Category Archives: Free Verse

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

Photo by Mikhail Nilov:

“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?

Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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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.

Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Clothesline Blues – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo by Anna Shvets:

“I make instruments from found objects and common objects, and I search for the sounds that are hidden in them and release them into the world.” Jay Kreimer

Clothesline Blues

How do your hear your washing line,
the sounds that evolve with every 
score that is hung on those staff lines,
small to medium, to large, noting
treble, bass, then picking up the pace,
as sheets sit beside jeans,
it could be four-four, or even more,
are blue clothes g or e, are orange 
clothes f, and what of grey, there's no
limit to the improv as feet tap and pegs
click, could be Gillespie, could be Coltrane, 
I love this washing jazz, I love these
clothesline blues.

Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Freeing Gilead – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found at

“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.

Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Patriarchal Madness – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: the filming of the Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood, found on (it would seem that Atwood is indeed a prophet)

“When fascism comes to America it will be wrapped in a flag and carrying a cross.” Sinclair Lewis

Patriarchal Madness

America the weird,
your beauty fades to ash,
a sickness rules your land,
emancipation's dead and gone,
no one matter's unless you're
hetero, male and lustre white,
no further pretence of 
separation, now a veiled 
leer of legalese, deliberately 
obscuring any path to freedom,
the Joker is your new reveal,
a dance of death is now begun,
you want your children stupid,
and make your women chattels,
your favourite toys are killers 
like your warped religious views,
your mouths are open graves and
you speak of god in pentagrams,
while your morals are carved of blood,
and your unseemly rush to Salem
will consume your generations in
fiery piles of your patriarchal wrath.

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To Tilt The World – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: 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.

Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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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 –

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.

Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Vicarious Fakery – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Ingrid is hosting Open Link Night, when we choose our own poem for posting.

dVerse Poets – OLN

Image by Sammy-Sander from Pixabay

“A hero is someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself.” Joseph Campbell

Vicarious Fakery

Those movies,
patriarchal propaganda,
offering dominance as power,
the pretty mistress as icing,
a tasty treat rescued by a man,
who is, of course, impervious to 
multiple wounds that would 
hospitalise most of us and
whose guns seem to have 
exponential magazines that
never run out, leaving the 
audience pumped full of the 
weird sense that they too are
immortal heroes ready to 
rescue and fix our version
of the world.

Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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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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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

“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.

Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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