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Only Love Passes This Way Twice – Prosery by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting Prosery (144 words) with an invitation to use a line from the poem ‘May Day” by Sara Teasdale: the line is – “For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May.”

dVerse Poets – Prosery – Sara Teasdale and May

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“The thing about roads is that you happen upon them again.” Jill Santopolo

Only Love Passes This Way Twice

They say that a river doesn't pass twice, cannot be touched twice, only flows by once in its purest self, which is not its purest self, except for the sake of that moment in which it is truly one, never to be one in the same way again. Everything is emerging while yet everything is passing. This is, perhaps, well beyond our capacity to know, but yet it is in our capacity to feel.

And yet, this is always so difficult. For how can I be sure I shall see again the world on the first of May, when surely, like water, it shall not pass this way again? It will not be. In its purity it cannot be, as I cannot be but once. Unlike love, which is eternally, perpetually, proposing new ways to us, courting our attention as it continually passes by.



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The Cost Of Leaving – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“If you don’t control your mind, someone else will.” John Allston

The Cost Of Leaving

The cost of leaving the defined mundane reality,
that entrapment of manufactured truth comfort,
taking time to see how anaesthetised we are,
noticing how we are so easily formed in a bubble.

That entrapment of manufactured truth comfort
with out willing surrender to the thought police,
noticing how we are so easily formed in a bubble,
the discovery that there is life beyond the machine.

With our willing surrender to the thought police,
we join the herd of sameness, lowing compliance,
the discovery that there is life beyond the machine
is an emancipation, a spark of hope in the darkness.

We join the herd of sameness, lowing compliance,
taking time to see how anaesthetised we are,
is an emancipation, a spark of hope in the darkness,
the cost of leaving the defined mundane reality.


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Beware Toxic Positivity – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The many sorrows of our recent history suggest that we humans have a learning disability.” Carl Sagan

Beware Toxic Positivity

I was thinking about extinction
and finding the whole problematic
is lost to us while ever we play with
life as an idea, a thought, a concept,
we dizzy in speculation as with deckchairs,
better to argue infinitum than engage with
the reality that looms before us,
our denial is obvious in our choices,
amusing ourselves to death in a world of 
ostriches with ideas of abstract fantasies,
real hope lies in action.


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Freedom Is A Crime – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. it is your spirit, or it is nowhere.” Ursula K. Le Guin

Freedom Is A Crime

The reign of soft comfortable terror,
the reign of necessity is upon us,
everything defined by power is suddenly sacred,
democracy is consuming itself in a frenzy of 
suicide, all freedom is referenced to protecting
money, but never ours, only that which is taken 
from us because what is given was never actually
given in the first place.

Our institutions are proverbial frogs boiling,
they have duped us in their complicit duplicity
with the vanities of politics, so much is  now
don't, everything must be authorised, you shouldn't
behave that way, everyone must conform in order 
to perform life, the sheep bleat, but woe betide they 
should bark; to challenge, to dissent, is to know that 
paradox, ever old, that freedom is a crime.


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The Remembrist – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“I mistrust all systematizers and avoid them. The will to a system is a lack of integrity.” Friedrich Nietzsche

The Remembrist 

I'm trying to remember the 
moment we lost connection,
begging the question, what 
are we the product of and, 
how ever did we outsource 
our lives, virtualising our
experiences?

Lately I've been trying to imagine 
myself in a different world, but 
the problem remains steadfast,
and all the while our lives are
missing, our faces false advertising.


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Questioning The Moral – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Linda at dVerse is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem, choosing one of twelve opening sentences. The sentence I have chosen is sentence 5. “No bondage is worse than the hope of happiness.” Carlos Fuentes ‘Diana the Goddess Who Hunts Alone’ Bloomsbury, 1995.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Opening Sentences

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“All Limitations are self-imposed.” Oliver Wendell Holmes

Questioning The Moral

No bondage is worse than the hope of happiness,
whether it is an objectified and unworthy idolatry or
found only in the benign passion that undergirds,
according to the Sceptics warding off hedonism.

Whether it is an objectified and unworthy idolatry or
is it of the passive mind, or of the violent blood,
according to the Sceptics warding off hedonism,
that terror too grand for the likes of humanity.

Is it of the passive mind, or of the violent blood,
the deciding line of all broken moral compasses,
that terror too grand for the likes of humanity,
relegating all life to dribble about vice and virtue.

The deciding line of all broken moral compasses,
found only in the benign passion that undergirds,
relegating all life to dribble about vice and virtue,
no bondage is worse than the hope of happiness.


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Note: on this occasion my inspiration is underpinned by the work of the the philosopher David Hume who believed that passions rather than rational though inspired happiness. Hume was known as a logical positivist. The work I reference indirectly in my thoughts is 'Essays Moral, Political, and Literary.'

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Is The Hat? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about hats.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Leave Your Hat On

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“Life is like a new hat. You don’t know if it suits you if you keep trying it on in front of your own mirror.” Shirley McLaine

Is The Hat?

The hat sits lightly
its signature by the tilt
perhaps hats are true


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As If – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Most people rust out due to lack of challenge.” Denis Waitley

As If

Like Plato's bus, that rusted jalopy creaking along
the gray skies of future's neccessary critique
as the conspirators become disheartened by
the corrosion of reason, as if reason were itself.

The gray skies of future's necessary critique,
risking rebellion s reaction to the current crisis,
the corrosion of reason as if reason itself 
remotely capable of saving the past from the future.

Risking rebellion as reaction to the current crisis,
all those assumptions that paralyse our trust ,
remotely capable of saving the past from the future,
the inability to let go of our concrete delusions.

All those assumptions that paralyse our trust.
as the conspirators became  disheartened by
the inability to to let go of our concrete delusions,
like Plato's bus, that rusted jalopy creaking along.

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Where Is This Eager Moment? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Being out on the edge, with everything at risk, is where you learn to grow the most.” Jim Whittaker

Where Is This Eager Moment?

Talk to me about the fringe,
where is this eager moment,
this line, what is this mythical 
beast that curls at the edge of 
my consciousness like a griffin
with an either or approach to
questions of risk in a sure
world of safe lies, where the 
scale of illusion is an expensive 
stumble of false hope right in 
the middle of waiting for rebellion.


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Who Holds The Fantasy? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“There are no safe rooms, no safe truths, no safe secrets to tell.” Veronica Blade

Who Holds The Fantasy?

Tell me, what isn't divergent,
who holds the fantasy of singular truth,
who believes the carbon smudge of news,
do you begin from what you know or do
you trust your enthusiasm for wanting to
believe that you can compose your life
from the elements of a surety that you
actually know the vagaries of the cosmos
right now, trusting in your belief of things,
despite the amalgam of realities before you,
knowing full well that everything bends,
everything is disordered, and that there 
are always more ways diverging?


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