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Despite The Tiny Voice – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found at exopetguides.com

“Every bad institution of this world ends by suicide.” Victor Hugo

Despite The Tiny Voice

The ancient serpent lay sunning in the
open noon warmth, sluggish and laden 
from decades of lazily gorging tripe, 
leaving the forest somewhat bare of life, 
despite the tiny voice that had pleaded for 
change, still the serpent followed its familiar 
comfort and, beginning with its tail, began 
slowly devouring itself in the belief that it
could not possibly come to an end.


Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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You Cannot – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Art work: found at notbuyinganything.blogspot.com

“The new slavery is consumerism.” Bryant McGill

You Cannot

You cannot make a silk purse from the isms of life
though many have tried and succeeded for a time,
wrapping them in beautiful magnetic attraction,
only to reveal an emptiness of meaning as crisis.

Though many have tried and succeeded for a time,
too soon the facade faded to its skeletal menace
only to reveal an emptiness of meaning as crisis,
the very dust we are returning to laughs at our surmise.

Too soon the facade faded to its skeletal menace,
a harbour of jaundiced, unrepentant misery,
the very dust we are returning to laughs at our surmise,
thinking we could trust the gratuitous laminate-life.

A harbour of jaundiced, unrepentant misery,
wrapping them in beautiful magnetic attraction,
thinking we could trust the gratuitous laminate-life,
you cannot make a silk purse from the isms of life.


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Truly Free – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo (found on everipedia.org): Inside the former HM Maze Prison (formerly known as Long Kesh Detention Centre) in Northern Ireland where during the 1970s the British forces interned both IRA and Loyalist prisoners, and in 1981 where Bobby Sands (along with nine other prisoners) died while on hunger strike at the age of 27. The Prison has since been demolished except for a portion retained as historical. Part of the former prison was offered for use by the Eikon Centre for events.

“They may hold our bodies in the most inhuman conditions, but, while our minds are free, our victory is assured.” Bobby Sands

Truly Free

Prison walls incarcerate only those 
who willingly surrender their minds
in easy rapprochement, but the minds
who can transcend the ill facade with
songs of solidarity on their lips, and 
poems of promise in their hearts,  
prophesying to the end of evil; that is 
the mind no longer held, they are truly 
free, even in the last breath.


Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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To Spite Ourselves – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: i.unu.edu

“We’re in a giant car heading towards a brick wall and everyone is arguing over where they’re going to sit.” David Suzuki

To Spite Ourselves

Not needing, buying all the clutter,
Himalayan yak butter and 
stressed Kenyan asparagus, 
with the perfume box set from 
London or LA, and an emu bone 
photo frame from authentic sources 
in a foreign land, or origami cranes 
folded by eccentric middle class cats, 
always making meaning from advertising,
and culture from dollar power that
enslaves millions as disposables in a 
well oiled war on life and love where
we slaughtered the dove and killed
our planet, just to spite ourselves.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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So Tricky (Really) – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

Kim at dVerse is hosting Prosery, and she has given us a D.H. Lawrence line – “We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of time.” from his poem ‘Hummingbird.’ dVerse Poets – Prosery – Telescope of Time

Photo: ya-native.com Wounded Knee protest 1973

“I think we ought to move tanks, the whole goddamned thing. Put a division in there, if necessary ….” Richard Nixon

So Tricky (Really)

Even though we look at him through the wrong end of the telescope of time doesn’t change the simple fact that he is still the same. Making him smaller doesn’t make him any less. And time is not elastic enough to change the facts, you can’t wallpaper over the truth, no matter how hard you try. No amount of forgiveness will enable forgetting. I know that those who’ve come after him have certainly made him look better, but really he’s not. To say one thing and do another, to promise what you know you will never do, never want to do, in spite of the innocent lives you trammelled, never even cared about. And for what, the vainglory of just maybe being a hero? The plumbers let you down? That wasn’t the real issue. Your smallness was your need to have power.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

The litany of Wounded Knee, Kent State, Vietnam, Cambodia, Watergate ….

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Dear Leaders – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Grace at dVerse is hosting Meeting the Bar, and the theme we are invited to write about is Protest. dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar – Protest Poetry

Photo: ocjndaily.com Ocean City, New Jersey, a protest in response to the murder of George Floyd.

“There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.” Elie Wiesel

Dear Leaders

There is no life in you,
you who are nothing more
than a husk blowing in the 
winds of rebellion,
I see your guns and gas
uniformed in fear of decency as
you sneer at the sensitivities of
ordinary people concerned for
some semblance of democracy
midst the pious, honeyed corruption
you pedal to steal the dreams of
our children as you piss in our waters
and foul our fields with your 
poisonous rhetoric so religiously
flavoured as to make God vomit,
while you continue to kill your 
own as if blood stains down your
highways is some note of triumph
for the totems you bend to in your 
spineless dereliction of humanity.
You can kill my body but you will
never kill my enduring spirit that
is me, we, together naming your
legacy of fetid lies and murder,
and we will make a road of integrity
to pass right over you without 
memorial or reward save for some
flowers to mark the hollow graves
that you are.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Shining – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found on Pinterest – street protest.

“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” Banksy

Shining 

The wind pushes down
making waves with little white peaks
shining in the midst of the grey deep,
beacons of a stirring, rolling freely,
carrying life in their awake
where fish care to fly,
just like young prophets
who call down every street with
words of freedom pressing down,
making waves, shining in their 
deep awake, calling us to fly.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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But Not Today – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: dailymail.co.uk Still shot from the movie 1984

“There is no greater tyranny than that which is perpetuated under the shield of law and in the name of justice.” Montesquieu

But Not Today

How clever
the con of flags and
their purveyors who 
valorise sacrifice for 
ideologies that dribble
like bird shit down 
lifeless, barren statues,
testimonies to a violence
nurtured by cunning liars
who consume our flesh,
but not today,
today we burn your flag
repudiating your death cult,
and beat your statues into
life-giving vessels bearing 
gifts of life and love that
set us free to determine
that no one will die this day
for the sickness that is a 
canker in your fetid heart.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Many One – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Mish at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) using the word drum. dVerse Poets

Photo: reviewjournal.com

“You can’t make a mistake when you improvise.” Patti Smith

The Many One

The steady predictable rhythm,
rat, tat, tat, tat,
of that single snare drum
unleashed our 
arhythmical froward,
we went into the street,
with pans, tins and bins
and we beat a revolution,
ba-dum, dum, tat, boom,
one tune, many beats
the difference of one.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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