“Honesty is a very expensive gift. Don’t expect it from cheap people.” Warren Buffet
The Very Game Crazy you say, and sensitive too, as well as insecure and jealous, overreacting you say, it was just a joke so just let it go why don't you, besides, you're just imagining these things, but I can see clearly with added acuity by your gaslight, the very game you play. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
Filed under Free Verse, injustice, life, poem, psychology, quote
Merril at dVerse has invited us to write a piece of prose using the words “We go in different directions down the imperturbable street.” by Gwendolyn Brooks.
“How weird it was to drive streets I knew so well. What a different perspective”
Two Hearts
Should we go in different directions down the imperturbable street we might discover a confusion of serenity that, in fact, all is not what it seems. In my view all is chaotic fulmination, voices ringing off concrete, the air thick and potent with energy, only to be swallowed in the humous of bordered gardens as dusk ensues, waiting for dawn. In your view, all is serene and in its place, a stillness and a quiet resolve of patient ferment pervading the air. It just happens to be that we are going the same way, though in very different directions down the same street. Somewhere in the parallel journey we find the middle line without looking. There’re no surrendering views, just two trapeze artists in a shakedown in the kingdom known as middle road. Life is richer that way. Two hearts are better than eyes.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Filed under life, love, philosophy, prose, psychology, quote
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“You can’t look back; you have to keep looking forward.” Lucy Liu
This has been a real moment,
it was always coming, though
not as you might think,
destined in some way,
though on reflection perhaps,
to examine my heart and
gather in the desert
of my soul and refresh,
to ask, was it as it should be?
The world I mean,
where the mythical beast Normal
clamours for attention,
coming to life in habits,
thriving in routines and
growing fat on drudge,
it was after midnight in the
courtyard of dreams
that I lanced that beast
and danced.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, psychology, quote
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“I am aware that I am less than some people prefer me to be, but most people are unaware that I am so much more than what they see.” Douglas Pagels
By what prism am I,
that uneven self of self,
a composite of conventional norms,
or the spaces of my daily habits,
layers of false true selves
a rare glimpse of the who
I am and am not,
never really defined, though
partially admitted nine to five,
but ever incomplete,
arriving at myself time and again,
to change would be to risk the
imperfection of the who
I am becoming.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, life, mindfulness, Philosophy/Theology, poem, psychology, quote
Photo: north of Laverton.
“Loneliness can be conquered only by those who can bear solitude.” Paul Tillich
I craved the silence
until it crashed hard against me,
leaving me breathless for more,
wanting to run from the precipice
of that dance of paradox,
wanting not wanting,
having, resisting,
taking a leap,
being caught up by those
non-existent arms,
cradled against the lonely,
held within the chaos,
safe in my uncertainty.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under bush walking, Country, Free Verse, life, nature, poem, psychology, quote
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Seeing Red
Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about the colour red.
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“If you accept the expectations of others, especially negative ones, then you will never change the outcome.” Michael Jordan
She wasn’t sure why
red had always unsettled her
in ways she couldn’t quite speak,
though she knew an answer
lurked deep within,
she put the book down
and occupied the window,
distracted, sighing,
trying to locate her feelings
which the red line had evoked,
a teacherly line,
forbidding, shaming,
a smallness crept in,
she felt it in her skin,
exposed to the world again.
A bird lighted on the sill,
now engrossed,
undone,
she left red
for another day.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, psychology, quote, self-development
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“Honour women! They entwine and weave heavenly roses in our earthly life.” Friedrich Schiller
Suppine,
arched,
short breaths,
ragged,
slowing,
dissipates,
assuaged,
and the moment passes,
though your eyes
offer playback,
you,
my drug of choice,
and as much as I might try,
you’re the habit
I can’t,
don’t want to
kick.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Country, Free Verse, life, love, poem, psychology, Published, quote, Sex
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“In the madness, you have to find calm.” Lupita Nyong’o
I was tearing at the curtains,
ribboned through my hair,
threshing on the floor
husks like dust
tearing at my flesh,
caffeine hazed
whiskey fused
spitting chips,
eyes like darts,
a shadow ninja
slicing the air,
razored veins
and narrowed eyes,
such a lie,
my face serene,
an exquisite calm
with which I held the storm.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, life, poem, psychology, quote
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Peeling
Mish at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) on the subject of peel.
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“We are all engaged in the task of peeling off the false selves, the programmed selves, the selves created by our families, our culture, our religions.” Anais Nin
Thin, worn metal strikes at flesh
seeking linear planes,
a redemption of flawed living,
smoothing the blemishes of
disappointment, the scratches
of indulgence so neatly scored,
circumcising the fibre of experience
for the juice of possibility,
sacrificial peeling to the
gods of new life.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, psychology, Quadrille, quote, self-development
Art: Quint Buchholz – ‘Giacomonde – The Moon We walk’
“We are going to the moon that is not very far. Man (sic) has so much farther to go within himself.” Anais Nin
What is a distance,
how is it measured,
in streams crossed
or in dreams?
But at least there I can
begin the journey proper
for which my body is willing,
a place where I can
take that leap of faith
into the unconscious.
I could reach the moon,
that part is so simple.
But can I reach into my
deepest self,
the hidden, denied part,
so cleverly recast
as the outer self,
a sweet deception,
a lie that must be unravelled,
the greater distance.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, psychology, quote, self-development
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Simple Food Made Delicious
Una iniciativa distinta... Evolucionando
My carer story on Alzheimers (Dementia) to help and support others going through it
Short articles to bring inspiration to people.
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Suddenly single again - this is my life, unflitered.
Traveler of mind, wanderer for life.
A place where Linda brings out thoughts and stories within
My Scribbles will make your heart dance💞
Wander and Think
Techie | Poet | Artist
I write for people willing to change their lives. Poetry, Psychology, Philosophy, Life advice, Literature, Reflections & Letters- verbose, pragmatic.
