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I Sang My Exile – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Let us put it generally: if a regime is immoral, its subjects are free from all Obligations to it.”  Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

I Sang My Exile

I didn’t understand the beginning
let alone the disappointing ending
that never came past my mind,
an exit wound of bridges collapsed
in rivers of impenetrable ink
coursing primitive territories
where I walked my concerns
and talked my shortcomings,
feeding off subcultures,
those cults of dark rebellion
that slither in alleys
to light the way,
it was there that I
sang my exile.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.

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Of Every Bastard Politician – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Taboo

Amaya at dVerse has invited us to write a poem considering the topic taboo!

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Photo: deptfordcinema.org

 

“The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.”  Thomas Jefferson

Of Every Bastard Politician

How I desire compassion
O how I talk of love,
I would rend the heavens for
orphans and widows,
downtrodden people turned
into beasts of no consequence,
O, but lust!
My jaw slackens,
saliva glistens my jaw,
heart racing,
as I waking dream
the mollusks and shells of
keelhauling, the ropes of death,
the bullets of ebbing breath,
blood coursing my hands,
of every bastard politician.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Making Waffle – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Word of the Day – Waffle

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“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

Paul, pvcann.com

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Truth – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poetics – Black History Month

Anmol at dVerse has invited us to write a poem focussing on Black History Month.

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“I have to make you conscious of the things you don’t see.”  James Baldwin

Truth

I saw the branches of yesterdays tree
where hemp fibres once held the
beauty of humanity as if it were
merely wrapping paper
to be discarded rather than loved,
strange how truth is pigmented
in the mind, yet colonises the heart,
so easily betraying the lies
we facade for the sake of niceties
while denying a generation.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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But The Earth Laughs – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Saturday – Nation

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Tomorrow, January 26, is “Australia Day” a slap in the face to our Indigenous people who remember it as Invasion Day. It is supposed to be a national holiday to commemorate the founding of Australia (as a white colony) under the British realm. I would rather we celebrated our so called nationhood in line with the federation of Australia and found other ways to be more united in a commonly agreed set of values and purpose. In another sense, I am not committed to any flag, I am however, committed to people irrespective of status, colour, religion and creed. In my view flags, nationalism and patriotism are dangerous, and the proof of that is in the daily news!

 

“Mounting an expedition to actualise a Compassionate Commonwealth of all peoples … is the great spiritual challenge of our time.” Sam Keen

But The Earth Laughs

Someone planted a flag and watered it
with jingoism and platitudes that
had no real connection to anything
let alone meaning
in the truest sense of the word,
people made pious statements and swooned
as if the earth might clap with joy
at the sound of our own voices,
exulting over our claims,
but the earth laughs at us as a
parent laughs at a child who thinks it knows,
until the child grows and
poisons the soil with nationalism,
worse, it murders unity with patriotism
and life wilts before us in
borders, walls and detention
where no one is safe,
and words become blades that
wound and butcher
for the mere sense of a date
or the colour of skin,
and yet we skilfully wallpaper death
like nothing is wrong
and we raise champagne to a
beautiful monied lie,
that fiction of ownership,
that we own what we do not own
be it mountains,
or be it myths and legends.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Secret Fantasy – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

 Climate ActivistsdVerse Poets – Poetics – Secrets

Merril at dVerse has invited us to consider writing a poem about secrets.

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Photo: Courier Mail: October 2019, 50 Climate Activists arrested in Melbourne.

“If you tremble with indignation at every injustice, then you are a comrade of mine.”  Che Guevara

The Secret Fantasy

To take a life
even for a cause,
how does one do that with any ease
that it never haunts,
eternally wounding the self,
twisting bowel and heart in
feverish spasms of regret,
causing clever mind plays
of robust justification,
all those greats who advocated
against that dark horror
even baring their own chests to
the chance of bullets
without reproach,
and my life has been persuaded
of that very path, and yet,
there are those days of longing
to come out of Kinshasa,
to leave the mountains of Bolivia,
to wear the beret once again
and to strike at the heart of the
corpulent monster strangling the world.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Meta Carbo – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Let’s Get Elemental

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write about the elements of the periodic table in whatever creative ways we choose. This is my second go, and this time I’ve chosen Carbon which, being an allotrope, gives us a variety of things, diamonds, coal 😦 , graphite, graphenes, and so on. It is for all occasions, it is a necessary part of forming oxygen, but it is also a major environmental problem too.

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“The greatest threat to our planet is the belief that someone else will save it”  Robert Swan

 

Meta Carbo

Shining dangle trinket
an all occasion party type,
now retiring like quiet
Albrecht in a pencil thin garret,
sometimes darkly dark, though
more recently sneaky congestion
leaking all around me,
beautiful choking imbalance,
really hot stuff
searing my lungs,
everything,
no more the exchange
nothing can breathe,
leaving now,
disappearing through
a hole in the sky,
until, of course,
I change my carbon life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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No Solution – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Sunday – Realm

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“A shocking crime was committed on the unscrupulous initiative of few individuals, with the blessing of more, and amid the passive acquiescence of all.”  Tacitus

No Solution

The husk of man,
for it is a man rather than a woman,
is forever drained and dry,
burnt in the blinking of an eye
across the fields of loss and grief,
where the butcher’s hand is never stayed,
and the slice is always close to the bone
with the relentless search for
the cure of fear, which, as always
readily falls to cycles of war,
now favoured by the killing of a man
who was food as friend,
and sent to to the heavenly realm
of the great cloud of witnesses
who pray over our esteemed
and utter madness for blood to be
wasted on the unforgiving rocks of dogma.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

 

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Is Nothing Learned? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Chess can be described as the movement of pieces eating one another.”   Marcel Duchamp

 

Is Nothing Learned?

Knight takes bishop,
queen takes knight,
pawn takes pawn and
blocks the rook,
on and on
and so it goes,
tit for tat
soon everything falls,
is nothing learned,
is no one heard?
It’s not the winning
or a surrender,
surely,
and I hope,
it is letting all things be.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

 

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Where To? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Sunday – Fugacious

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Photo: news.com.au. Syrian refugees 2015.

 

“There is absolutely no solidarity in the West towards its own victims, and the recent ‘refuge crisis’ is direct proof of it.”  Andre Vitchek

 

Where To?

This fugacious life
where lives fall off,
from Bethlehem to Alexandria,
Kampala to London,
Kabul to Islamabad,
Jaffna to Darwin,
bullets and noose,
leaking tents with
open dreams,
desperate souls
risking boiling seas,
dashing fear on rocks of despair,
holding child heirlooms,
selling dignity,
leaving identity,
trading death for death,
broken spirits seeking refuge
in resistant places
west of our insouciance,
hoping against hope.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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