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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
Filed under environment, Five Lines, Free Verse, life, nature, poem, seasons
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I held you with such care,
and caressed you,
you smelt so good,
felt so warm,
as you do every morning.
And, some days
I just want a double shot of you,
not so frothy,
hot and beautifully layered,
plenty to take in,
and I’m going to drink you
all the way,
just after I’ve finished this coffee.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, relationship
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Sometimes I know what you’re thinking,
then I wonder that I’m hearing what you’re saying,
I wonder too what you’re not saying,
or if you’d say anything at all in this moment,
but I do know this,
we’re agreed at our center of love.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, Quadrille, relationship
A curious thing so bright and bold,
such a contrast to the snow?
what on earth is it for?
Superman booth?
Underpants on the outside,
of course.
A telephone,it says,
I vaguely remember one once,
on my grandmother’s bench,
in her retirement home,
but just to be sure,
I’ll just Google it,
of course.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, poem, Uncategorized
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Horizons call,
heights to be faced,
mountains to conquer,
rapids to crest or,
maybe go down to the woods.
Whatever it is,
no matter the urge,
it’s never the task,
instead, for most, it’s that little voice,
“are you sure about this?”,
that’s the greatest venture of all.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem
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I’m not sure what possessed me,
well, no, that’s not really true,
you did as you passed by,
and I reached out to take your hand,
strangers though we were.
I wanted to reach out to you,
you smiled like the morning sun,
unfazed by my brazen move,
and I lost myself in your welcoming eyes,
then after coffee,
I lost myself completely
in your ruby lips.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, romance
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Behind my eyes lie other worlds,
deep in my unconscious,
and, though never quite the same,
there are many familiars,
alongside such wonderment,
where shadow meets soul,
scape upon scape,
in conversations of colours,
sounds and places.
A sojourn without end
where all is gift.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, mindfulness, poem, psychology, Quadrille
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It’s hard to imagine kinky or deviant nowadays compared to previous generations. So much of what was kinky even twenty years ago, is more in the mainstream, or least rarely raises an eyebrow, leaving less in the niche.
Swish,
sweee,
thwack.
Swish,
sweee,
thwack.
Ah, the sweetest sting
of nine tails and,
not a tear,
just a tingle down my spine.
Sweet pain,
a heavenly hell,
that’s my addiction,
swish,
sweee,
thwack.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, poem, psychology
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The wrong side
of what is not entirely clear
to me,
but wrong it is said,
of this or that,
from left to right,
in our typical binary fashion,
a perfected duality,
raising the prospect of
who’s in, who’s out?
as if one bloodline is corrupted,
or wombs are so ideologically different,
or blue eyes are ascendant,
and wealth is of colour!
Well, there is no geography,
only doctrinaire fantasy,
a blindness to the heart,
a denial of love.
Of squatters there should be not,
and those who rejoice that there are,
know squat of human connection.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, philosophy, poem, politics
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One look and you’ll surrender,
she’ll melt your heart and
crease your lips.
Your words will evaporate
to sighs and groans,
the language of ecstasy.
There are no terms,
there is not treaty,
her smile is determined,
her eyes locked on,
you will surrender!
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, Quadrille
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