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She Has A Thing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Granite – Word of the Day

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A wonderful piece of granite, neatly balanced, a sea of pink wildflowers in the background, Leda Reserve. Granite specifically refers to igneous rock, though it has been used to describe other forms of rock too. But granite is also used to describe character and personality – that a person might be determined or resolute.

 

She Has A Thing

She’s not entirely certain,
though she’s absolutely resolute,
determined to a fault,
some would say quite stubborn,
but I could never say that!
She just has a thing about paintings,
they must be hung just right,
so measure once,
then measure twice,
double check,
O no, more to the right,
hmm, let’s see,
Yes, that’s right,
okay, now drill,
and so it goes,
an ordered life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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Cafe Prophets

Prophetic – Word of the Day

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Cafe Prophets

Like some millenarian sect
we huddled over our espresso,
reading the bitter dregs,
auguries of something dark,
quoting Nietzsche dire,
plotting the world,
tilting at paper windmills,
drinking in the end of all that was nigh.
But the singer interrupted
and set us straight,
upbraiding our naivety,
setting a vision
of worlds yet unseen,
horizons unpassed,
lovers unheld,
life to be lived,
not in chairs
or thaumaturgy,
but in the muck and mess of life
out along the streets.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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Fluent Manure – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Conceit – Word of the Day

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The character of Joffrey, is for me, a perfect example of conceit, among other unfavourable descriptions, a thoroughly unlikeable character, full of himself and his privilege. But of course, fictional characters are constructs of people in the real world.

 

Fluent Manure

Your comments are pure selfies,
complete self-reference is your modus,
no rose-tinted for you,
your opinion is ated,
with views on everything,
you speak for others
before they speak for themselves,
uncanny how you do that.
You speak for the world,
because, well, you just know.
But we all know,
you speak a special language,
you speak fluent manure!

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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A Spell Of Tea – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Sleep – 5 Lines

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A Spell Of  Tea

So still,
spindle and needle lie forlorn,
your breathing so shallow,
you awaken from the longest slumber
with the aroma of fresh Darjeeling.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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One Thing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Pacify – Word of the Day

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Cargotecture – one of many options now coming on-stream across the world, as reported in 2013 Homeless Housing 

 

One Thing

Wearily he closed the door
and slumped on the floor,
the day had wandered,
and, like a bloodhound,
he knew every pavement
as he walked the daylight away,
just waiting for the night-shelter.
No alcohol allowed,
but that didn’t matter,
nothing could pacify the haunting
that devoured his mind and seared his heart,
diminishing every fibre of him.
The tears no longer came,
he was empty now,
but he had one thing, a calling,
to know the pavements who walked with him.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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There Goes The Herd – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Herd – RDP

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There Goes the Herd

Daisy was on point,
and as ever, she led the way.
“Where are we going?” asked Betty?
“I’m not sure said Daisy,
but the nice man who always gave us hay said,
there’s this other nice man who’ll take us
to a very special place.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

 

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The Forge Of Vikings – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Fjord – Word of the Day

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The Forge Of Vikings

There was a time,
long before we breathed in this place,
when the sea had cleft our mountains,
and before long, we rested there,
our souls forged of its very nature.
Then the sea and the oak formed a pact,
and the long boat came to be,
together we made our way across the seas.
At home we were blacksmiths, farmers, woodsmen,
but on foreign shores we were beserkers,
fearless, bringers of terror and death
as we plundered our way into history,
all the while the fjords a fire in our souls.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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Knowing

Fathom – Word of the Day

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Knowing

If I could kedge your mysterious depths,
that I might navigate safely,
the channels of emotion
that course our veins,
and so, not risk the reefs of disappointment
and wreckage of love.
To fathom your feelings,
to know for sure,
that I am yours.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: Kedging is the old art of guiding a sailing ship into bays and channels using a longboat to row ahead and plot a safe course and drop an anchor allowing the ship to pull itself against the anchor and move the course safely. It helped many a tall ship avoid running aground, or hitting a reef. The method is also used to rescue ships that ran aground, technically using the anchor as a lever to pull against, thus setting the ship free.

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Paul,

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Was It Really Love?

Voluptuous – Word of the Day

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Imelda May (celebs101.com), singer, musician who is accomplished in blues, jazz, and rockabilly. In my mind, a visual definition of voluptuous.

 

Was It Really Love?

Warm Juno,
luscious Venus,
curved angel of delight,
with Lucifer upon your lips,
revenant of my dreams,
flame of my youth,
was it really love?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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Floating

Jovial – Word of the Day

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Floating

Sometimes, when I’m intense,
at times frustrated,
or even when I’m just distracted,
your laughter is so infectious,
you draw me back,
reeling me in,
stealing my burdens,
setting me free.
And I simply float
like an eagle,
on the warmth of your joy.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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