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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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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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There Will Be Time – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Last Lines

Wish at dVerse has invited us to select either the last line of a book close at hand or from one the links she has kindly provided.

I have chosen Haruki Murakami’s ‘After Dark’,  Tokyo, Vintage, 2009; and the line:

“There will be time until the next darkness arrives.”

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“After a lifetime of darkness, I want to leave something behind that is made of light.”  Marie Lu

There Will Be Time

The lantern in the lonely shack,
a slender glow on morning’s horizon,
that candle talisman of human heart,
cliched clouds over moonlight,
silvery awareness, while
silhouetted peaks are imposing,
always the reveal of light sneaking
under life’s door,
and you just know
there will be time until
the next darkness arrives.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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For Justice – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

De at dVerse has invited us to write a Quadrille (44 words) around roar and ‘roaring in the new’

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“People can be at their most vulnerable, but still tenacious at the same time.”  Toni Bernhard

For Justice

Love overflows in perpetual caprices,
while anger escapes my imprisoning geist
and leaks across my world
as watercolour paint bleeding,
a tincture of passion released,
not so injustice,
action forthwith,
a torrent from a wellspring brimming,
an irreproachable love,
a roar for justice bursting.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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To That Place Again – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Subtraction

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“God is not found in the soul by adding anything but by a process of subtraction.”  Meister Eckhart

 

To That Place Again

How many valleys and ravines have been
that perfect sense of standing on the edge
seeking subtraction by addition,
rather than simply surrendering
the me of me for the real me,
unravelling the complexity
of my false true self,
offering substitutes two sizes down,
placating the demons of acceptance,
rummaging the garbage of life
for hollow platitudes,
a reductio ad absurdum
that returns me unfulfilled
to that place again
of self emptying towards
onement.

©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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Of Vulnerability – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Afraid

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“Huxley feared that what we desire will ruin us.”  Neil Postman

 

Of Vulnerability

Not crawling or slithers, lead or blade,
neither fist nor foe really matter
in the grandest of schemes,
it is more the inner, the self, the real,
of vulnerability we are afraid.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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A way Home – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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“Ghosts don’t haunt us. That’s not how it works. They’re present among us because we won’t let go of them.”  Sue Grafton

 

A Way Home

The room was so still so late,
nothing and no one
a stirring not,
though midst my typing
a shadow passing
persisting time and again
through the snores of the house,
a presence behind me
not malevolent at all,
simply lost and locked,
needing to find a way home,
a letting go,
a moving on,
saying farewell to what was
and embracing the door
of something else,
for my part
I offered the way
in words of love,
the best map there could be.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Meta Carbo – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Let’s Get Elemental

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write about the elements of the periodic table in whatever creative ways we choose. This is my second go, and this time I’ve chosen Carbon which, being an allotrope, gives us a variety of things, diamonds, coal 😦 , graphite, graphenes, and so on. It is for all occasions, it is a necessary part of forming oxygen, but it is also a major environmental problem too.

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“The greatest threat to our planet is the belief that someone else will save it”  Robert Swan

 

Meta Carbo

Shining dangle trinket
an all occasion party type,
now retiring like quiet
Albrecht in a pencil thin garret,
sometimes darkly dark, though
more recently sneaky congestion
leaking all around me,
beautiful choking imbalance,
really hot stuff
searing my lungs,
everything,
no more the exchange
nothing can breathe,
leaving now,
disappearing through
a hole in the sky,
until, of course,
I change my carbon life.

©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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“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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