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Making Waffle – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Word of the Day – Waffle




“Our great democracies still tend to think that a stupid man is more likely to be honest than a clever man, and our politicians take advantage of this prejudice by pretending to be even more stupid than nature made them.”  Bertrand Russell 


Making Waffle

The hubris riddled party hack
wandered the vaulted halls as
if he owned them,
sniffing at intrusions,
throwing disdain at the press,
ignoring widows and orphans,
hating on foreigners,
making excuses for the inexcusable,
and feathering his nested future,
waffling to a groaning sundry
of his pointless achievements,
to the point that he was anaesthetic,
and ended in a jam.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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The Greater Distance – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


Art: Quint Buchholz – ‘Giacomonde – The Moon We walk’

“We are going to the moon that is not very far. Man (sic) has so much farther to go within himself.”  Anais Nin

The Greater Distance

What is a distance,
how is it measured,
in streams crossed
or in dreams?
But at least there I can
begin the journey proper
for which my body is willing,
a place where I can
take that leap of faith
into the unconscious.
I could reach the moon,
that part is so simple.
But can I reach into my
deepest self,
the hidden, denied part,
so cleverly recast
as the outer self,
a sweet deception,
a lie that must be unravelled,
the greater distance.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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The Bento Life – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

I find Asian cultures fascinating, and not least Japanese culture. There are a number of pop culture renderings of Bento, but it more closely means convenient, so a bento box lunch is merely a convenient lunch. The furishiki is a small cloth for wrapping the bento box in (these have found other uses in the west in recent years).


“Let things taste the way they are.”  Alice Waters

The Bento Life

Her movements were certain,
a well practiced art,
pre-prepared love in rice and duck,
she gathered all the pieces
as she gathered her thoughts
and filed them precisely
in slot after slot,
as yesterday, today, so tomorrow,
her love note
his lacquered bento box,
and as she wrapped it in the
womb of the furoshiki
and tied it well,
she knew that it was her love
alone that would hold it together.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Veneer – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

Lillian at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night which means an opportunity to post a poem of your choice.


Photo: Better Homes and Gardens, January 1951


“You can get the man out of the stone -age, but not the stone-age out of the man.”  Abhijit Naskar



The old panels were tired
and out of place,
relics of the forties and fifties,
so we settled on a transformation,
new ideas, life, and colours,
it was simple really
but so effective,
though lately I’ve noticed
that the laminates are lifting
in some places and the
bakelite’s showing through,
seems that all the transformations
were just that,
insubstantial veneers,
and the laminates are surrendering,
giving way to the old once more.

©Paul Vincent Cannon





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Time Doesn’t Matter – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon




“Strong and bitter words indicate a weak cause.”  Victor Hugo


Time Doesn’t Matter

Have you noticed how time doesn’t matter,
which is a truism in itself,
but not if you were hoping for
something better,
that a friendship might have meant more
by its investment of love and time
than a childish rebuttal,
a gainsay,
that bellwether of pettiness
given safe harbour in a corner
of the heart that
one day, it might sail forth
in a leaking untruth
and founder against integrity,
no, time doesn’t matter
when decades are dashed
and all that went before
sinks as if nothing had
ever existed.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Shred Of Life – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – To Be A Flower

Linda at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about ourselves as a flower, what flower we do we most identify with? I have chosen a Spider Orchid.


Photo: One of the several types of Spider Orchid found in Western Australia, Leda Reserve, 2018.


“The orchids grow in the woods and they let out their fragrance even if there is no one around to appreciate it.”  Confucius


Shred Of Life

waiting for the sky to cry
and relieve my desiccated bones,
my rice paper skin,
a tenuous life in
an abundance of aridity,
the land of implausible possibility
where nature threatens its own
fragile existence so that
it won’t be disappointed
should its seed never smile
and celebrate a dawn,
yet here I am,
today, perhaps tomorrow,
a glorious struggle,
full of my colour
in a shred of life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon





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Until – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Sun




“Even the sun directs our gaze away from itself and to the life illumined by it.”  Eberhard Arnold


The sun is just the sun
so far as the eyes are concerned
until the sun meets
horizon or cloud,
and every hue erupts,
bathing hearts with flutter,
even more so when the
sun meets your hair
offering highlights and
directing my gaze
to you.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Samaritans – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Friends5bb2565faccc67e259194cf2.jpeg


“We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have real conversations with people may seem like such a simple, obvious suggestion, but it involves courage and risk.”  Thomas Moore



They washed my fetid journey sores with
words of love and such intimate and warm
soothing smiles on their hands, that
to be held in that space without judgement was
so powerful, even the word friends is inadequate.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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The Border Collie of the Apocalypse – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Meet the Bar

Amaya at dVerse has invited us to write a poem as one sentence about using three rules: (1) The poem must tell a story in one sentence; (2) the poem must explore the theme of the end of civilisation, and (3) the poem must be improvised; all around the theme of the end of civilisation, while including an embarrassing moment.




“This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but with a whimper.”  T.S. Eliot

The Border Collie of the Apocalypse

I walked the lake
as the four horsemen gathered,
portent of distance conflated,
the future was here
but we’re handing it back,
too bleak for our eyes to adopt,
but the dog cared not for an ending,
and treated himself to this walk,
the water was lower than ever before,
fewer birds than last year,
and just as I’m contemplating a
parousian finale
the dog found a friend,
and with his lunge
I’m suddenly airborne
split seconds pass me by
and I land with a thud
pride spewed over the path,
I rise with aplomb and
dust off my ending
as the young one
enquires of my health.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Therefore I Am – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Product Placement




“Now, product placement, whichever way you look at it …. it’s what it is.”  Daniel Craig


Therefore I Am

So carefully placed as to catch your ego,
normalising, vindicating, validating,
for the lost and lonely
who need a sign
from the prophets of
inspired mammon
in red and white,
or sleek carbon black,
it makes a difference to
those starving for identity
who, in the end, become
the product placed.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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