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Love Wins Out – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

“World belongs to humanity, not this leader, that leader or that king or prince or religious leader.” Dalai Lama

Love Wins Out

The separation of peoples,
the division of colours,
the disappearance of culture,
the incarceration of peoples,
the eruption of concrete walls,
the ranking of right religious views,
the diminishing of political views,
the eradication of human rights,
the ending of the individual,
the destruction of community,
all have been tried,
all have,
in the long term,
ultimately failed
the power of love and connection.


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In Her Quiet Way – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

“Day after day, ordinary people become heroes through extraordinary and selfless actions.” Sylvia Matthews Burwell

In Her Quiet Way

Things are not always evident on face value,
never judge a book by its cover they say,
she was no different in her quite way,
some would say she merely had a walk on part,
that her life was lived in a deep pocket,
but that would be an assumption,
her name alone held up walls,
even the sky, 
and, like Moses 
she parted water for a generation
in need of escape,
while her words pushed up floors
as she intoned the reality around her,
naming the evils so closely held
by those who lauded themselves
and ruled her world.



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Truthing (Don’t Fear The Creative) – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

“Some people are opposed to anything, before they understand what they criticise.” Sebastian Wortys

Truthing (Don't Fear The Creative)

Make no mistake,
a song, 
a piece of art,
some writing
are a creative's hell,
in a world of opinions where
there is no critical thinking,
how else would we have ended up
with banning and burning books,
redacted prose,
destruction of art that is feared.
To throw in a provocation here,
do you remember 'Piss Christ?'
The furore,
the frenzy,
the self-righteous posturing,
the attacks upon the artist,
who, as it predictably turned out,
had no intention of blasphemy.
Our symbols have become over-invested,
oppressive, beyond critique or reflection.
Okay,
so let's pull the pin on the moral grenade now.
Why is it that some believe they must protect
institutions and symbols at all costs?
Who are we to make ourselves the keepers?
If myths are valid, flexible, adaptive,
surely they will survive because of critique,
especially from within the movement or process.
Ironically 'Piss Christ' was an attempt to show how
symbols are tamed, domesticated, corrupted, 
made empty in the pursuit of
well,
power and money,
of course.


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A Voice In The Noise – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

“Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with deeper meaning.” Maya Angelou

A Voice In The Noise

There seem to be more words than infinity can muster,
sentences and phrases strung together passing through me,
unpunctuated noise piercing my unguarded mind,
so many mouths spewing sound with no discernible form
droning earnest speculative meaninglessness,
a kind of backscatter logos,
an anaesthetic for the age,
sound devoid of content,
spittle filled nonsense,
flushed piss,
atrophy of a generation drugged by equilibrium,
that boat won't be rocked,
peace in our time insta in yoga pants,
while my teeth grind to dust
and the earth flames,
faintly I heard a prophet speak.


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Berta Caceres – a poem by

Photo: from de ONU Medio Ambiente, the UN programme for the environment.

Note: Berta Caceres was an environmentalist in Honduras who was assassinated in 2016 for her successful work in protecting the Gualcarque River, among other projects and human rights activism. Her murder was initially covered up, but in 2021 the architect of her murder was sentenced to 22 years in prison, but the murderers are still at large. needless to say, these murderers are allegedly a product of the infamous Fort Benning and the former programme of the School of the Americas, which in my understanding is code for training thugs and right wing militants (think Chile, Bolivia, Argentina, Brazil, Peru, Panama ….). Berta was 44 years old and leaves four children and a husband, but also a great legacy of what can be achieved even under threat of death – she knew she was on a list.

“They are afraid of us because we are not afraid of them.” Berta Caceres

Berta Caceres

To say this is my home
is to say that I have a place,
somewhere to take sanctuary
from the pressures of the world,
a door to close against the dark hearts
who do not want me to me to have
this place or my voice, which speaks
loudly for my people, for our rivers
and trees, our homes, for the right to say 
no to those who have no understanding of
our needs, our ways, our culture, but tonight,
although I do not know that it will be tonight,
you will read that they came to silence my voice,
I am not afraid of them, shooting me will not 
silence me, my voice will continue to speak

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Sweet Dreams – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: from viacampesina.org “Protracted fight against all injustices.” Protestors in Paraguay drawing attention to the loss of land and human rights in the face of mining and forestry businesses.

“Disadvantages faced by indigenous peoples are related to dispossession and exacerbated by powerlessness and poverty.” Roberto Mukaro Borrero

Sweet Dreams

There is no edict for you to leave your
home tonight as armed militias glare
at you with trembling trigger fingers,
while benign police stand back shrugging.

No one is bulldozing the graves of your
loved ones or setting fire to community 
facilities in order to persuade you to leave
the place where you have set down roots,
generations of love and friendship and work.

No one is turning your land in to agribusiness 
at the cost of community, even life,
you are not losing your freedom tonight,
or your basic rights, even your dignity
remains in tact despite corrupt politicians.

No one is making laws to target you as an
enemy of the state because you refuse to 
surrender your home and land from which 
you sustain life and no one despises you 
because you refuse to surrender your heritage.

But if you live in Paraguay then,
this night they will indeed come and
kill, burn, rape, torture and imprison
while stealing your land under guise of
legislated corporate rights and resumption.


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The Pain – Prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting Prosery (144 words) with an invitation to respond to a line from a poem ‘Notes On Uvalde’ from Girl Du Jour. To read that full poem follow the link below. The line offered is “These are the things they don’t tell us”

dVerse Poets – Prosery – How Many More Will It Take?

Photo: http://www.gettyimages.com (found on Bing) High school students in the US protesting gun violence.

“This is the ultimate weakness of violence: It multiplies evil and violence in the world. It doesn’t solve any problems.” Martin Luther King Jr

The Pain

I grew up torn by love, when the world was bruised by war and violence I was in pain, and I still am. When people are marginalised, hated and discriminated against I hurt too. Sometimes my anger boils in frustration. Why? Why can’t women determine their bodies? Who decides someones sexuality? Why Poverty? Why war? Why guns? Grief can be overwhelming even when it is vicarious. But we’re all in it together, it affects all.

The real pain of it all is the pain that comes from love, compassion and empathy. The alternative is to stoop into that gutter I am calling out. There is a cost to positive, non-violent action, to standing with the underdog, to protest, to speak out. Sometimes the cost is loneliness, sometimes it is wrangling with the impotence to effect change. These are the things they don’t tell us.

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The Cost Of Leaving – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“If you don’t control your mind, someone else will.” John Allston

The Cost Of Leaving

The cost of leaving the defined mundane reality,
that entrapment of manufactured truth comfort,
taking time to see how anaesthetised we are,
noticing how we are so easily formed in a bubble.

That entrapment of manufactured truth comfort
with out willing surrender to the thought police,
noticing how we are so easily formed in a bubble,
the discovery that there is life beyond the machine.

With our willing surrender to the thought police,
we join the herd of sameness, lowing compliance,
the discovery that there is life beyond the machine
is an emancipation, a spark of hope in the darkness.

We join the herd of sameness, lowing compliance,
taking time to see how anaesthetised we are,
is an emancipation, a spark of hope in the darkness,
the cost of leaving the defined mundane reality.


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Beware Toxic Positivity – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image: found at borgenmagazine.com

“The many sorrows of our recent history suggest that we humans have a learning disability.” Carl Sagan

Beware Toxic Positivity

I was thinking about extinction
and finding the whole problematic
is lost to us while ever we play with
life as an idea, a thought, a concept,
we dizzy in speculation as with deckchairs,
better to argue infinitum than engage with
the reality that looms before us,
our denial is obvious in our choices,
amusing ourselves to death in a world of 
ostriches with ideas of abstract fantasies,
real hope lies in action.


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Freedom Is A Crime – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. it is your spirit, or it is nowhere.” Ursula K. Le Guin

Freedom Is A Crime

The reign of soft comfortable terror,
the reign of necessity is upon us,
everything defined by power is suddenly sacred,
democracy is consuming itself in a frenzy of 
suicide, all freedom is referenced to protecting
money, but never ours, only that which is taken 
from us because what is given was never actually
given in the first place.

Our institutions are proverbial frogs boiling,
they have duped us in their complicit duplicity
with the vanities of politics, so much is  now
don't, everything must be authorised, you shouldn't
behave that way, everyone must conform in order 
to perform life, the sheep bleat, but woe betide they 
should bark; to challenge, to dissent, is to know that 
paradox, ever old, that freedom is a crime.


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