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The Point Of Nothing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Thursday – Nothing

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“Free yourself from the burden of feeling the need to hold on to anything. Let go … you are a part of everything.”  Steve Maraboli

 

The Point Of Nothing

The point of nothing is
precisely the point,
the indecipherable point of everything,
as much as every colour is white
in the making, a surrender,
nothing is everything at one let go,
having it all by having none,
you cannot imprison love
for it ceases to exist,
only when it is set free
can it truly be.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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I Want a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Word of the Day – Lust

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“If we the substituted the word Lust’ for ‘Love’ in the the popular songs it would nearer the truth.”   Sylvia Plath

 

I Want

How I want, yes want
the depth of your smoky eyes,
and to capture the rainbow that
speaks from your heart
in syllables of colour
vibrating your slender spine,
soon to quench my desire
and to drink your most perfect skin
while greedily feasting on the
abundance of the shore of your lips,
to ravage your coastline
and breathe the note of your whole.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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You’re Only Half In – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Let’s Get Elemental

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write a poem working with an aspect of the elements of the periodic table in any manner we choose. My choice is Germanium (GE 32) a semiconductor, brittle, and needs another substance to enable it to function fully. incidentally, the word germane is related.

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Photo: sciencestruck.com Placing a semiconductor.

“The next major explosion is going to be when genetics and computers come together. I’m talking about an organic computer – about biological substances that can function like a semiconductor.”  Alvin Toffler

 

You’re Only Half In

I want to hold you in my arms
but you’re only half in,
and when I look back
that’s always been so,
You’re so brittle
pretending to be elastic,
and what a stretch that would be,
so germane, apropos a semi,
always needing something,
someone else to prop you,
to enable your true function,
you cannot stand alone
but you’re not fully in.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Together – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: ‘The Monastery’ – Passionist monastery , Adelaide, SA

 

“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”  Ralph Waldo Emerson 

Together

Is it so strange that feelings are so mixed
looking back over time as year ends,
so many emotions,
especially for the intangible
yet longed for numinous
that feathers the clouds at sunset,
or regret for moments left
enthralled with the demiurge
of frailties casting its shadow with
backward steps of willing melodrama,
behind me I see the path is formed
completely incomplete,
and now I turn to see
there is no path ahead,
but together we will tread one.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Her Lips – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Monday – Pastel

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“And yet to wine, to opium even, I prefer the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself.”  Charles Baudelaire

Her Lips

She loved bright colours
which were all of her moods,
and a sense of all the places
she’d like to be,
but after the party and
“would you like to come in?”,
after highs and highest,
and nights of a thousand kisses,
her lips mellowed to pastel.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The One Called Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP – Spiritual

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Photo: looking south-west from Kata Tjuta NT

 

“Religion is for people who’re afraid of going to hell. Spirituality is for those who’ve already been there.”  Vine Deloria Jnr.

 

The One Called Love

Where the shadows shift slowly
and the wind whispers a language
of its own unknown to human ears,
and dust takes on a life of meaning
as it stirs and lifts,
the residue of centuries
residing in all the corners,
while in the quiet
a still small voice,
the one called love,
waiting to be heard.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Waiting For Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“But man (sic) is a part of nature, and his war against nature is inevitably a war against himself.”  Rachel Carson

 

Waiting For Love

She was such a stunning beauty
she made people gasp,
men wanted to ravish her,
and they did
till she was completely exhausted,
and yet she patiently gave them more,
she bared her breasts
and paraded shamelessly,
exciting with her voluptuous treasures
and the promise of more,
the jewels of her eyes glittered
inviting them to come one and all,
alas, in her naive generosity
she was sundered,
ruined and spent,
but those who have ravished her
have left her in the road
shamed and broken,
waiting for love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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I Had Let Go – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Saturday – Joy

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“those who prepared for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy.”  E.M. Forster

 

I Had Let Go

I stood by the graveside of my mind
and peered beyond the edge
into the void of my crowded hour,
and found the door to a
feathered lightness of grief
where I floated on wings of joy,
such that there were no words
possible to speak with any sense
of meaning other than that
I had let go.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Birthed By Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVErse Poets – Poetics – New Year/New World

Mish at dVerse has invited us to imagine a world that is new ….

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Photo: the upper reaches of the Hardy Inlet, where Blackwood River enters on the left, and the Scott River enters directly opposite. Taken from Flat Rock, an idyllic and peaceful  ‘world.’

 

“We can only know what we can truly imagine. finally what we see comes from ourselves.”  Marge Piercy

 

Birthed By Love

I closed my eyes to take in the world,
to feel the ancient wisdom of the trees,
the river running by, softly speaking a
quiet truth beneath its tempest,
and always the still centre of the breeze,
drawing me intimately closer,
truths I hold within and cherish.
a compass of heart for many roads
of living through the tempests of life,
and as I open my eyes again,
the peace surpassed lingers deep
nourishing my soul.
and once again I know the oft
forgotten truth that the
vey utopia I desire
rests within and is
birthed by love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann,com

 

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How Simple – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Thursday – Flourish

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“I dream of giving birth to a child asks, ‘Mother, what was war?'”  Eve Merriam

 

How Simple

How simple to hold,
to love,
feed,
encourage,
extend a branch towards hope,
how easy to cut the tree down
and offer striped pyjamas
and barbed wire,
gas,
to be disappeared,
stolen,
tortured,
bombed,
excluded,
walled,
how simple
that none flourish.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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