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It’s Time To Light A Fire – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“A desperate disease requires a dangerous remedy.” Guy Fawkes

It's Time To Light A fire

Up on the hill the light recedes
as the western candle dims,
wick ravaged to ill effect,
too frayed to rise again with 
wax beyond plenish once more,
there's a chill wind blowing
and the age is dark,
it's time to light a fire.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Another Way – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: motherearthnews.com  “Mr. Welty producing homemade biodiesel”

 

“The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in developing the capacity to enjoy less.”  Socrates

Another Way

Are you not in the least curious
even a tiny bit?
That there is another way instead
of this long fall into deep forgetfulness
to a prison not made of stone,
imprisoned, within our selves
where the memory of other lives
is eclipsed by the drama
of shame, of wanting, of striving,
over the simplicity of
bread, shirt, and roof,
wherein lies the escape.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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We Forgot – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Photo: http://www.newsclick.in

 

“We abuse the land because we regard it as a commodity belonging to us. When we see land as a community to which we belong we may begin to use it with love and respect.”  Aldo Leopold

We Forgot

The words dissembled before me,
tumbling down,
my mouth moving,
searching for meaning,
glory in failure,
we forgot beauty,
running after fantasy
coated in soft-tongued speeches,
fetid, like an open sewer
wrapped in a bloody tricolour,
the bunting of martyrs,
fugitives of ourselves
on the parapets of love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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The New – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Friday – Normal

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“We sense that ‘normal’ isn’t coming back, that we are being born into a new normal; a new kind of society, a new relationship to the earth, a new experience of being human.”  Charles Eisenstein

The New

I woke to the strangeness of a patient silence
that filled an obsolete vision of worlds,
I climbed off that clanking thrusting beast
as it lay wasted in my stead
and entered the vast field of joy,
where I saw the end of privilege,
that once would have devoured all the
tomorrows, wasting them on the altar of want,
but now I am challenged,
times are many and the distance is near,
this is the new normal
and the choice is mine,
to accept responsibility
for futures now seen.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Shred Of Life – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – To Be A Flower

Linda at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about ourselves as a flower, what flower we do we most identify with? I have chosen a Spider Orchid.

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Photo: One of the several types of Spider Orchid found in Western Australia, Leda Reserve, 2018.

 

“The orchids grow in the woods and they let out their fragrance even if there is no one around to appreciate it.”  Confucius

 

Shred Of Life

Parched,
waiting for the sky to cry
and relieve my desiccated bones,
my rice paper skin,
a tenuous life in
an abundance of aridity,
the land of implausible possibility
where nature threatens its own
fragile existence so that
it won’t be disappointed
should its seed never smile
and celebrate a dawn,
yet here I am,
today, perhaps tomorrow,
a glorious struggle,
full of my colour
in a shred of life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

 

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The Border Collie of the Apocalypse – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Meet the Bar

Amaya at dVerse has invited us to write a poem as one sentence about using three rules: (1) The poem must tell a story in one sentence; (2) the poem must explore the theme of the end of civilisation, and (3) the poem must be improvised; all around the theme of the end of civilisation, while including an embarrassing moment.

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Photo: newshub.co.nz

 

“This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but with a whimper.”  T.S. Eliot

The Border Collie of the Apocalypse

I walked the lake
as the four horsemen gathered,
portent of distance conflated,
the future was here
but we’re handing it back,
too bleak for our eyes to adopt,
but the dog cared not for an ending,
and treated himself to this walk,
the water was lower than ever before,
fewer birds than last year,
and just as I’m contemplating a
parousian finale
the dog found a friend,
and with his lunge
I’m suddenly airborne
split seconds pass me by
and I land with a thud
pride spewed over the path,
I rise with aplomb and
dust off my ending
as the young one
enquires of my health.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Every Time – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Sunday – Masterpiece

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Photo: from hyperactivz.com and the story “Forty Years Ago This Man Planted A
Tree That Created Amazing Opportunities For His Island” by Lauren Fazackarly –  The Story of Jadav Payeng who began planting trees at sixteen and is still going.

Please note: this is only one story, there are several stories from all over the world of people doing similar feats to greater or lesser extent.

 

“Society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they will never sit in.”  Greek Proverb

Every Time

He settled in the dust of his soul,
the sun beating down and
mocking his every effort
drawing his moisture to his brow,
and yet every day he rose and
without fail, made his way
to his field of dreams
that barren canvas of life’s struggles,
of course, without knowing,
passers-by smiled their condescension,
to them he was an eccentric farmer,
while in his own mind he was an
investment banker, and adventurer, a rebel,
and every time he planted a tree he knew
he was painting a masterpiece
whose abstract nature only he could explain.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Word End – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Regulars

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“Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for kindness.”  Seneca.

 

Word End

There was a camera crew,
celebrities of minor distinction,
someone pushing a microphone,
all the while hangers-on milled about,
but when the moment came for
words to be beaten into action,
the curious and the beautiful
faded quietly away into the distance,
leaving only the regulars
to do what needed to be done.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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I Cry For Them – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Cry

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Photo: found at julianlennon.com   Volunteer firefighter holding a Koala rescued from the fire. The loss of species numbers is devastating and may never be recovered, placing some on the endangered list.

 

“We need a climate and environment policy that is fit for the crisis we’re in.”  Sarah Hanson-Young

I Cry For Them

I did not weep for buildings and things, though I felt
for the plight of evacuees and the vast loss of flora
breaks my heart already so raw, but my tears, once reserved,
now flow in grief for the many animals consumed,
or wounded by this voracious, hungry, friendless fire.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Secret Fantasy – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

 Climate ActivistsdVerse Poets – Poetics – Secrets

Merril at dVerse has invited us to consider writing a poem about secrets.

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Photo: Courier Mail: October 2019, 50 Climate Activists arrested in Melbourne.

“If you tremble with indignation at every injustice, then you are a comrade of mine.”  Che Guevara

The Secret Fantasy

To take a life
even for a cause,
how does one do that with any ease
that it never haunts,
eternally wounding the self,
twisting bowel and heart in
feverish spasms of regret,
causing clever mind plays
of robust justification,
all those greats who advocated
against that dark horror
even baring their own chests to
the chance of bullets
without reproach,
and my life has been persuaded
of that very path, and yet,
there are those days of longing
to come out of Kinshasa,
to leave the mountains of Bolivia,
to wear the beret once again
and to strike at the heart of the
corpulent monster strangling the world.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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