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And Then There Were None – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 30 30.11.22 The final day.

Prompt: And [blank]

And Then There Were None

Yesterday was the tomorrow I delayed,
I confided this to our friend the frog
who had inhabited our pond these past months,
I spoke of grand gestures,
of lights turned off,
cloth and paper bags,
rain water,
solar power,
all for the good of the land,
but bought that item we needed,
so much plastic and foam,
and when I returned to the pond,
the frog had gone,
and then there were none.


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Sign Of The Times – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 9 9.11.22

Prompt: create a title by filling in the blank – [blank] … of the … [blank] then write a poem for it.

Sign Of The Times

I want to hurl epitaphs at the world
broken by your intentional ignorance,
asphyxiating life,
stealing hope as,
misty eyed,
you rescue the very last dollar
from extinction.


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I’m Not Kicking Back -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 7 7.11.22

Prompt: Adaptation

I'm Not Kicking Back

The future can no longer be held in the past,
no room for denial now
this drama is nonfiction,
times have changed,
my lawnmower has less employ
but I'm not kicking back,
not until my garden is water wised,
or my soap ceases to kill fish,
the templar in me crusades
against the plastic scourge 
that has evangelised my life.
Who would have thought
I'd be conserving water,
checking labels,
sorting bins,
reducing travel,
whatever it takes to reduce
my impact,
my footprint,
my legacy,
protecting sentient life
on this rare earth.
I can't undo the past,
but I can do the future,
I'm taking a darwinian line,
adapt or perish,
demise is not my game.


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What Hand Will You Play? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image: wallpaperflare.com

“Men Argue. Nature acts.” Voltaire

What Hand Will You Play?

One should always designate the joker early,
you never know when a crisis will arise,
often at the eleventh hour but also the first,
what hand will you play as the earth burns?

You never know when a crisis will arise,
the deck is smouldering but no one notices,
what hand will you play as the earth burns?
Show the wild card that we might turn the game.

The deck is smouldering but no one notices,
we're all holding close and sweating it out,
show the wild card that we might turn the game,
the hour is early, the hour is late, play it sweet.

We're all holding close and sweating it out,
often at the eleventh hour but also the first,
the hour is early, the hour is late, play it sweet,
one should always designate the joker early.


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The Moment -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: plasticsoupfoundation.org

“A very faustian choice is upon us: whether to accept our corrosive and risky behaviour as the unavoidable price of population and economic growth, or to take stock of ourselves and search for a new environmental ethic.” E.O. Wilson

The Moment

The moment between asking and answering a question
is the moment of significant weight waiting to shift,
one way or another to fall or to rise, to the left or the right,
and in the moment identifying our own game of denial.

Is the moment of significant weight waiting to shift 
merely a trope of the human imaginative longing,
one way or another to fall or to rise, to the left or the right,
or is it perhaps a significant axial irruption in our midst?

Merely a trope of the human imaginative longing,
suggesting that there is no salvific moment beyond dreams,
or is it perhaps a significant axial irruption in our midst,
at best our childish myths deserted our desperate need.

Suggesting that there is no salvific moment beyond dreams,
one way or another to fall or to rise, to the left or the right,
at best our childish myths deserted our desperate need,
the moment between asking and answering a question.


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Change That Diet – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: wandiprogress.com.au Wandi Landcare Group in action.

“Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can.” Arthur Ashe


Change That Diet

Yelling red hoarse at the news,
wrenching gut papers shredded,
blog rolling, twitter clicking,
opinions strewn and spewed,
ambulance delays, police inaction,
political corruptions a constant,
wars, safety, guns, policies,
hanging expectations on solutions
while lakes and rivers dry before
our eyes.

Crime waves roll over cities as
heat waves arise uncommonly,
race, place, identity, all ignored,
only money, that old time religion
killing everything in its wake,
step back, just a little, change 
that diet, leave the negative 
behind, harness the good and
build a future quietly, softly,
a little at a time.


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Note: there's nothing wrong with being informed and keeping up with the news, but if it is brining you down and it is all you do, you need to get out more.

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Turning Over A Leaf – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: from brisbaneinsects.com – a leaf rolling spider.

“We take to the breeze, we go as we please.” E.B. White ‘Charlotte’s Web’

Turning Over A Leaf

Woe is they whose gutters are filled
with the ubiquity of fallen leaves,
who come to mock them in their 
satisfied armchairs of achievements,
while I can find no two leaves alike,
some smooth, some rough, faded,
crinkled, cankered, curled and halved,
there was one desiccated specimen,
a veritable mobile home for, tucked in
the curl was a shy little spider riding
the winds of fortune to new horizons.


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No One Mourns A Crassus – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image: from en.wikipedia.org Marcus Lincinius Crassus, the wealthiest man of Rome who met his death in Syria trying to gain a small conquest over land and capital, but which cost him his life. The opposing Parthian king had Crassus’ mouth filled with molten gold to show his lust for gold and power. Not much has changed since 1 B.C.E.

“Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.” James Baldwin

No One Mourns A Crassus

To wear the widow's black
or put on sackcloth and cast ashes,
to grieve for the loss of species as
the philistines pursue their plundering,
as every Crassus lusts for their gold
of death and destruction in a wastrel's
desire for everything over life itself,
in temporary experiences of hollow 
lives devoid of meaning beyond greed,
O, to have that funeral now, that we 
might see them gone and live again.


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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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Berta Caceres – a poem by

Photo: from de ONU Medio Ambiente, the UN programme for the environment.

Note: Berta Caceres was an environmentalist in Honduras who was assassinated in 2016 for her successful work in protecting the Gualcarque River, among other projects and human rights activism. Her murder was initially covered up, but in 2021 the architect of her murder was sentenced to 22 years in prison, but the murderers are still at large. needless to say, these murderers are allegedly a product of the infamous Fort Benning and the former programme of the School of the Americas, which in my understanding is code for training thugs and right wing militants (think Chile, Bolivia, Argentina, Brazil, Peru, Panama ….). Berta was 44 years old and leaves four children and a husband, but also a great legacy of what can be achieved even under threat of death – she knew she was on a list.

“They are afraid of us because we are not afraid of them.” Berta Caceres

Berta Caceres

To say this is my home
is to say that I have a place,
somewhere to take sanctuary
from the pressures of the world,
a door to close against the dark hearts
who do not want me to me to have
this place or my voice, which speaks
loudly for my people, for our rivers
and trees, our homes, for the right to say 
no to those who have no understanding of
our needs, our ways, our culture, but tonight,
although I do not know that it will be tonight,
you will read that they came to silence my voice,
I am not afraid of them, shooting me will not 
silence me, my voice will continue to speak

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