unusual it. I didn’t think it was anyone calling to me but I looked around because I wanted to see who owned such an unusual voice. I was thinking hippy, free spirited, all tie-dyed, but there was Mr Business Suit beaming a smile. I stared at him and he gestured to the door “if you are a dreamer, come in.” Am I a dreamer? Yes I’m a dreamer, but I’m not coming in, I have my own dreams, I’m not buying yours, no way! They cost the earth, literally.” I walked away.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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And One More Thing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Many a calm river begins as a turbulent waterfall, yet none hurtles and farms all the way to the sea.” Mikhail Lermontov

And One More Thing 

And one more thing,
the unravelling strands of
life frayed and stressed
the length of my spine,
about to disconnect my
inner world, destroy the
fruitfulness of my life's joy,
those compulsory lies of
overwork are the violence
of those voices of the self
who would see us dead
for the sake of one more 
thing to be resolved, 
and then another, the 
constant staccato of the
driven mind must one day
find its sea.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Little Dark Corner – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“There is a correlation between the severity of a person’s moods and a lack of self-knowledge.” Jill Alexander Essbaum

Little Dark Corner

The mood of a moment is so fragile,
like a cloud momentarily covering the
sun, and everything changes in an
instance, confusing the very heart of
us with lingering uncertainties, that
sense of something unresolved, 
something wrong, not right, the 
feeling of an accusing little dark 
corner tucked in the back of the
mind, deservedly waiting to rain
down on any joy.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Why Do We? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“I must have a dark side also if I am to be whole.” Carl Jung

Why Do We?

Why do we persist in eradicating every hint of shadow,
will it free us from the fear we hold of the night of soul,
the austerity of indifferent stars in darkened skies,
are we unable to bear the heavy echoes of silence.

Will it free us from the fear we hold of the night of soul,
that we might let go the points of our past compass,
are we unable to bear the heavy echoes of silence,
which speak loudly into the rusted patterns of our lives.

That we might let go the points of our past compass,
ever exposed to fleeting glimpses of the real
which speak loudly into the rusted patterns of our lives,
interrupting calcified thoughts no longer valid.

Ever exposed to fleeting glimpses of the real,
the austerity of indifferent stars in darkened skies
interrupting calcified thoughts no longer valid,
Why do we persist in eradicating every hint of shadow?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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