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No Sides – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Squat – RDP

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No Sides

The wrong side
of what is not entirely clear
to me,
but wrong it is said,
of this or that,
from left to right,
in our typical binary fashion,
a perfected duality,
raising the prospect of
who’s in, who’s out?
as if one bloodline is corrupted,
or wombs are so ideologically different,
or blue eyes are ascendant,
and wealth is of colour!
Well, there is no geography,
only doctrinaire fantasy,
a blindness to the heart,
a denial of love.
Of squatters there should be not,
and those who rejoice that there are,
know squat of human connection.

┬ęPaul Vincent Cannon

 

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Leap Of Faith – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Effigy – Word of the Day

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Guy Fawkes effigy. If you remember ­čÖé the gunpowder plot set for the 5th November, 1605 when parliament was due to be opened by James the 1st of England & 6th of Scotland, by a group of Catholics who wanted to end the persecution of Catholics in England. This was during the period of the Reformation in England and there were strict laws governing any expression of the Christian faith other than that authorised by parliament, and the Catholic Church was very hemmed in by regulation. The architect of the plot was Robert Catesby. The plot was foiled and Fawkes was captured. Under torture he named all the plotters. All were captured and sentenced to be hung drawn and quartered. Fawkes avoided this excruciating death by jumping from the ladder for the scaffold and broke his neck and died.

The parliament named November 5 as a National Day of Thanksgiving which morphed into a bonfire night, and later fireworks were added to round out the Gunpowder Plot aspect. ┬áFawkes was never burned, though others at that time were, but bonfire night caught on nonetheless. The question in my mind is do people get what it was about, and do they understand the reason for the plot? Not only that, the pure barbarism to hang draw and quarter? I’m not one to support murder, but nor am I one to support state sanctioned torture or murder either.

Leap of Faith

How did it come to this?
That you would cease to breathe this day,
your body smashed and broken,
your heart and passion gone.
That you dreamed of freedom,
believed for better,
for rights held by others,
but not by you or yours.
You were squeezed for servitude,
under those who looked down on you.
A king was your hopeful prize,
your evening bulletin,
but in truth he was an effigy of ill,
and your surprise was sprung against you,
then the scaffolding was strung.
Yet you beat the plot against you,
and found your freedom at last,
as you left the ladder of doom.
Centuries would pass before
freedom came to yours,
now I see you everywhere,
not least on tindered heaps,
more in the masks of dissent,
where freedom is eroding,
and we must leap the ladder
of protest once again.

┬ęPaul Vincent ┬áCannon

Paul,

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Your Real Words – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Repress – Word of the Day

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Photo (Google images): Artist Ai Weiwei of China, who is a noted dissident, has been arrested several times, and has claimed that he was assaulted by police in 2009, and again in 2010. See The Guardian There are many dissidents throughout the world, and throughout history who have stood for human rights, they often pay with their lives.

 Your Real Words

As soon as it begins
there is no possibility of speaking,
your words are no longer your words,
they are artfully abstracted to fit
predestined verdicts,
skilfully distorted for truth,
so that nothing is real
and no one believes you.
Sometimes doubt colonises your mind,
but not your heart,
the place where you stand true,
in spite of your brokenness
and exhaustion,
retrieving your real words for all to see,
the butterfly effect that will
waft away empires of finite minds.

┬ęPaul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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Slaughterhouse Blues – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Exasperated – Word of the Day

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Slaughterhouse Blues

Well,
according to the federal reserve forecasts,
the banks are saying,
the minister is saying,
the government is saying,
the leader of the opposition is saying,
the party machine is saying,
the person on the street is parroting,
babies are repeating,
even the unborn are mouthing,
what a plausible thing,
what a singularly wonderful moment,
what a magical outcome,
what a superb turnaround,
a miracle,
a mighty effort,
such brilliance;
that we have succumbed to,
and believed,
the lies garnered to seduce us,
as if they were life-giving truths,
and, in spite of knowing this very fact,
we accept the unreality,
as if paying for sex,
or gambling our last dollar,
this colourful fabrication,
this political fornication
engineered for us to swallow,
leading us on,
like cattle down the race
to the slaughter,
that we gladly celebrate,
drives me completely spare,
as I swim the other way,
with the moniker of mad.

┬ęPaul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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Same Old – A poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Manifesto – Word of the Day

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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,
“yadayadayadayadayadayadayada”
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.”

┬ęPaul Vincent Cannon

 

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One Day Soon

Atone – Word of the Day

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Christine Blasey Ford, who dared to call out not just a man, not just a powerful man, but a presumptuous power culture. Mother, aunt, sister, cousin, friend, colleague, neighbour … we’re all connected.

 

 

One Day Soon

She is every woman from every place,
from factory floor to research lab,
she has been assaulted everywhere,
from home to conflict zones,
she’s been invaded and degraded,
tables turned
now offender,
victim on trial.
Liar, Liar, crucify her,
bay the kangaroo court of power,
the ancient privileged cyclops
who laugh and jeer,
and feel supreme,
yet deep down,
driven by a fear that,
just maybe,
one day
they must atone.

┬ęPaul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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Not For Me

Obsequious – Word of the Day

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Not For Me

What possessed you?
Did you think I’d be impressed if you grovelled?
That I wouldn’t wonder where your dignity lay?
Surely, lower that the soles of my shoes
which you readily moistened with your lips.
What chance respect now?
Now that you’ve declared an unreserved submission
that was never once desired,
least of all by me?
What hope is there for you, for me, for all the world?
And end to it!
Arise and speak with me
of needs and wants, hopes and dreams,
of far away lands and desperate sorrows,
of grief, of love, of sparrows.
And let us look each other in the eye and know
that we can trust our truths
and hold each other’s dreams
and keep our shoes dry,
lest in turn, we own each other.

┬ęPaul Vincent Cannon

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Question

Imperious – Word of the Day

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Darth Vader, an example of imperiousness, and one of many fictional characters who exemplify arrogance, control, dictatorial behaviour, tyrannical behaviour and so on.

 

Question

Strange,
how the small minded always get on a high horse,
and how the over-inflated so easily shrink,
or how the mindless swallow empty verbiage.
And all the while,
the world suffering the arrogance of
hollow gesture and the prattle of meaninglessness.
But who am I that I should blame another,
when I should, with all integrity,
reflect on my own imprint on life,
and make amends?

┬ęPaul Vincent Cannon

 

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Divine Humour

Peddler – Word of the Day

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Source: flickr.com  A street peddler in Istanbul.

 

Divine Humour

The smell of sulphur fills the air,
bell, book and candle won’t help you now,
the devil incarnate roams the streets,
seductively peddling false hope, old ways, more tax.
Been like that since the ancient of days laughed and said
“Let them try democracy.”

┬ęPaul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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Love Doesn’t Need A Cape

Hero – Word of the Day

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Love Doesn’t Need A Cape

The ancient diesel generator thrums
solitary sentinel in the night.
And yet it is peaceful,
the rebels have moved on
to torment other outposts of misery
in this vast wilderness.
The thrum tells that the hospital is at work,
late into the night
as it has these past months,
or is it years?
I’ve lost count in the blur.
The team will work till they drop,
as they always do
in this sea of sorrow.
Trying to restore life
to staunch the loss of future,
that landmines and bullets have stolen,
cauterising love
before it turns to despondency.
There is no telephone booth in this village,
love doesn’t need a cape.

┬ęPaul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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