Monthly Archives: March 2022

Mean Street – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“You are the hero of your own story.” Joseph Campbell

Mean Street

The hero's journey is very bleak,
everyone tells you as if you never knew,
they hold you as a child in your place
knowing that you are nothing of the sort,
fearful of your confident advance,
they neutralise your every step,
hoping against your success and
waiting for your tumble with pregnant
glee, rather than see you, know you,
as real.



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Questioning The Moral – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Linda at dVerse is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem, choosing one of twelve opening sentences. The sentence I have chosen is sentence 5. “No bondage is worse than the hope of happiness.” Carlos Fuentes ‘Diana the Goddess Who Hunts Alone’ Bloomsbury, 1995.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Opening Sentences

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“All Limitations are self-imposed.” Oliver Wendell Holmes

Questioning The Moral

No bondage is worse than the hope of happiness,
whether it is an objectified and unworthy idolatry or
found only in the benign passion that undergirds,
according to the Sceptics warding off hedonism.

Whether it is an objectified and unworthy idolatry or
is it of the passive mind, or of the violent blood,
according to the Sceptics warding off hedonism,
that terror too grand for the likes of humanity.

Is it of the passive mind, or of the violent blood,
the deciding line of all broken moral compasses,
that terror too grand for the likes of humanity,
relegating all life to dribble about vice and virtue.

The deciding line of all broken moral compasses,
found only in the benign passion that undergirds,
relegating all life to dribble about vice and virtue,
no bondage is worse than the hope of happiness.


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Note: on this occasion my inspiration is underpinned by the work of the the philosopher David Hume who believed that passions rather than rational though inspired happiness. Hume was known as a logical positivist. The work I reference indirectly in my thoughts is 'Essays Moral, Political, and Literary.'

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Blossom Delight – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Frank is hosting the Haibun (prose plus haiku) with an invitation to write about Cherry Blossom.

dVerse Poets – Haibun Monday – Cherry Blossoms

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“What a strange thing! To be alive beneath cherry blossoms.” Kobayashi Issa

Blossom Delight

The beauty of cherry blossom carries and obvious feminine comparison. So many possible metaphors of bloom, petals, pastel, limb and fruit, and not least strong roots. And what a spectacle it is, the few we have here catch my eye and set my heart alight every spring and summer.

But not my palate. While my lover loves to gorge on cherries, I prefer just looking at the blossom as the fruit is not to my taste, though I admit, it looks fabulous and feels good too it is not a fruit I enjoy. And that is so true of many things, as is the reverse. My lover is my delighting fruit, but there are many blossoms to appreciate along the avenue of life.

Cherry had beauty
smooth limbs budding before me
rising love blossoms



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The Bureaucratic Wet Dream – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Red tape will often get in your way. It’s one of the reasons I carry scissors.” Richard Branson

The Bureaucratic  Wet Dream

Be careful,
have you checked,
where's your detailed plan,
are you sure you know what
you're doing, have you been
given approval, show me the 
triplicates, show me your 
qualifications, are you 
trained for this, is it safe,
should it be only indoors,
you can get training for this
but you'll need prerequisites,
and insurance, what's your
policy number, you must have 
a first aid certificate, and 
you'll have to provide us with
some references and referees,
don't sigh like that, it's the way 
we do things now, we're protecting 
you, for a fee, for a cut, for all your 
time, then we'll take your will to 
live and choke your aspiration,
and if we don't validate you,
you'll be shovelling shit for years,
so, play along, smile as if you 
really mean it, we do, it's a beautiful 
game, so long as you follow the 
hollow rules that help the trains
to run on time.



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But What Of The Edges? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“It is impossible not to love someone who makes toast for you.” Nigel Slater

But What Of The Edges?

Sometimes it's the prosaic that 
carries deep meaning, like toast,
so simple no matter its demeanour,
pale, burned, hot or cold or whatever
one might put on it other than butter,
a condimental thing.

But what of the edges? 
Do you push that boundary?
Do you spread to the crust or do
you stop just inside? 


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It’s Never Us – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Good and evil lay side by side.” Jimi Hendrix.

It's Never Us

Everywhere we went we were convinced
that the devil was prowling around causing
mayhem and scheming all manner of evil,
the old men at coffee were certain of it,
they recalled the ills of our lot, the murder 
on station street, teens out of control, thefts 
were on the rise too, surely the horned red 
thing was active, just look at Russia, didn't 
that prove the whole thing? 

But one wizened old man cleared his throat
and said, isn't evil the thing we do when we 
dehumanise the other, and haven't we all been
guilty of that at some time or another? And, 
then he said, sometimes it's when we think 
we are the good ones and we are doing good 
things. A silence descended upon us and remains.


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Being Shelfish – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace is hosting Poetry Form with an invitation to write a synchronicity poem (for more detail, click the link below), eight lines 8-8-2 syllable form, last two verses twist.

dVerse Poets – Poetry Form – Synchronicity

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“Books are uniquely portable magic.” Stephen King

Being Shelfish 

He was completely devoted,
ever the blind doting partner,
long held.

His love utterly unquestioned,
her many wishes his desire,
so fete.

Summer disposition so clear,
holiday lovers in a rash,
replete.

Sneaking beyond all the confines,
cigarettes and liquor hidden,
ashamed.

Looking out for the prying elders,
those green lemon suckers defiled,
by love.

His hands wandered her ample scape,
her body given to his touch,
so played.

She loved this game above all else,
the same every Thursday reading,
hidden.

She loved those torrid romance books,
her florid face library bid,
safely.


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What Of Tomorrow? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“I look in the mirror through the eyes of the child that was me.” Judy Collins

What Of Tomorrow?

You hear the ticking of the clock and
note the passing of seasons, but never 
the time of self, the hours of skin, the 
moments of fade following wisdom's
elevation, the passing of colour, well
mirrors only speak of the past, they 
see no future and their lies are ever
of the present mind.


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Chemise Me – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sarah is hosting poetics with an invitation to write about colour using a provided list from the palette of the Little Green Paint co. follow the link below for more details, the one I chose was Chemise.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Colour Me Poetry

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“Brevity is the soul of lingerie.” Dorothy Parker

Chemise Me

She wrote with her eyes
and painted with her movements,
short strokes, long strokes,
she sang in low soft silk sighs, 
her wisp of pink sent invitations
like tremors of an earthquake, and
held my breath as bated as she
coloured my world chemise.


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The Rag – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about paper.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Papered Poems

Photo: an archive shot of the now defunct Daily News located at Geordie Boy, Medium, this one from three years before I started as a newspaper boy.

“The media. It sounds like a convention of spiritualists.” Tom Stoppard

The Rag

Pay-p-urrr!
echoed loudly my call to ply 
the Daily, a jaundiced  rag,
a paper inked with salacious 
tones and local misery,
Jemimah's horse, of course,
baby names and some sordid
political scandal, I had it all at
$15.00 a week plus tips.


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