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I Will If You Sing It – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting Poetics with and invitation to write a poem about a restaurant.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – At The Restaurant

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“A good restaurant is like a vacation, it transports you, and it becomes a lot more than just about food.” Philip Rosenthal

I will If You Sing It

Something new said friends,
who've since faded away,
let's go see what the fuss is about,
all mod, white millennial suite,
the waitress, co-owner she turned
out to be, recommended xanadu,
I said I'd oblige if only she'd sing it
like Liv used to do, she smiled, 
put down her pad, sang the chorus 
and danced,  I honoured my promise 
not once but twice and we stayed for
fifteen years.


Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Air Man – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: http://www.edelphi.edu Jason Magaldi (four time winner) in action at the US National Air Guitar Championship.

“Eddie Van Halen possessed the fingers that launched a hundred-thousand air-guitar solos.” Chris Willman

Air Man

His hair dishevelled, pelvis thrust,
manic eyes, a demented look,
flaying the air for Strats and Gibs,
if anyone saw him he'd raise some laughs.

He's a veteran at twenty, he's played the Isle,
been twice to Woodstock and Glastonbury,
he knows all the licks and Townsend's kicks,
his heart soars as he climbs the breaks.

Crescendo comes and he's in the zone,
it courses his body and numbs his mind,
takes him away from his daily grief,
the household where no-one loves.


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Clothesline Blues – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“I make instruments from found objects and common objects, and I search for the sounds that are hidden in them and release them into the world.” Jay Kreimer

Clothesline Blues

How do your hear your washing line,
the sounds that evolve with every 
score that is hung on those staff lines,
small to medium, to large, noting
treble, bass, then picking up the pace,
as sheets sit beside jeans,
it could be four-four, or even more,
are blue clothes g or e, are orange 
clothes f, and what of grey, there's no
limit to the improv as feet tap and pegs
click, could be Gillespie, could be Coltrane, 
I love this washing jazz, I love these
clothesline blues.


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See That Girl – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting Poetics with a tribute to long time member of the bar Bjorn from Sweden and the invitation is to write a poem using a line form Abba’s ‘Dancing Queen.’

I could’t get past dancing or the line “Ooh, see that girl.”

dVerse Poets – Poetics – This One’s For You Bjorn

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See That Girl

Ooh, see that girl,
she's like a candy swirl,
strobed ball mirrored in her eyes,
flashing amyl smiles for those 
night-time miles of Donna and Gloria,
spine melting moves and chakra 
grooves sashayed to the spine,
it's Friday loose and the beat divine


Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Swing Swish – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Laura is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about a memory.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – In The Light Of Other Days

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“The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word.” Margaretha Geertruida MacLeod (Mata Hari)

Swing Swish

Laconic, the announcer regales in 
scratchy, valved tone a miller tune, 
the swish of her summer dress 
catches my ear, a familiar sound, 
she smiles to herself of dancehalls, 
velvet collared jackets, florals flared, 
I can see a trumpet in her eyes, and 
feel the rhythm in her walk, in this
moment she is spring, summer,
lighter, she reads my face and speaks 
of war and simple pleasures, soon
drifting into her memories, and I 
to the swirl of my spinning top.


Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Washes – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Video: creek in Mundaring just starting to flow as rains build slowly (winter its coming).


“Character develops itself in the stream of life.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Washes

There's a sound that washes out 
the tension coiled in the back of
my mind, gently flowing among the
reeds like flute sonatas flooding
slowly through the brook of my body,
refreshing as it goes, softly singing
me a love song connection, an
invitation to an acceptance of dips
and hollows, the roots and rocks
that help to form my song.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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The Yellow Thrum – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace has invited us to once again look at synesthesia, this time music as colour.

dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar – Synesthesia

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“Although I see colours in every song, it’s the artist put his (sic) heart and soul into that produce the best images.” Melissa McCracken

The Yellow Thrum

The prologue for a country pastorale
was a warm summer's picnic basket
where the oranges dislodged and fell
into the sky a new palette which walked
like a bass line thrumming deep orange
right down my spine a glow turning
crimson with vibrations lighting up
the grey neutral neural centre with
a blistering violin solo so thin it
caught fire across the parchment of 
dots to be joined in a minor key, 
while the coda became a sombre 
capitulation to the merging rainbow
pulsating backbeat defibrillating my
plexus in bursts of visceral orange and 
yellow treble cross talking me all the way
to ecstatic floods of warm mood in C.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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A Horror Coming Down – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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“In the time of deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”  George Orwell.

 

A Horror Coming down

Mobsters, junkies and clowns,
Orwell’s horror
a horror coming round,
soon we’ll be in the ground,
soon we’ll be in the ground,
write nothing,
think nothing,
don’t shake the tree,
just standin’ in my yard,
my business,
mine for me,
them don’t like it
no, they don’t want it,
no one’s for free,
my mind’s banged up
in a dead wing,
but they wanna own it,
they wanna write it,
the wanna tell me what to think,
just don’t think, no
just don’t think,
don’t speak at all,
it’s killing me man,
the shoot me down,
they shoot you down,
killer’s running round
all for peace,
some plastic peace,
righteous facade,
a horror coming down,
a horror coming down.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

Note 1: The poem carries a rap influence, and was inspired by ‘1984’, Edward Snowden’s revelations, and the plight of Drill Rap artists in the UK, Australia and the US where censorship has been used as a weapon to limit and control the artistic expression of Drill Rap as a genre. Yet another sickening moral panic (accusations of organised crime, criminality, drug use, murder, and threats – obviously the authorities don’t read or live in poverty areas, or check the facts) being used against writers, and Australian and British police using power to censor and restrict artistic expression.

Note 2: in the poem the word wing = prison.

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That Melolagnia – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“When life or love gets dull, adjust your sensuality.”  Lebo Grand

 

That Melolagnia

His deep bass
voice
shivered her spine
and his strumming
made her faint,
all that four-four
was a beautiful play,
and he played her to the edge
of the clef.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Like A Wave – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Surrealism in Poems

Linda at dVerse has invited us to delve into surrealism.

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“An ecstasy is a thing that will not go into words; it feels like music.”  Mark Twain

Like A Wave

The water once gathered from the sky,
heaven’s bold gift
a recess of your mind
your dark iris hears, sees, and
tells a tale of something known
in the very core of that secret place,
turning, writhing, resisting,
as the piper plays
tunes move through you,
a smooth melolagnia,
your hairs stand
rippling, like a wave
as you soak deep
the abiding presence
washing over,
now spent
as night.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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