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Shall I Be Real? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar – Soliloquy 

Frank at dVerse has invited us to write a soliloquy, to speak one’s interior dialoguee aloud. Latin: solus – alone; loqui – speak.

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“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?”  Charles Bukowski

Shall I be Real?

Who am I in this curling world,
do I speak from that deeper self,
the I who sees all of all
and knows a word,
or, do I hide and speak a simple side
of who they want of me,
will I pretend to be one of them
and speak their truth against myself,
shall I pretend of them or
shall I be real of me?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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No Solution – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Sunday – Realm

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“A shocking crime was committed on the unscrupulous initiative of few individuals, with the blessing of more, and amid the passive acquiescence of all.”  Tacitus

No Solution

The husk of man,
for it is a man rather than a woman,
is forever drained and dry,
burnt in the blinking of an eye
across the fields of loss and grief,
where the butcher’s hand is never stayed,
and the slice is always close to the bone
with the relentless search for
the cure of fear, which, as always
readily falls to cycles of war,
now favoured by the killing of a man
who was food as friend,
and sent to to the heavenly realm
of the great cloud of witnesses
who pray over our esteemed
and utter madness for blood to be
wasted on the unforgiving rocks of dogma.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

 

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Is Nothing Learned? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: alleghenycampus.com: human chess.

 

“Chess can be described as the movement of pieces eating one another.”   Marcel Duchamp

 

Is Nothing Learned?

Knight takes bishop,
queen takes knight,
pawn takes pawn and
blocks the rook,
on and on
and so it goes,
tit for tat
soon everything falls,
is nothing learned,
is no one heard?
It’s not the winning
or a surrender,
surely,
and I hope,
it is letting all things be.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

 

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How Much? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Word of the Day – hovel

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“We only have what we give.”  Isabel Allende

How Much?

Am I really my brother-sister’s keeper
that I must set aside something of
myself to lift their burden,
to alter the fortunes of every hovel?
Isn’t this the origin of the retort of anger,
that I must somehow be responsible ,
that I know I dress their plight
in a shame all my own,
sermonising, offering beads for gold,
paralysed by guilt,
always asking, “what can I do?”
but never asking of myself,
“How much is enough?”

©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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A Horror Coming Down – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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Image: by Jonathan Burton and found at brainpickings.org

 

“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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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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The Devil Has A Clipboard – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The corruption of every government begins nearly always with that of principles.”  Charles  de Montesquieu

The Devil Has A Clipboard

The devil has a clipboard,
innocuous,
amorphous,
beady-eyed,
keeping score.
The devil has regulations,
no longer shy,
brazen,
not hiding in the detail
but living out in derision
and smug bastardry,
feeding on discomfort,
worse,
enjoying the powerlessness
of the confusion of
disavowed expectations
and the endless minutiae of
plausible impossibility
carefully tucked inside
shifting goalposts,
ever making promises and
snatching the joy away
just as the sweet and tender
seek to reach and trust.
The devil has a laptop,
keeping track,
seeking entrapment,
preying along the fault-lines
of desire and hope.
The devil has a home
inside your ballot box.
The Devil means well.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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What Does Love Cost – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics

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“Anticipate charity by preventing poverty.”  Maimonides

What Does Love Cost?

What does love for others really cost,
what pain to wash their feet,
to serve and walk in other’s shoes,
and feed the hungry too,
what might that mean?
to give my coat and
be vulnerable, what then?
To forgive, no, really forgive,
how would that feel?
To live with an integrity that
values every form of life,
never seeking gain,
just imagine if we were
careless for the things
that alienate, the machine of empire,
the greed and gorge of living,
if we turned our guns to plough-shares
and plastic into roads,
just imagine what love might cost,
and go and cash the cheque.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Finest Of Ash – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Thursday- Ash

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“Without peace, all other dreams vanish and are reduced to ashes.”  Jawaharlal Nehru

Finest Of Ash

Discomfort seems right,
the inordinate pain of all there is
resides in my heart and
I needed expiation sooner,
so, I travailed a season
in sackcloth and covered myself
with the finest of ash
awaiting the niggle and itch
of life’s little contradictions
that somehow seemed normal,
no phoenix here but, instead
the graft of living invites
us to ash and to be
lost in the dust of time.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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