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“Love without sacrifice is like theft.” Nassim Nicholas Taleb
There is a oneness
that we found or,
perhaps, we made
of each other,
smoothing those edges
colouring the other,
what’s mine is yours
those worldly goods
some stayed and
some went,
we evolved together
and, on the shape
the colour,
the style or fad,
we learned to bend
more than a little
without breaking the
integrity that
held the core of us.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, life, love, poem, quote, relationship
Resting – dVerse Poets – Pub Talk
Photo: Baladjie Rock, Westonia, part of the Great Western Woodlands, and as you can see it is alongside the extensive Baladjie Salt Lake system. One of a multitude of places I find restful.
I had plans for this afternoon
but plans had otherwise
a momentary distraction
I wandered in Eden
then sat for awhile
caressed by the sun,
as birds sang arias while
insects buzzed coded smiles
the flora seductive,
and the work of the day faded
I was as light as air
my shoulders unfettered,
I drifted beyond,
and I smiled knowing that
the real work had just begun.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under bush walking, Country, Free Verse, Gardening, life, mindfulness, nature, poem
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His tiny mind
reduced everything to a
post card ideology
of spittle speeches
and dilated visions of alarm,
waving meaningless symbols
ever building narrow dreams
of darkness in disguise,
a univocal monochrome
of controlled delight,
he blathered on
endlessly reciting
mantras of power
and praising hatreds
while I looked out the window
at a beautiful reality
of abundance,
stirring possibilities
of everything so global.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poetry, politics
Numerology – VJs Weekly Challenge 44
Photo: psychologicalscience.org
If you’re woke
you’ll know what’s dope
I mean
I sure do
eight, eleven and two
I’m always happy with you
smiles are your signature
love is your strength
with you I can move
and I can remember,
you bring feelings alive,
in you I take pleasure.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Note: Dopamine consists of C8H11NO2
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under chemicals, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem
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Sometimes
when we hold closely to
a pressing darkness
we surrender to an emptiness
a quagmire of despair
that is an implosion of hope
and yet,
the very thing we hold
at our centre
is the lightness of light
that is always wherever we are
as gift to the world.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, Spirituality
What Do You See? – Willow Poetry
Image provided
The empyrean realm,
that meeting of
divine and other,
the fundament of love
which transcends
the ache of power
for unity,
that debris
of history,
to a selfless
creative
oneness.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Filed under challenge, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, Spirituality
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More in the life of Pettigrew.
Pettigrew is an enigma
once a month he likes
to wear an item of his
wife’s clothing
that no one can see,
but everyone
can see his smiling
eyes.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, poem
Photo: sugarpop.com
Her hand rested on his cheek
while she searched his face
not knowing how to approach
such cruel intimacy,
this once warrior
now spent
his sallow skin a mask,
a pale representation,
as he lay in quiet repose
already emptied of himself,
and in that moment
sadness washed over her
and a deep keening began
and remained
on her lips
until
she was wrung out
and dried
to a whisper.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, grief, life, love, poem, relationship
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Water, Water Everywhere
Taken in 2018 at the end of winter, the upper section of the Margaret River as it crosses a road.
She purifies
as she runs down my body
in rivulets unprescribed
by orthodoxy
unconfined by any
but her own ancient
ways of caress
that runs deeply
through my
dry soul.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, love, poem, Spirituality
Photo provided
Sperm and egg
gametes and zygote
the arch of her back and the deep moan,
we writhed elated and glazed
and treasured that baby boy.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Five Lines, Free Verse, life, love, poem, relationship, Sex
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Life is a broadway musical and everyday is a song. These are mine manifested as poetry.
Writing to Help Others Overcome Darkness
Get in the best shape of your body
Flash Fiction, Poetry, and Short Stories
Thoughts from the Heartland
blogger
Fun, Frugal France
The independent she who loves life
Just read and think about the it!
news , tips , tricks
Enhances & Restore Performance, Grow Business & Personal Wealth
Poetry
God, Sant Kirpal Singh Ji, Dr. Harbhajan Singh, Biji Surinder Kaur, Kirpal Sagar, Unity of Man, Spirituality, Love, Compassion, Peace, Non-Violence, Right Understanding, Consciousness, Togetherness, Religions, Mind, Maya, Poems, Aphorism, Digital Art
My journey through the depths of hitting rock bottom and how I faced my fears and have started to turn my life around.
An amateur writer, finding an escape.
Not all who wander are lost
