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Jumbled Life – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The purpose – where I start –  is the idea of use. It is not recycling, it’s reuse.”  Issey Miyake

Jumbled Life

I went to the local op shop
to glimpse the passing of my life
in a multitude of styles and colours,
unboxed memories in
this museum of moments,
a house of bargains,
all recycled love
wondering where to home,
I took nothing tangible
but I left with joy
and the stirrings
of my childhood.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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1000 – Thank You

 

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Life is full of milestones. I began in 2013 on WordPress, but only in earnest in 2016. I returned to poetry in 2018 and have just completed 1 year of solid poetry blogging, which I’m really enjoying.

Many thanks to all of you who have taken time to read, and to those who have commented, it is so much easier to risk the words when others join the journey With you!

 

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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Rouge Desire – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Alchemy with Laurie Lee

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“That first long secret drink of golden fire, juice of those valleys and of that time, wine of the wild orchards, of russet summer, of plump red apples, and Rosie’s burning cheeks. Never to be forgotten, or ever tasted again.”    ‘Cider With Rosie’ by Laurie Lee

The challenge by Laura Bloomsbury of dVerse Poets is to take a piece of prose by Laurie Lee and work it into a poem.

 

Rouge Desire

I drank of you that secret drink,
that juice of wild valleys
that moistened your ruby lips
of apple red seduction.

I sat with you in those russet hallways
of sun marked scapes of wonder,
and counted cotton candy clouds
that sugared us with joy.

Memories like clocks who ever know
how we loved each other like a
baroque lilting of romantic flow,
never scrumpy, always smooth as wine.

Your golden haired hypnotic dazzle
unforgettable in all eyes of seeing,
your fiery cheeks like rouge desire
for a love delighting in its time.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Bunyah Man -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: abc.net.au Bunyah the farm where Les Murray one of Australia’s best known poets grew up as a child and returned as an adult many years later. A place that deeply influenced his poetry.

 

Bunyah Man

Taree was your last breath
so hard to think of a national treasure
dying ordinary in a nursing home,
what with thirty volumes
and a string of awards,
but now you’re gone,
ashes to ashes
dust to dust with
echoes of Bunyah
the Sydney Push,
conservative nomad
with ears to the ground,
a voice for the little person
and regard for the land,
the Queen’s gold medal
with just a little fame
you were large in life
and in name,
now you’re gone,
but your words remain.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Vale Les Murray

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That day that comes  has come for Australia’s leading poet and cultural icon Les Murray who died at the age of 80, today 29.4.19, with 30 volumes of poetry to his credit.

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Where Has All The Lustre Gone? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Lacklustre – Word of the Day

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Where Has All The Lustre Gone?

There’s a patina of despair
and everyone is jaded,
we’ve been bitten more that twice
by those we’ve elevated,
trust has flown the coop
while ideas cower in darkness
and those with tiny minds,
glove puppets of the bankers,
all come to my house
forever empty handed,
and lately I’ve been
looking for some lustre
but it’s lacking everywhere.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Abundance Patented – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Cornucopia – RDP Thursday

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“Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of cancer.”  Edward Abbey.

 

Abundance Patented

Adam’s spawn did play a game,
a nasty little game so spiteful,
turning the earth’s abundance
to a paucity
an economics of scarcity
to benefit the few and
starve the many,
for giggles did they
sup in full view
on the horn of plenty
thumbing their noses at death,
who smiled.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Of Possibilities – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

World – Word of the Day

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Of Possibilities

His tiny mind
reduced everything to a
post card ideology
of spittle speeches
and dilated visions of alarm,
waving meaningless symbols
ever building narrow dreams
of darkness in disguise,
a univocal monochrome
of controlled delight,
he blathered on
endlessly reciting
mantras of power
and praising hatreds
while I looked out the window
at a beautiful reality
of abundance,
stirring possibilities
of everything so global.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Soft Paths – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Exploring – Word of the Day

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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

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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Speaking Silence – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Discovery – 5 Lines

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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

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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