Category Archives: Five Lines

Disordered In Fact – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Seasonal – 5 Lines

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Disordered In Fact

We agreed on this much,
that the seasons were changing, disordered in fact,
more snow, more rain, more heat than before,
new seasons were evolving,
but, out of fear, we chose ignorance over facts.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Love’s Alchemy – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Eruption – Word of the Day

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Love’s Alchemy

Love’s alchemy,
forged of ancient incantations of deep heart,
brought forth such delicious moments,
as our passions creatively erupted,
and our molten desire overflowed.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Within You – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Inspiring – Word of the Day

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Within You

The corset of your beauty is laced so tight
I can hardly breathe,
I avert my eyes, once, twice, that I might draw breath,
Yes, your eyes, your lips, your everything are
but nothing like the beauty which shines from within you.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Window Shopping – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Shopping – 5 Lines

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Window Shopping

My father always used to say “You can look, but don’t touch”
and some shops had signs though not of the times,
that said “If you break it it’s yours.”
Window shopping’s a dreamers world, and
you’re not broken but I’d really like to take you home.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Your Skin – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Pummel – Word of the Day

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Your Skin

To pummel your skin,
with resounding rhythm,
pa pat rat tat, pa pat rat tat, pa pat rat tat,
thrumming, thrumming, drumming, drumming,
as we go marching on.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Barometer Of Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Balmy – Word of the Day

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Taken looking west from Bunbury over the Indian Ocean, a truly balmy eve.

 

Barometer Of Love

Such a beautiful day
we iced the cake of it with sunset,
and strolled is view with desire,
while the humidity of our souls so moist,
overflowed.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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True Madness (I’ll Be The Drudge Of That) – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Madness – 5 Lines

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For me the photo speaks of work, income, but also of repetition and boredom, if you like – a type of madness.

 

True Madness (I’ll Be The Drudge Of That)

Friends with bipolar are sadly labelled,
eccentrics and the odder ones marked out,
people with causes and passionate views,
madness is none of these discomforting behaviours,
true madness is doing what we always do without thought or heart.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,  pvcann.com

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Grace Lives – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Grace

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Grace Lives

Grace is many things when all considered,
followers of the Nazarene say it’s God’s forgiveness,
others will say it is the poise of a ballet dancer,
while others say it is the flight of pelicans,
truth be told, it is the middle name of the one I live with.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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Do You Remember When? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Fret – 5 Lines

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I have many memories, and many of those memories are located by music of the time, I’m sure many of you will know that experience for yourself.

 

 

Do You Remember When?

When fret is a board life takes a different tune,
from trouvere to the gods of rock,
the manipulated gut over brass
sometimes announced by a subtle, inescapable squeak,
where vibration becomes memory.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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Quench Me – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Quench Me

We met in a tempest
and kindled a furnace of love,
I drank of her deeply,
yet my thirst was unquenched,
and I knew that I must drink of her again.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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