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The Mindless Frog – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon




“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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Such Deceit – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Brood – Word of the Day



“God hath given you one face, and you make yourself another.”  William Shakespeare (Hamlet)


Such Deceit

You brood of vipers,
as you writhe and glide
your innocence shines,
not so much in your youthfulness
sleek and supple though you are,
even beautiful you glisten,
no, it is your quiet movements
and the depth of your eyes
that so easily belie
the deadly venom you hide,
you seduced the very first two
succeeding ever since
winning every ballot
with such deceit.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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As The Sun Sets – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Sun – 8th anniversary


Photo: Taken at Atwell two winters ago.



As The Sun Sets

As the sun sets in the western sky
will it rise again tomorrow,
will it shine as it did at Runnymede,
or Philadelphia,
or Paris in 48,
or Mabo in 92,
the light is now clouded
darkness descends,
my heart hopes
yet weighed down.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Our Very Words – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Lofty – RDP Tuesday


Photo: Artist Wes Modes sailed this recreated 1940s shanty boat down the Tennessee River in 2016 as part of the project – ‘A Secret History Of American River People’


Beware the echo-chamber!


Our Very Words

We named her SS Egalitarian,
fuelled her with libertarian spirit
and collectively manoeuvred along the river
wisely steering round the rocks of despair,
avoiding log-jams upstream,
keeping to ourselves, naturally
no boarders here
our company pure,
ideologically speaking of course,
untainted, ideal,
and though we steered so well
navigating this river of life,
the skin of her hull
our very words in fact,
ran out, and the
democracy of the river poured in.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Emancipation Blues – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Jolly – Word of the Day




“The two enemies of the people are criminals and government …”  Thomas Jefferson


Emancipation Blues

Of privateers, corsairs, and buccaneers,
tales of derring-do,
no justice here,
self-serving thievery
a life of plunder and pillage
under the skull and thigh bones,
their fate by the winds
was wealth,
or, execution,
nowadays a fine
with spent conviction,
that’s how democracy goes.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Madame Smiled – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Eat The Rich – dVerse Poets – Quadrille



“They call me a tyrant … one arrives at a tyrant’s throne by the help of scoundrels … What faction do I belong to? You yourselves. What is that faction which, since the revolution began, has crushed the factions and swept away hireling traitors? It is you, it is the people, it is the the principles of the Revolution …”   Maxilien Robespierre’ last speech to the Convention in 1794.”


Madame Smiled

Maximilien smiled,
such cherubic cheeks,
as baskets filled while
terror reigned
slice by slice
to the cheers of the
First Estate
Madame could eat no more,
Public Safety now redundant
Madame smiled and chose
Maximilien for her rich
a cut above.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Note: Maximilien Robespierre, was the primary (though not the sole) architect of the Reign of Terror 1792 – 94 (though often disputed). The Terror produced 16.593 “official’ deaths! Madame refers to Madame Guillotine – a colloquial term. The Terror ended with the execution of its primary architect, irony indeed!



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Electile Dysfunction – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: View of the car park at the foot of Bluff Knoll, taken from the half-way point through the lifting fog.

“To win the people, always cook them some savoury that pleases them.”  Aristophanes, ‘The Knights’

Electile Dysfunction

Precipitation reigned raining
as damp held court and
mystery rose to the heavens
where nothing was said
and the veil remained
holding me without a vision,
moving slowly
not knowing which way to go
I ascended the mountain
trusting feet over eyes,
receiving pedestrian news
the veil lifted cracked
and I caught
infinitesimal hope,
just down in the
bottom corner,
that the sun might yet
warm the heart
of this broken land.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Abundance Patented – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Cornucopia – RDP Thursday



“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




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Once Again – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Image: Honore Daumier’s painting “The Uprising” 1860.


Once Again

The bakery opened with a flourish
and the baker said,
“rejoice, eat cake”
but soon he only offered
stale breads, yet
the people continued to pay,
timidly accepting his insult
without thought, but lately
I’ve been feeling that our
yeast will rise once again.

©Paul Vincent Cannon





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Ramparts Of Fear – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Ramparts Of Fear

We built that fort from a dream
but the fantasy became a nightmare
as we dug that ditch of despair
and erected a palisade of sharp invective,
towers of lies,
ramparts of fear,
aiming our ideological long bows
at every initiative with
which we disagreed with vituperation,
locking the gates against reason,
and executing those who believed in change.


©Paul Vincent Cannon




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