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Irrespective Of What Others Might Think – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo by Mikhail Nilov: https://www.pexels.com/photo/man-in-black-jacket-holding-black-water-bottle-6530604/

“Instead of worrying what you cannot control, shift your energy to what you can create.” Roy T. Bennett

Irrespective Of What Others Might Think

Is your life compartmentalised,
a series of snapshots reassembled
to look as if something is happening,
in the way that others thin a life
should be happening, or have you
reordered your understanding,
embracing the long view,
encompassing a stretching,
an elasticising of time perception
so that everything is a part of a whole,
and the whole is a unity, a seamless
flow of energy, irrespective of what
others might think?


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Nothing Should Own Us – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image by Genty from Pixabay

“At night, when the sky is full of stars and the sea is still you get the wonderful sensation that you are floating in space.” Natalie Wood

Nothing Should Own Us

To feel complete detachment,
as if floating through space,
completely devoid of physical connection,
wafting along without so much as a 
minor concern about a single thing,
there's moon-cheese for the journey,
andromeda wine slaking my thirst,
stardust aplenty for when I need it,
nothing to decode, nothing to worry,
no pattern, no system, no expectations,
no shouting, no hustle necessary,
we are truly unspent and taking our
time to wander this starlit fantasia
called life.


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I Didn’t Get The Memo – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found at insight180.com – ‘Shifting Perspectives to Create New Possibilities.’

“We must reinvent a future free of blinders so that we can choose from real options.” David Suzuki

I Didn't Get The Memo

Is the future cancelled because I didn't get the memo,
although, as I look closely at events and phenomena,
I could be persuaded that it certainly looks that way,
with moribund doldrums and rapacious anachronism.

Although, as I look closely at events and phenomena,
I see the disparate looks and flourishing apathy,
with moribund doldrums and rapacious anachronism,
diluting the advance of any real social evolution.

I see the disparate looks and flourishing apathy,
the trap so easily set to hold humanity back,
diluting the advance of any real social evolution,
time to slip that mooring and live a new version.

The trap so easily set to hold humanity back,
I could be persuaded that it certainly looks that way,
time to slip that mooring and live a new version,
is the future cancelled because I didn't get that memo.


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Freeing Gilead – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found at inclusioncounts.com

“How fast we take our steps does not define the way.” Laura Chouette

Freeing Gilead

The answers are not behind us,
they are rarely in front of us,
even with an open door,
we must search the fringes,
seek the shadows and ledges
of our daily experiences
for the knowing of ways
that heal the deepest wounds,
when the infection isn't singular
we can work together to draw
the poison wherever it lurks
between us.


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To Tilt The World – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: backyardbuddies.org.au. which also appeared in February for a different poem- a Burrowing Frog

“Politics is the most corrupt profession on earth, no matter where you are.” Charles Dance

To Tilt The World

The burrowing frog must not be sliced.
I resume weeding my contemplative space,
conscious of worms, skinks, silver eyes, beetles,
in the special corner of my garden
where my conscience is raw, open,
and yet there is a man in the Kremlin, 
the palace, the senate, the curia,
someone some place who I 
would not think twice to slice
had I the the chance to tilt the world,
correcting the pH
of the glug that stifles
every breath
of peace 
in me.


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For Maxima Acuna – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

2016 Goldman Environmental Prize winner for Peru, Máxima Acuña (Photo: Goldman Environmental Prize)

“This isn’t a cause of fear for me – it’s not a motive for us to stop fighting, to stop defending.” Maxima Acuna(when asked if she was worried given Berta Caceres’ assassination)

Maxima Acuna is a wife, mother, farmer, weaver, environmental activist who has had her home destroyed (twice), has been beaten unconscious with her daughter, has been physically beaten with her husband, and has had false charges laid against her. I really admire her tenacity, strength, and sense of justice in the face of pure evil in both protecting her way of life, her rights and the environment.

There is a short video worth seeing at – https://youtu.be/Gz8eZx8V4Uo

For Maxima Acuna

In the Northern Highlands of Peru the
diminutive Maxima and husband Jaime
bought a farm in the Tragadero Grande,
they built a simple earth shack to raise a 
family, and they respectfully subsist and
produce while caring for the land
but came the miners with engineers, 
security, even local police to raise their 
home to the ground for a mining company,
some time later they returned to beat her
and her daughter unconscious and despite 
the recorded evidence no appeal to the 
courts would be heard, instead Acuna was 
blamed and false charges stuck against her,
resulting in an eviction order with huge fines,
until outside voices raised the alarm,
but the dismissal of the false charges has
not lessened the threat and abuse, beatings,
and intimidation of Maxima the farmer, the
weaver, the maker, the land and water carer,
who refuses to surrender the land and life
in her care.


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What Do You Really Want? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about peer pressure (something that affects adults as much as teens)

dVerse Poets – Poetics – When It Comes To Peer Pressure

Photo: found at cracked.com

“Yield to all and you will soon have nothing to yield.” Aesop

What Do You Really Want?

They love your work,
you spoke so powerfully
and with such passion,
they want to talk to you about
coming on to the committee,
it could lead to greater things,
take time to think about it; which
we both know is not true, time will
become a loud ticking bomb.
Just imagine, he goes on, the 
public profile, imagine the job
offers, you'd be great at this,
and we need you (now comes 
the truth). Rep. X chairs this 
one, he's going places too,
how's that? And, O, what's 
her name, the one you like,
she's on it too. They pay for
everything, the food, think 
about it, what do you say?
I remember he said take time,
and there it is, the pressure
bomb. I'll let you know tomorrow,
which we both know that means
no, but I can't come right out
and just say it, I'm weighing the 
worn track in my mind that wants
to, used to always, say yes, but
the wreckage of so many of these
ego trips lie in my wake and sucked
the life out of me.


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Stilled – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Frank is hosting the Haibun with an invitation to write about the summer/winter solstice depending on which side of the equator we live.

dVerse Poets – Haibun – Solstice

Photo: Winter clouds make for accentuated sunrises over the Blackwood River.

“One way of celebrating the Solstice is to consider it a sacred time of reflection, release, restoration, and renewal.” Sarah Ban Breathnach

Stilled

For the first time in a long time, a very long time it seems, I have simply stopped completely for a few days. I no longer miss my race around the sun to make meaning for someone else’s fortune, I long to make meaning for my own. there is something precious about distilling the day, spending time in recollection at evening and savouring the good moments, panning for the gold of the day.

There is a wonderful feeling that comes with stopping, slowing, taking time, knowing that the horizon is there, but also knowing it can wait. The wisdom of age is knowing when to stop, slow and take time, and when, even how, to move again and in which direction and when to be excited by a new horizon. For as surely as the earth turns, new horizons are aplenty. Right now I am still and awaiting my next step.

The world is turning
humans race to the finish 
stillness brings blossom


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Sweet Dreams – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: from viacampesina.org “Protracted fight against all injustices.” Protestors in Paraguay drawing attention to the loss of land and human rights in the face of mining and forestry businesses.

“Disadvantages faced by indigenous peoples are related to dispossession and exacerbated by powerlessness and poverty.” Roberto Mukaro Borrero

Sweet Dreams

There is no edict for you to leave your
home tonight as armed militias glare
at you with trembling trigger fingers,
while benign police stand back shrugging.

No one is bulldozing the graves of your
loved ones or setting fire to community 
facilities in order to persuade you to leave
the place where you have set down roots,
generations of love and friendship and work.

No one is turning your land in to agribusiness 
at the cost of community, even life,
you are not losing your freedom tonight,
or your basic rights, even your dignity
remains in tact despite corrupt politicians.

No one is making laws to target you as an
enemy of the state because you refuse to 
surrender your home and land from which 
you sustain life and no one despises you 
because you refuse to surrender your heritage.

But if you live in Paraguay then,
this night they will indeed come and
kill, burn, rape, torture and imprison
while stealing your land under guise of
legislated corporate rights and resumption.


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Blown Away – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found at familyhandyman.com

“The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.” Joan Didion

Blown Away

Today I noticed the wind which
came whipping at my door and
pushing against my windows,
I saw it sway the trees and throw
waves against the sand,
I want to be enveloped in that wind,
to be pushed and thrown to new
places and experiences like
autumn leaves lifted from a path,
taken beyond to the unexpected.


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