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You Really Shouldn’t -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Voices

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You Really Shouldn’t

Nurturing the pain and stealing
jealous moments I cruise the depths
of my darkness, but you just laughed
and you really shouldn’t have because
the voices in my head don’t like that.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Part Of Me – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

What Do You See?

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Part Of Me

Once
I took a step
a risk, and
I felt pain,
here I’m safe,
you see part of me
but not the whole
I’m keeping some of me
for me,
and, when I’m ready,
perhaps I’ll share some more
of who I really am.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Where All Is Gift – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Dream – RDP Prompt

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Where All Is Gift

Behind my eyes lie other worlds,
deep in my unconscious,
and, though never quite the same,
there are many familiars,
alongside such wonderment,
where shadow meets soul,
scape upon scape,
in conversations of colours,
sounds and places.
A sojourn without end
where all is gift.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Sweet Pain – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Kinky – Word of the Day

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Photo: partiescostume.com  Cat Woman 🙂

It’s hard to imagine kinky or deviant nowadays compared to previous generations. So much of what was kinky even twenty years ago, is more in the mainstream, or least rarely raises an eyebrow, leaving less in the niche.

 

Sweet Pain

Swish,
sweee,
thwack.
Swish,
sweee,
thwack.
Ah, the sweetest sting
of nine tails and,
not a tear,
just a tingle down my spine.
Sweet pain,
a heavenly hell,
that’s my addiction,
swish,
sweee,
thwack.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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Unattended Things – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Oblivion – Word of the Day

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Photo: unsplash.com  The forgotten item – the root meaning of oblivion is to forget.

 

Unattended Things

All those years ago,
throughout the nights,
I harboured you beneath my bed,
though the covers kept me safe from
your glinty eyes and sulphurous breath.
And, though I feared your teeth might
take my legs as I’d leave my
doona castle,
one day I took my sword,
and slew you.
Or, so I thought, for
as the years have passed
I have sensed your resurrection,
now you dwell in my interior castle,
midst my shadow self,
with all those unattended things,
that have teeth enough to
take me whole,
should I forget you.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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That Old Self-talk – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Soliloquy – Word of the Day

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That Old Self-talk

I’m harder on myself than you are,
yet your judgement somehow wounds me more –
how can you possibly say that?
I say to myself.
And you say what I have been avoiding.
Yet I think I make sense of myself,
and I measure your integrity by that,
which means,
I measure myself by your commitment to me.
Whoever said this was objective?
So don’t make me laugh,
tis but a game,
a self deceit,
of looking for love, for self,
in all the wrong places,
and the damage we do to ourselves,
by talking,
but not listening.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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Who Speaks? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Castigation – Word of the Day

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Who Speaks?

When it’s wrong it’s wrong,
but it’s never wrong when we say it is,
as soon as the words are spoken
their foolishness becomes apparent.
Who?
Who might cast the first subjective stone?
You see,
an immaculate deception
colonises the mind of a wounded ego,
to create the perfect world,
in our own image.
Well trained horses don’t bridle,
so, ergo,
go we,
to offer silence
as our only rebuke,
of the fractures in our mind
we’d dare project
as a fantasy of singular truth.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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Dressing The Ego – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Dress Up – 5 Lines

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Dressing The Ego

As children we clomped around in hobnail boots,
and adopted oversize clothes with abandon.
Now we adopt different garb with an air of caution,
dressing up our fragile egos.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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Corner Girl

Taciturn – Word of the Day

Hyacinth Bucket, the quintessential snob and taciturn type – from “Keeping Up Appearances”

 

Corner Girl

I saw you over in the corner,
away from the hum of the parlour debate
where opinion passed as fact,
your anxiety hidden by a cool poise
that some thought was an air of snobbery,
your stance aloof.
But I knew you wanted to run away,
to hide,
avoiding the ignoble prattle
of the wine glass heroes
that violated every sense.
You wanted to find a safe space,
that included all you hold dear,
and fill it with creative visions of joy.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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Escape

Monochromatic – Your Daily Word

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Escape

The screen was black and white though
eventually it faded to grey,
a sea of obsequious sorrow,
that vision of the ministry of love.
And, in my child’s mind,
I wanted to break out.
I deviated,
rebelled,
seeking to escape the doldrums
of melancholic existence and
predictable furrows.
Such frowns would imprison me,
but for the adventure of divergent colour,
thrumming wildly in my heart.

©Paul Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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