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The Myth Of The Good Politician – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 19 19.11.22

Prompt: Write a poem about The Myth of [blank]

The Myth Of The Good Politician 

My vote, my vote
for a good politician,
morally outraged,
definitely sincere,
a revolutionary,
maverick,
savvy intellectual,
underdog,
survivor,
empathic leader,
caring (of course),
historic voice,
visionary,
collaborative player,
inclusive,
a legend,
there's bound to be one out there
I just haven't found them yet,
but if you know where they are,
please let me know so that 
I can pinch their face and
make sure they're real.


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Hey You – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem in the style of the Beat Generation.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Allen Ginsberg and the Beat Generation

Photo: found at climatesavior.com

“Once constituted, capital reproduces itself faster than output increases. The past devours the future.” Thomas Piketty

Hey You

Were you a true believer, ever,
selling your sanity to the screeches of
those unhinged saxophone doors,
trusting those hollow voices to 
pledge your vote for the repeat robbery
every four years of soulless lies,
buried in factory drudge and mortgage blues,
ammunition pin-cushions for those cowards
of mealy morals for the circuit generation,
held as forever infants in the corral of
dumbliness in a pinata world awaiting,
unconsciously of course, the beating stick
to spew those candy brains
on stained streets of harrow,
bleeding with anguish at the revelations
in newsprint voices alight across a
million regretful ears now strained,
holding virginal shock, asking
who knew, not wanting to know,
not ever, who destroyed  the dream of
landfill and plastic obsolescence that
sparkled like summer with cheap hopes
we could sweat for in eulogies of
ill-health for codependents whose
bass line was dirged with fear,
that all would be lost,
and it was all completely lost,
in that cul-de-sac of avarice that
drove the freight train that ran over us,
spilling our philosophies of doggerel dollars
for homeless rainbows where I still see you,
sitting, waiting for the tooth fairy to turn 
that crank once more for old time's sake
with the same excitement as finding a 
toy in the cereal packet.


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How Can It Be – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

WikiLeaks’ founder Julian Assange leaves Westminster Magistrates Court in London, Britain January 13, 2020. REUTERS/Henry Nicholls

“Once a government is committed to the principle of silencing the voice of opposition, it has only one way to go, and that is down the path of increasingly repressive measures, until it becomes a source of terror to all its citizens and creates a country where everyone lives in fear.” Harry S. Truman

How Can It Be?

How can it be that the one who dared to tell 
what needed to be told, should always be told,
is the one who must be sacrificed for breaking
the rules of the most splendid game,
the game where we pretend that we don't 
know that we know?

Why must one person be vilified that others
may be dignified in their ethical lying and 
strategic misinformation that protects their
power and presumed authority that looks
very much like corporate narcissism on the
rampage, creating and consuming their 
victims with impunity and disdain?

How can it be that we let them?


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The Moment -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: plasticsoupfoundation.org

“A very faustian choice is upon us: whether to accept our corrosive and risky behaviour as the unavoidable price of population and economic growth, or to take stock of ourselves and search for a new environmental ethic.” E.O. Wilson

The Moment

The moment between asking and answering a question
is the moment of significant weight waiting to shift,
one way or another to fall or to rise, to the left or the right,
and in the moment identifying our own game of denial.

Is the moment of significant weight waiting to shift 
merely a trope of the human imaginative longing,
one way or another to fall or to rise, to the left or the right,
or is it perhaps a significant axial irruption in our midst?

Merely a trope of the human imaginative longing,
suggesting that there is no salvific moment beyond dreams,
or is it perhaps a significant axial irruption in our midst,
at best our childish myths deserted our desperate need.

Suggesting that there is no salvific moment beyond dreams,
one way or another to fall or to rise, to the left or the right,
at best our childish myths deserted our desperate need,
the moment between asking and answering a question.


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The Piggery – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image: found on pinterest.com

“The “they all do it” excuse isn’t good enough any more.” Michael Pascoe

The Piggery

Trotters in the trough,
snort, snort, snort,
wallow in the scoff,
bought, bought, bought.

Snout in the truffles,
slurp, slurp, slurp,
ever blind snuffles,
burp, burp, burp.

Pigging on the treats,
rort, rort, rort,
sucking the public teat,
sought, sought, sought.

Oinkers in the mud,
squeak, squeak, squeak,
supping all your blood,
bleak, bleak, bleak. 


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Thieves – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photos: I apologise for ruining your moment with this but … left to right (no pun intended) Scott Morrison former PM of Australia; Donald Trump former president of the US; Boris Johnson caretaker PM of UK for three months having resigned as leader of the Tory Party. Found at inkl.com Leaders who were self-focussed, ignorant, inflated, no moral compass, fatuous and power focussed, money hungry.

“Each has been graceless.” Prof. Mark Kenny

Thieves

You chop jaw,
truth mangling pissant,
wallpapering monger of
fetid lies, destroyer of futures,
robber of lives, thief of a generation,,
deserver of those long, sharp, 
political knives spoken into your
wasted muscle, your brittle bones
of hypocrisy, those veins of 
smugness, your wizened heart
registering no feelings, just as 
the black pits of your face see
nothing but your own reflection,
too late you realise the doom
that is yours as we take away 
your glitter power.


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The Evil Tide – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found at perthbirdsandbush.com one of several types of Cuckoo native to Western Australia and across Australia.

The Cuckoo sings nicely, looks pleasant, but is a cunning bird with a mean behaviour, forcing other birds to rear its young by deception and competition, often meaning host birds lose their own offspring. The host birds never realise until it is too late that the cuckoo has invaded its nest. Surely a modern proverb for the moment.

“You see, cuckoos are parasites.” Casandra Clare

The Evil Tide

The cuckoo has played its game well,
poisonous views and paranoia well hidden,
while the host is completely unaware,
the birth of lies subtly creeps life.

Poisonous views and paranoia well hidden,
the drain is swamped by cunning cucks,
the birth of lies subtly creeps life,
encompassing, contaminating everything.

The drain is swamped by cunning cucks,
too weak to stand against the evil tide
encompassing, contaminating everything,
from decency to integrity all is tainted.

Too weak to stand against the evil tide,
while the host is completely unaware,
from decency to integrity all is tainted,
the cuckoo has played its game well.


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Our Dreams Swallowed – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found at in-cyprus.philenews.com

“When buying and selling are controlled by legislators, the first things to be bought and sold are legislators.” P.J. O’Rourke

Our Dreams Swallowed

We were born to rove but the days are rough,
innocence was wasted along the roads of youth,
our dreams swallowed in political sloth.

I never thought we'd ever do life so tough,
scammed, spammed, and damned of truth,
we were born to rove but the days are rough.

Hear the piggies wallowing in their trough,
nothing we can say will delay the proof,
our dreams swallowed in political sloth.

I simply wish we could push through and bluff,
but that would bring us to the gutter uncouth,
we were born to rove but the days are rough.

My anger boils in ever righteous wrath
at this maddening destructive spoof,
our dreams swallowed in political sloth.

So transparent their evil cut of cloth,
how have these villains missed the noose,
we were born to rove but the days are rough,
our dreams swallowed in political sloth.


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Patriarchal Madness – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: the filming of the Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood, found on pinterest.com (it would seem that Atwood is indeed a prophet)

“When fascism comes to America it will be wrapped in a flag and carrying a cross.” Sinclair Lewis

Patriarchal Madness

America the weird,
your beauty fades to ash,
a sickness rules your land,
emancipation's dead and gone,
no one matter's unless you're
hetero, male and lustre white,
no further pretence of 
separation, now a veiled 
leer of legalese, deliberately 
obscuring any path to freedom,
the Joker is your new reveal,
a dance of death is now begun,
you want your children stupid,
and make your women chattels,
your favourite toys are killers 
like your warped religious views,
your mouths are open graves and
you speak of god in pentagrams,
while your morals are carved of blood,
and your unseemly rush to Salem
will consume your generations in
fiery piles of your patriarchal wrath.


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To Tilt The World – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: backyardbuddies.org.au. which also appeared in February for a different poem- a Burrowing Frog

“Politics is the most corrupt profession on earth, no matter where you are.” Charles Dance

To Tilt The World

The burrowing frog must not be sliced.
I resume weeding my contemplative space,
conscious of worms, skinks, silver eyes, beetles,
in the special corner of my garden
where my conscience is raw, open,
and yet there is a man in the Kremlin, 
the palace, the senate, the curia,
someone some place who I 
would not think twice to slice
had I the the chance to tilt the world,
correcting the pH
of the glug that stifles
every breath
of peace 
in me.


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