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
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It is all about words. Your words is enough to shatter someone heart. Your words is enough to make someone’s heart make whole again. Words has the power to change your life perspectives.
My thousand lines..
The Quest
Keto Junkie 🥓🥑🍳 Health and Wellness based, Easy Recipes, and Keto Product Reviews
Why search for logic in everything?
I'm just another dreamer...
''A rabbit hole is a metaphor for something that transports someone into a wonderfully (or troublingly) surreal state or situation''.
I’m an avid movie-goer, enthusiastic blogger, and a full-time law student on the side. Bit of a nerd. Embarrassingly romantic, lol. General cinephile.
Thoughts, Ideas, and Concepts by Sandra Morgan
confessions are self-serving
Life, with my dogs, living on one acre in Tasmania. Living on a low income, and with Complex PTSD. I write about all sorts of things. I called my Blog Echidna Home because I have echidnas that live here
Photographer turned artist.
