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Soft Paths – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Exploring – Word of the Day




Soft Paths

They say that love is blind
and, that being said,
though our hearts have seen inside,
I must now, like a blind man,
take in the braille of your beauty.
And, as our lips speak pleasure,
an entree of delight,
there’s a tremble of anticipation,
as our hands take soft paths
to places over the moon.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, poetry

Speaking Silence – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Discovery – 5 Lines




Speaking Silence

It took a while, a circuit or three,
but I discovered that silence is not the silence I thought it was,
for silence speaks a language of other,
a knowing not knowing that speaks for itself,
arriving and arriving and arriving.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




Filed under Five Lines, Free Verse, meditation, poem, poetry

The Plight Of The Bumble Bee

Emergency – Word of the Day




The Plight Of The Bumble Bee

Carbon sucker punch
with chemical balm,
the bees are bummed,
dropping dead down.
It’s not just the honey,
there’ll be no fruit,
nature’s little cupid is caput,
the bee-eaters are thinning,
a global emergency is upon us now.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




Filed under Free Verse, nature, poem, poetry, Quadrille, Uncategorized

A Spell Of Tea – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Sleep – 5 Lines




A Spell Of  Tea

So still,
spindle and needle lie forlorn,
your breathing so shallow,
you awaken from the longest slumber
with the aroma of fresh Darjeeling.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




Filed under Five Lines, life, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

Aced By Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Ricochet – Word of the Day


Squash or racquetball, depending where you live, is, in my view, a skilful ricochet or rebound game. If you look closely, you will see a trajectory line showing an impending shot.


Aced By Love

Confused, I looked around,
I swear I saw a reflection,
I craned and there you were,
left of field.
You flashed a smile,
it ricochetted every chamber,
my heart aflutter.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

Silence Of The Trolls – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Troll – Word of the Day




Silence Of The Trolls

Your hand hovers over the keys,
to abuse, or not to abuse,
a momentary question,
lost in the lust for gratification,
a gas-lighter’s delight
mayhem and pain,
sowing the seeds of doubt
like a hot knife
to the heart of the unsuspecting.
But I have discovered your weakness,
I hold my silence to your hand.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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One Thing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Pacify – Word of the Day


Cargotecture – one of many options now coming on-stream across the world, as reported in 2013 Homeless Housing 


One Thing

Wearily he closed the door
and slumped on the floor,
the day had wandered,
and, like a bloodhound,
he knew every pavement
as he walked the daylight away,
just waiting for the night-shelter.
No alcohol allowed,
but that didn’t matter,
nothing could pacify the haunting
that devoured his mind and seared his heart,
diminishing every fibre of him.
The tears no longer came,
he was empty now,
but he had one thing, a calling,
to know the pavements who walked with him.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




Filed under life, poem, poetry

A Pocket Full Of Stars – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Stellar – Word of the Day


See also:Stellar


A Pocket Full Of Stars

As I left the pub,
brimful of expectancy
I looked up, and,
as I sometimes do,
I nodded in deference to the stars,
a toast to the sentient beings beyond my ken.
And I reached up and grabbed a handful of mystery
so sparkly, light, and effervescent.
And it occurred to me,
that there’s nothing better in all the world,
than a pocket full of stars for my true love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




Filed under astronomy, love, poem, poetry

The Forge Of Vikings – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Fjord – Word of the Day





The Forge Of Vikings

There was a time,
long before we breathed in this place,
when the sea had cleft our mountains,
and before long, we rested there,
our souls forged of its very nature.
Then the sea and the oak formed a pact,
and the long boat came to be,
together we made our way across the seas.
At home we were blacksmiths, farmers, woodsmen,
but on foreign shores we were beserkers,
fearless, bringers of terror and death
as we plundered our way into history,
all the while the fjords a fire in our souls.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




Filed under life, poem, poetry, war

Same Old – A poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Manifesto – Word of the Day


Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels, authors of the Communist Manifesto, published circa February 1848, and which sparked many political and economic debates, and not just a few revolutions.


Same Old

It was that kind of day,
when I could finally speak paradox,
between the corner store
and the park.
It was there I heard
the suit encased optimist’s manifesto,
from the podium,
with only a momentary pause.
The man behind me asked,
“Can you splain that mate?”
And, I said, “Sure, it goes like this;
lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies,
but it came out as,
paradise, free bread, equality,
love and peace.”
Then the woman in front said,
“You know, we already have all these things,
they’re a manifesto of your heart.”

©Paul Vincent Cannon




Filed under Free Verse, poem, poetry, politics