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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 ūüė¶ , 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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Photo: istock.com

 

“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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Photo: cnn.com

 

“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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Photo: alleghenycampus.com: human chess.

 

“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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Waiting For Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“But man (sic) is a part of nature,¬†and his war against nature is inevitably a war against himself.” ¬†Rachel Carson

 

Waiting For Love

She was such a stunning beauty
she made people gasp,
men wanted to ravish her,
and they did
till she was completely exhausted,
and yet she patiently gave them more,
she bared her breasts
and paraded shamelessly,
exciting with her voluptuous treasures
and the promise of more,
the jewels of her eyes glittered
inviting them to come one and all,
alas, in her naive generosity
she was sundered,
ruined and spent,
but those who have ravished her
have left her in the road
shamed and broken,
waiting for love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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How Much? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Word of the Day – hovel

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“We only have what we give.” ¬†Isabel Allende

How Much?

Am I really my brother-sister’s keeper
that I must set aside something of
myself to lift their burden,
to alter the fortunes of every hovel?
Isn’t this the origin of the retort of anger,
that I must somehow be responsible ,
that I know I dress their plight
in a shame all my own,
sermonising, offering beads for gold,
paralysed by guilt,
always asking, “what can I do?”
but never asking of myself,
“How much is enough?”

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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I Paid – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Wishing

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“Whoever controls the media, the images, controls the culture.” ¬†Allen Ginsberg (and not Jim Morrison who borrowed and adapted this).

 

I Paid

I paid $2.50 for some nicely packaged plausibility,
a pyramid of lies so clever my mother would
denounce me on the strength of my invented life
where I will never again trace the strands of who I was
leaving me wishing for truth and integrity to rain down hard.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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A Horror Coming Down – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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Image: by Jonathan Burton and found at brainpickings.org

 

“In the time of deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” ¬†George Orwell.

 

A Horror Coming down

Mobsters, junkies and clowns,
Orwell’s horror
a horror coming round,
soon we’ll be in the ground,
soon we’ll be in the ground,
write nothing,
think nothing,
don’t shake the tree,
just standin’ in my yard,
my business,
mine for me,
them don’t like it
no, they don’t want it,
no one’s for free,
my mind’s banged up
in a dead wing,
but they wanna own it,
they wanna write it,
the wanna tell me what to think,
just don’t think, no
just don’t think,
don’t speak at all,
it’s killing me man,
the shoot me down,
they shoot you down,
killer’s running round
all for peace,
some plastic peace,
righteous facade,
a horror coming down,
a horror coming down.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

Note 1: The poem carries a rap influence, and was inspired by ‘1984’, Edward Snowden’s revelations, and the plight of Drill Rap artists in the UK, Australia and the US where censorship has been used as a weapon to limit and control the artistic expression of Drill Rap as a genre. Yet another sickening moral panic (accusations of organised crime, criminality, drug use, murder, and threats – obviously the authorities don’t read or live in poverty areas, or check the facts) being used against writers, and Australian and British police using power to censor and restrict artistic expression.

Note 2: in the poem the word wing = prison.

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How Simple – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Thursday – Flourish

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“I dream of giving birth to a child asks, ‘Mother, what was war?'” ¬†Eve Merriam

 

How Simple

How simple to hold,
to love,
feed,
encourage,
extend a branch towards hope,
how easy to cut the tree down
and offer striped pyjamas
and barbed wire,
gas,
to be disappeared,
stolen,
tortured,
bombed,
excluded,
walled,
how simple
that none flourish.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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The Devil Has A Clipboard – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: cei.org

 

“The corruption of every¬†government begins nearly¬†always with that of principles.” ¬†Charles ¬†de Montesquieu

The Devil Has A Clipboard

The devil has a clipboard,
innocuous,
amorphous,
beady-eyed,
keeping score.
The devil has regulations,
no longer shy,
brazen,
not hiding in the detail
but living out in derision
and smug bastardry,
feeding on discomfort,
worse,
enjoying the powerlessness
of the confusion of
disavowed expectations
and the endless minutiae of
plausible impossibility
carefully tucked inside
shifting goalposts,
ever making promises and
snatching the joy away
just as the sweet and tender
seek to reach and trust.
The devil has a laptop,
keeping track,
seeking entrapment,
preying along the fault-lines
of desire and hope.
The devil has a home
inside your ballot box.
The Devil means well.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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