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When The Chips Were Down – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“There is scarcely any passion without struggle.”   Albert Camus ‘The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays.’

 

When The Chips Were Down

We reminisced over dinner
of all that we were and
of all that we are,
the places we’d been
people who’d come into our lives,
some who’d stayed
even at the fringes of our story,
those parenting years,
competing debt and dream cycles,
disappointments and celebrations,
there’ve been some very tough times
and yet, when the chips were down
we always came through and
we often say,
that’s what makes us.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: The saying “When the chips are down” was a poker term meaning your chips or tokens were so reduced that you were at risk of losing the game.

Paul, pvcann.com

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I Would Drink – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Ghazal Form 2

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I would Drink

At Isfahan we stopped at the coffeehouse for a drink,
hot tea, coffee, water pipe, what shall I drink?

The Sufi say distil the Qur’an in water for enlightenment,
where is your heaven that you may drink?

We sit in rapt attention while tales of Shahnameh are told,
but all hell breaks out when Ester walks by, her soul we drink.

Khorasan markets were fun today, so many trinkets bought.
Who knows if those laden camels had time to drink?

The vainglory of the tavern as we remake the world,
because he is downcast and dad Darius should not drink.

I sometimes wonder what matters to youth.
Of sipping, slurping and gulping, how do you drink?

My girl Kohinoor in my mind’s eye at the window I see,
my desire, she’s so far away, but her fruit I would drink.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Who? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Ghazal – dVerse Poetry – Poetry Form

The invitation at dVerse is to write a Ghazal, you can learn more by following the link above.

 

Who?

Pale wings of the ibis so translucent in the light,
who of the gods opened the heavens to light?

No mist in the morning, the warmth means rain,
who closed the windows shuttering all light?

The tavern was crowded with the usual faces,
their sorrows drowned though the beer light.

Canine telegraphs excite across the valley,
who called through the dimming light?

And I, Paul, am surprised tonight,
a wisp of lace, my beloved so light.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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