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If you wanted an example of nonsense … here’s a pile 🙂
Shadowy mawk of an open crypt
you dust-tongued wizened husk I smell
skulking, grave-groping, gurgling mass
of a griddle slack squawk eternal,
a mere muffle-toed peep
or sad gingered scrape,
such a hare-heeled fluvial flunk
ever to creep horror loathed
mickle-hearted or
sulphur scrack.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, Nonsense, poem, Quadrille
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He was the consummate performer,
tongue so adept his
words filled her void
taking her to
dizzying heights
where the feeling lingered
and the sighs were long,
she moaned and
along the carriage
faces stared,
it wasn’t her stop
but her performance
was over.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, Quadrille, relationship, romance, Sex
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The rugged sandstone fell in chunks
fragmenting in the river below
a millennia past,
and though nothing happened for a time,
or so it seemed,
the stone surrendered to the water
who loved the stone
to an external beauty
that belied its inner strength.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under challenge, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, nature, poem, Quadrille
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He is anyone and everywhere
he is hunched
and tapping
machine-gun conversations
of putrescence
volatile, explosive,
deliberately abusive
his anger grins at the screen
while testosterone flywheels energise
but his cause is not the point,
merely to rile
is to win
this game.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, life, poem, Quadrille
Photo found at desertedplaces.blogspot.com – An abandoned building complex in Taiwan.
One leaf led to another
conquering brick and board,
game of thorns
crowned with victory
one vine to rule them all,
as one jungle gave way to another
concrete was dressed in green,
where the Axminster once lay
nature came gently through my door.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Rus-in-urbe is a Latin term for rural or country in the city or urban scape.
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Filed under Free Verse, life, nature, poem, Quadrille
Spike – dVerse Poets Quadrille 75
Photo: healthwealthhappiness.com.au Himalayan Spikenard
Solomon
threw wisdom out the window
just for a moment
as he lay with the woman from Shulem
who came to him in the night
naked, spiced,
sweet to taste,
whose garden,
that holy of holies,
was pure spikenard
fragrance of invitation
to explore.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Note: This poem references Song of Songs variously known as The Canticle, Canticle of Solomon, Song of Solomon, etc. which is part of the Jewish canon (from the scrolls of the Tanakh). The Song of Songs (holy of holies) is a poetic tribute to erotic love focussing on Solomon and an unnamed woman from Shulem. Solomon names her physical parts and she reciprocates, poetically, spikenard being the penultimate aroma of the vagina, or as Solomon says, her channel, or, her garden.
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She carefully put the mouthpiece
to her lips
and blew gently
her warm breath filling the barrel,
while her fingers pressed lower down
to raise a deep note
circulating the air
so that the blackwood swelled
giving a higher note
the instrument now ready.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, music, poem, Quadrille
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Try as it might
the rain couldn’t dampen our fever,
we were gone
so drunk on passion,
the rivulets an outward sign
of the cascade within
and, casting reason to the wind,
what began as civil
became unbridled pleasure
as we devoured each other.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, Quadrille, relationship, romance
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Today I gave my attention to a leaf
an early sign
as the gums let go their weight
before the rains of autumn,
nature is always wondering about me,
making sure I know,
giving me signs,
leading me to deeper thoughts
and heartfelt wholeness.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, Gardening, life, mindfulness, nature, poem, Quadrille
Sip – dVerse Poets – Quadrille 74
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To sip or not is a question
of consumption or
of contemplation,
to savour,
to swirl,
to inhale,
to dance with liquid
on my palette
an imbibers meditation
a seduction with velvet soul,
I want my days to be sipped
not just consumed.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, Quadrille
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A toxic zephyr, a beautiful catastrophe.
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Just about words
A toxic zephyr, a beautiful catastrophe.
Creative Writing
Private rantings of a poor soul!
Welcome to Beans, Pen & Nirja, stay connected 💞
लिखावट में कोई बनावट नही है, सिर्फ भावनायें है कोई सजावट नही है
Detailing my adventures as I travel the world
By Sandra Js Photography - Make the rest of your life the best of your life.
Books-Random thoughts-Creative writings
A Hotelier By Trade and A Traveler At Heart
Thoughts and experiences penned down
Wanda Sanders Poems
Author of Young Adult Fantasy
I write because I read. I read because I write.
Life from a Different Perspective
Life is a broadway musical and everyday is a song. These are mine manifested as poetry.
Writing to Help Others Overcome Darkness
Get in the best shape of your body
