Monthly Archives: December 2021

Time – a Haiku by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Along the Blackwood River – pelicans enjoying the sun.

“Time passes like clouds in the sky. Weeks and months go by as if they were a single day.” Yann Martel

A Haiku for Time

days within all days
time quickly passes slowly
river laps my feet


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One Of Those Days – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Heroes are made in the hour of defeat. Success is, therefore, well described as a series of glorious defeats.” Mahatma Gandhi

One Of Those Days

It's a soviet sort of day,
an orwellian double-thinking,
a self denunciation in the court
of me, myself and I, awaiting
self-admonishment, a cross 
examination of all I've left 
undone, as if to say I could 
have done it all, an unlikely
truce of words belying the 
sentiments of conscience, 
to which I adjure, I cannot
save the world singlehandedly.


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Turning South – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Looking south-east out over the Blackwood River beyond to the Southern Ocean, dawn.

“In any given moment we have two options: to step forward into growth or step back into safety.” Abraham Maslow

Turning South

No more the pursuit of truth without context,
this great, long trudge of meaning making has 
seduced us to a constant suspicion of even 
ourselves, surrendering our spines to the ghouls
who would render us as glue in their pursuit of
harnessing our paranoid trust for their endeavours.

East and west I trudged and wrangled, my pack 
becoming an unbearable burden which I left by the
road at the point where I turned south for a change,
there it is cooler, lighter, quieter, and the sun 
gilds all my laden clouds.


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Beyond Happiness – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Leschenaultia biloba – the blue is so gentle yet so striking in the West Australian scape. Taken at Mundaring.

“Find ecstasy in life: the mere sense of living is joy enough.” Emily Dickinson

Beyond Happiness

Joy,
that deep soaking of our
whole being beyond mere
happiness ( that fleeting imp),
that swells the soul and lifts 
our very being to the heavens,
leaving us swimming in bursts 
of feeling, rooted in openness
to the sheer simplicity of all
that is, and all that can be,
bringing us back to our truest,
whole self.


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Free Range – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Disobedience is the true foundation of liberty.” Henry David Thoreau

Free Range

Things of importance begin on the fringe
where free range ideas can graze quite openly,
unrestrained and without filters, funnels or rails,
through the lush fields of juicy possibilities.

Where free range ideas can graze quite openly
across the plains of unrestricted thoughts,
through the lush fields of juicy possibilities,
here there are no points, only opportunities.

Across the plains of unrestricted thoughts,
where stories carry the meaning and weight,
here there are no points, only opportunities
in the letting go of all the accepted givens.

Where stories carry the meaning and weight,
unrestrained and without filters, funnels or rails,
in the letting go of all the accepted givens,
things of importance usually begin on the fringe.


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My Bouquet – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.” Rita Dove

My Bouquet

To reverence language
in these days of chalk filled
mouths and cloth headed 
buffoons, is but a minor 
victory which sustains me
through the endless torment 
of tortured language, which 
falls away from me as I hold
my bouquet of words to the
sky, and intone my feelings 
to the birds of the air.


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I Wonder – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Keep floating in the waves of your dreams till they rise up in your reality.” Hiral Nagda

I Wonder

I wonder what I will see as I 
float along this day of glories,
sifting through the ghosts of
my perceptions, without a
logical mind, speaking only 
in metaphors of curiosity and
kindness, not wanting,  but
rather, happily just receiving
the fulness of everything.


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How Strange – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“My idea of Christmas …. is very simple, loving others. Come to think of it, why do we have to wait for Christmas to do that?” Bob Hope

How Strange

How strange,
that Christmas is crucified,
its guts emptied out like
William Wallace on a bleak
field of no consequence,
and yet we claim the shell 
of the day and its saccharine 
shell to suck dry and make its
meaning, long perverted by 
the mad monks of st. banal's,
who has set everyone's teeth 
on edge with their vinegary 
story that curdles me, while
all it ever was, was a story 
of how to love in the midst of 
the chaos of life.

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One More Mouthful – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” T.S. Eliot

One More Mouthful

As I stare into the dregs
I suddenly realise that I 
never liked Winston,
all his blather about coffee,
not delivering taste riled me.

I stare at my empty cup and
desire one more mouthful,
the smell tantalises but the 
flavour seduces me completely.

I touch the rim and feel the 
strength of the residue,
a drink not to be forsaken for
the lighter pleasures whose 
flavour never lingers.


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Can You Tell Me? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“We are made wise not by the recollection of our past, but by the responsibility for our future.” George Bernard Shaw

Can You Tell Me?

What happened,
can you tell me my life story
from the beginning and 
unpeel the dark, murky shapes
of origin buried in the fog of 
becoming, now long receded,
lost even, in the passage of 
time which birthed me, released
me towards the next step, which
is, as yet, unclear, just like all the
other steps.


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