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Let Your Mind Be At Play – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

“VJs Weekly Challenge – Play


The original illustrations by E.H. Shepherd for A.A. Milne’s Winnie the Pooh and Christopher Robin. (now owned by Disney)


“Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable.”  Carl Jung

Let Your Mind Be At Play

The secret code to real life
is not the atrophy of an
over-laundered mind that
out-serious’ seriousness,
fully starched and brittle
an age-last retention challenged,
totally puckered,
no, unzipper your mind
imagine two headed dragons
and the purple gnome,
pirates and amazons,
magical places,
moonwalks and sea leagues,
zephyrs and orphic worlds,
go, scale that wall of maturity,
and run,
be free,
of even you
and let your mind be at play.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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And Not See – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP – Monday – Elusive




“In the attitude of silence the soul finds the path in a clearer light, and what is elusive and deceptive resolves itself into crystal clearness. Our life is a long and arduous quest after Truth.”  Gandhi

And Not See

I wanted to write that one thing
something from deep inside
with such clarity
nothing could elude
and incisive revelation
of my true self,
raw and whole,
beyond shame
without fear,
but the deeper I dug
the more I held close,
for even in the desire
I was unwilling to face
those depths,
which goes to show
that you can shine a light
down long dark hallways,
and not want to see.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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There Are Times – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Madness 2



“The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.”  Joseph Campbell


There Are Times

The thin thread of the real
never leaves me,
though it stretches to breaking
and there are times that I must
dissociate awhile
to live in beauty and ponder
the possibility of the good,
to live inside
while outwardly existing amidst
the clouds that presage
an ugliness of life undoing
my existential fortress,
of which I can do little
until it can pass,
it’s a struggle when your
inside is out and your
outside is in.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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It Had Wandered – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Madness




“It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed.”  Thomas Moore


It Had Wandered

If only she could paint them,
but the colours were all wrong
they were coming too fast
and speaking real slow,
collecting at her temples
and bursting in her ears
while the words on the news-stand
started flying and though
she tried, she couldn’t catch them
and put them back except that
one word, evol, which
creased her brow and
made her hide inside herself,
till I turned it around
at which she cried and laughed
and held her head and
sang a song,
even so, she didn’t trust that
word, it spoke of all the wrongs,
a wasted life and a cruel hope
just out of reach,
but there was no madness in her,
it had wandered down the street.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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

5 Lines – Voices


Image provided by Patricia’s Place via



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

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




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


Photo:  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

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,

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Unattended Things – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Oblivion – Word of the Day


Photo:  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




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

Soliloquy – Word of the Day




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




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