VJs Weekly Challenge – Embarrassing Moments
“Nobody notices when your zipper is up, but everyone notices when it’s down.” Cynthia Lewis
Half Mast I'm not much for flags, something about a narrowing view that addles the best minds and, like a dog's territorial spray, borders a fantasy about things supposedly owned, and I was making this point over a jar or two, when someone said, yours isn't flying too well, you're half mast, and I zippered in a laughing hell. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
Filed under Free Verse, Humour, life
dVerse Poets – Meet the Bar – Lists
Bjorn at dVerse has invited us to work with a list to write a poem.
Photo: Cluedo set, found at en.academic.ru
“There are four kinds of homicide: felonious, excusable, justifiable, and praiseworthy.”
Some soap
tea
rope
you
choke
haggis
natal plums
insurance
nectarine
eggs,
the plot thickens.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Note: the acrostic works off strychnine.
Paul, pvcann.com.
Filed under Free Verse, Humour, life, poem, quote
Photo: funfancydress.com
“When I think about you, I touch my elf.” (Santa)
Chimneys are full of surprises
especially on the night before Christmas,
and when Santa finally arrived
I certainly jingled,
“Have you been a good boy?”
she asked with a twinkle,
“Yes” I carefully replied,
“Well, that’s about to change”
she said with a smile.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, Humour, poem, quote, Uncategorized
Image: jooinn.com
“Colours are the smiles of nature.” Leigh Hunt
I dreamt an unfamiliar
pure white space
where a humble bee,
uncharacteristically black and white,
for mine are mostly yellow,
buzzed past and proceeded
to dance across the whiteness
without a worldly worry,
and wherever it landed,
wherever it touched,
it graced a rainbow.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under dreams, Free Verse, Humour, life, mindfulness, nature, poem, Quadrille, quote
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Kafka For Kids
Art: Altered books by Susan Hoerth (raidersofthelostart)
dVerse Poetics – a challenge by Amaya to take a line from Kafka as inspiration for a nursery rhyme or other. The line that inspired my poem is from Kafka’s Letter to Oskar Pollak:
“Think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.”
Little Toby Melancholy
didn’t want to play
so, instead he took a book
of new worlds to a tree,
but soon the caramel words
which swirled like serpents free,
did stick to his hands and clothes,
poor little Toby did writhe and grive
as the book turned dark and grim,
and from its pages of murk
appeared a bony finger thin
stabbing at his chest so tight
with raucous moonlight laugh,
then Toby shrieked a desperation
and flung it hard away,
its landing thudded waking him
startled and ever wide,
he glanced the cover slight
which winked at him mad
and little Toby sprang in flight
and ran,
and ran,
and ran.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Image: a cartoon by the much loved cartoonist Michael Leunig!
If your vegetable garden languishes
and manure brings no results,
just give them a little evening news
and there’ll be bumper crops,
all those fertile lies,
rich fantasies,
faux concern
and invented anxieties
with smiling invitations
to more episodes of the same,
a soap-opera of nitrogenous value,
stay tuned for another
exciting excrement,
Oh, wait, there’s breaking wind,
every night,
even the mushrooms gave us
shade last summer.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, Humour, life, poem
What Do You See? – Willow Poetry
Image provided by Willow Poetry
Big Daddy braved the hot roof
and brow-beat young Maggie with a
“Where’s he hiding?”
kind of look;
“O Brick?” said Maggie,
“He’s just hanging out,
I guess he’ll drop in later.”
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Referencing Tennessee William’s play ‘Cat On A Hot Tin Roof’
Paul, pvcann.com
Image provided (Arek Socha – pixabay.com)
To wear or not to wear,
damn that question,
or whether it is bolder to sail
in a sea of obsequious clothes
never asking.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
With apologies to W. Shakespeare 🙂
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Five Lines, Free Verse, Humour, life, poem
Photo: hufingtonpost.com
For better or worse,
well, at least till the hearse,
we’ll go on living our way,
but it we drain the purse,
it will be such a curse,
with humiliating display,
yet even with rust
and so utterly bust,
we’ll still be together each day,
until we’re departed,
or dearly indicted,
there’s something I trust in your play!
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
 | -Eugenia on The Next Dance – a poem… |
 | Jane Dougherty on The Next Dance – a poem… |
| Jane Dougherty on No Surrender – a poem by… |
 | pvcann on The Next Dance – a poem… |
| Jane Dougherty on The Next Dance – a poem… |
Writer of Historical Fiction & Romance
It All Starts Inside.
~ daily life journey ~
Live for Art...Share Art..🥰
Helping Couples Make Budgeting Easy
The secrets to better sex and relationships
Intentional Influence
Unique Products And Gardening Information
Vivid
Help us change the world as we help you change yours
NGNIC
The roots of Irises contain their fragrance...
"kindness is healing, writer & poet of sorts, "
शायर हूंँ मनमौजी नहीं! लेखिका हूँ पर गुम भी नहीं! मेरी शख़्सियत मेरे उसूलों की नज़ीर है! मेरे ज़हन की गहराई बेनज़ीर है!
The heavens are telling the glory of God; and the firmament proclaims His handiwork. Psalms 19:1
Just another WordPress.com site
Self-improvement without the nonsense.
Exposing Bullies and Liberating Targets to Make The World a Safer Place for All
Writer of Historical Fiction & Romance
It All Starts Inside.
~ daily life journey ~
Live for Art...Share Art..🥰
Helping Couples Make Budgeting Easy
The secrets to better sex and relationships
Intentional Influence
Unique Products And Gardening Information
Vivid
Help us change the world as we help you change yours
NGNIC
The roots of Irises contain their fragrance...
"kindness is healing, writer & poet of sorts, "
