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The Very Game – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Honesty is a very expensive gift. Don’t expect it from cheap people.” Warren Buffet

The Very Game

Crazy you say,
and sensitive too, as well
as insecure and jealous,
overreacting you say,
it was just a joke so
just let it go why don't you,
besides, you're just
imagining these things,
but I can see clearly
with added acuity 
by your gaslight,
the very game you play.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Their Humanity – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: thinglink.com Still from the 1968 musical ‘Oliver twist’

“When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.” Dom Helder Camara

Their Humanity

Why do you fear that
helping another will cheat 
you of all that you dream
for yourself, and that your small
piece will be taken by those less 
deserving of their humanity,
that it takes away your veneer of
appearing caring when you give
so little and the self-righteous
judgements you offer, that their
poverty is clearly deserved, and
besides, it is your superpower to 
divvy droplets of coin like cheap 
salvation so long as someone is
watching your performance?
Why do you imagine that the
world is just for you?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: Following Camara’s famous comment I note that it is still the case that it is easy to pillory or dismiss people who become concerned for the plight of others as ‘leftist’, ‘communist’, ‘socialist’, ‘social democrat’, ‘democrat’, ‘Christian democrat’, Greens and etc., etc.

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Rising – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Pace

Photo: theguardian.com The statue of the slave trader Edward Colston (1636 – 1721) comes down, his company was responsible for the capture, transport and sale of 100,000 slaves in the Caribbean and the Americas. Colston made his fortune from slave trading, and, not-with-standing that he later became a philanthropist, his wealth and life flourished by the misery of others. I my view, people who profit from the misery of others do not deserve any public recognition or honour.

“I know the removal of the Colston statue will divide opinion, as the statue itself has done for many years. However it’s important to listen to those who found the statue an affront to humanity.” Marvin Rees (Mayor of Bristol)

Rising

The statues of subjugation crash
to the ground of the past,
we're loving a new now,
the beginning of future dreams,
free-ranged, unwrapped,
letting go Aquarius' aged darkness,
rising to unison of heart,
pace the whispers of worm tongues
who would hold oppression lightly,
but whose account is well due.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: I have used pace in preposition form, expressing disagreement with worm tongues with those who support enslavement of any kind.

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Weasel Ways – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: pixabay.com A weasel

Five Lines

“Weasel words from mollycoddles will never do when the day demands prophetic clarity from great hearts.” Theodore Roosevelt

Weasel Ways

It was your delicious moment,
a pause in the flow of words and,
like a weasel with an egg, you
sucked the life out of my words
and I faded away.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: A Weasel is of the genus Mustela (which includes stoats, polecats, mink, ferrets, otters, wolverines, martins etc.) one of their habits is to suck the contents of an egg leaving the shell behind. In 1900 the term Weasel Words was coined to reflect words that suck the meaning out of other words, e.g. organised chaos, some people say, experts recommend, are all weasel words.

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What Is Our Revolution? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The worst form of injustice is pretended justice.” Plato

What Is Our Revolution?

The games they play,
sophiticated pettiness,
a reduction to a 
complex immaturity of
monopolising
greedy children,
bra snapping,
hair pulling,
soup spitting,
thuggery
loosed as 
legislature,
how, or when, why,
did we do that?
Perhaps more pressing,
what, is our revolution?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Sheer Exhaustion – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Anmol at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about Pride – LGBQTI. dVerse Poets

Photo: http://www.noircity.com Still from the series Babylon Berlin set during the heady days of the Weimar Republic, showing Severija Janusauskaite playing the cabaret artist Svetlana Sorokina. The series acknowledges the tension of the hedonism bewteen the wars, but also that the Republic acknowledged equality between men and women and sought to diminish traditional gendered roles.

“I feel like my body is in a waiting room.” Aimee Herman

The Sheer Exhaustion

The sheer exhaustion of externalities
enshrined in binary kitsch,
a black and white vaudeville,
pastiche of indoctrination,
a schema for knowing precisely 
where to park your genitals
and how to deport them,
cover them, name them
as if they were you,
betraying the fluid heart
and a free mind,
erasing true self,
denying the verb to be
in favour of determination
and benchmarked judgements
of approval.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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It Begins With Me – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Word of the Day – Begin

Photo: abc.net.au BLM protest in Adelaide, June 6.

“Racism is a refuge for the ignorant. It seeks to divide and to destroy. It is the enemy of freedom ….” Pierre Berton

It Begins With Me

We know the system is malignant,
a menancing metastases whose
symptoms are poverty and despair
matched to a greyscale of colour,
imprisoned in anger that rails
agasinst the enormity of the evil
that presses in on every side,
and yet, the scaqle of it all
is not beyond us,
just a shift in thinking,
a step forward,
a word said right,
it begins with me.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Whiteousness – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly challenge – Privilege

Photo: Professor Steve Locke detained on the street because he looked like someone the police wanted in relation to an attempted break-in. Steve Locke – “I Fit The Description”

“The police make me as a white woman feel safe, while my black friends, family and neighbours feel the opposite.” Natalie Portman.

Whiteousness 

Blue and red like a vapour 
flashes off the windows
all around me,
siren squeals a warning and
I pull over to the side,
my routine, rehearsed so often,
plays out in tension real,
window down,
no sudden moves,
papers and cards out,
both hands on the wheel so
he can see there's no threat,
sweating now, anxious,
is my misdemeanour worth my life,
will I bleed for colour today
to make this man feel righteous?
Do I fit the profile,
do I look like someone he
needs, wants, to shoot?
Don't stare,
sound soft, polite,
don't be black,
ingratiate,
just make it easy on his ego,
right or wrong,
his mood determines my future,
Right or wrong,
his privilege is my death.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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What Is The Colour Of Guilt? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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"There comes a time when silence is betrayal."  Martin Luther King Jr.

What Is The Colour Of Guilt?

We thought he had a gun,
she was in the way,
he walked towards me,
she was similar to the picture,
he was eratic,
he was suspicious,
she reached into her handbag
he was filming me,
she was unwell,
he looked like a perp,
he was known,
he argued,
the neighbour said,
we didn't know it was a phone,
he crashed his car,
there was a phone call,
O, it was a toy gun,
He shot himself while handcuffed,
he was running,
he was asleep but he was armed,
he was in the shop,
He was high,
she was arguing,
there were drugs,
he laughed,
O, he was in his own yard,
mistaken identity,
he was helping police,
he looked at me,
he was mentally ill,
she was homeless,
unpaid fines,
the white man said,
the white woman said,
he was black,
she was balck,
a counterfeit twenty dollar note,
8.46,
a cheap life
when you stand in blue
above the law you uphold,
you can make up a story
to make their innocence 
suit your crime,
what is the colour of guilt?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: To say that Black Lives Matter is not to diminsh other lives, especially Indigenous lives, but they simply make the point about injustice. Statistics don't actually bear out the injustice until you look deeply at the cases - unarmed, ill, mistaken identity, and many innocent people. 

Paul, pvcann.com

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