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The Mindless Frog – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“As long as the general population is passive, apathetic, diverted to consumerism or hatred of the vulnerable, then the powerful can do as they please …”  Noam Chomsky

The Mindless Frog

On a cold winters day
I was prim on my lily pad
awaiting a princess to
plant her lips on me,
an average fantasy of transformation
by any normal standard and
I was so surprised when instead a
man carefully picked me up,
fed me and placed me
in some nice tepid water
where I thawed and relaxed,
stretching and luxuriating,
I was so unconcerned as
my flesh started to loosen and
gently peel from my bones
rising to the surface where
the beady eyes of the man
continued to watch expectantly,
too late I realised
that princes consume.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Exquisite Lightness – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Topsy-Turvey

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“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”  Friedrich Nietzsche

 

Exquisite Lightness

Time had hardly begun
though time was a pure farrago,
strange how chaos can be so organised
to be such exquisite lightness
and now we are really floating.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Sooner -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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“Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire.”  George Bernard Shaw

Sooner

Perhaps it was the wine
or the small of your back
we left the terrace behind,
your eyes drank my soul
while we waltzed in the shed
our laughter turning to sigh
and sooner, not later,
the long summer grass
caressed our shuddering whole.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Real – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“If we are to achieve a richer culture, we must weave one in which each diverse human gift will find a fitting place.”  Margaret Meade

Real

They were real
devoted,
oblivious and in love,
they knew they were broken,
only others imprisoned them
in shackles of judgement
devised in their own
shallow minds and
jealous of their freedom
to simply be
more human than they.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Solaced – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: on the road to Jindalee, out bush among the mallee and mulga.

 

“And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul.”  John Muir

Solaced

In those long brumous days when
my chest is wearied
and sorrowed
I dream of Maarla and Ooldea,
longing for that silent word
offered without guile
to flesh and feathered alike,
and held in the company of
such wisdom born of stillness,
a scintilla of self-acceptance
there, in that moment,
I am solaced,
whole.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: Maarla and Ooldea are types of Mallee. Mulga is Acacia.

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Ever Yearning – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Lost In Translation

Laura at dVerse has challenged us to look at three poems and write our own.

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“… of the eternal Face without gestures
and of the kingdom without form.”  
Gabriella Mistral  ‘Anniversary ‘

Ever Yearning

As deep calls to deep within me
slowly I untangle
the habits of the mind,
perhaps now my heart can see
as ever yearning through
the fog of all that is
drawing me ever inwards
that I might see your face
as if for the first time,
you who are eternal stillness,
come, let me see.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Their Wild Hope – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

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“Stand up for what you believe in, even if you stand alone.”  Suzy Kassem

 

Their Wild Hope

He stood alone in their frenzied midst
till their lungs were spent, exhausted,
and when they finally turned to him
in murmured curiosity
he quietly gave voice to their
demons and shadows and doubts
and, in their place, he made
profound their wild hope.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Wakening – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Wake – RDP Monday

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“A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.”  Antoine de Saint-Exupery

The Wakening

She’d lived a normal life
of few events
and fewer aspirations,
a monotonous drudging dressed up
in perfect debts and shiny griefs,
and in this darkened hallowed space
where coloured windows frowned
and judgment rang out of its very walls,
the eulogy came knocking at my mind and
I was compelled to resurrection
rose and fled the door mid amen,
and vowed to find my life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Attending – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The soul always knows what to do to heal itself. the challenge is to heal the mind.”  Caroline Myss

 

Attending

Outside her box she attended to her breathing
setting aside the rivers of consciousness
that on any ordinary day might drown her,
and settled for nothing that was yet something
without it being anything at all,
and later she could only imagine
that she was fed by angels.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Undone – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.”  Anais Nin, ‘Delta of Venus

Undone

I drank you deeply
like a desert ravaged soul,
a desiccated husk
greedily, intoxicatingly,
lustily I gulped
as uncontained
rivulets ran over me
until I could drink no more,
and though the feelings
lingered so strongly
my body was rent
like a torn sheet,
undone.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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