Category Archives: Quadrille

She So – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Word of the Day – Chic

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“One is never over-dressed or under-dressed with a little black dress.”  Karl Lagerfeld

She So

Just like a Lincoln rose bud breaking open
she drew the eye to her certain beauty,
no mere hanger for clothes
everything that adorned her
became a crowning glory,
naked she was breathtaking,
dressed she became beauty,
a synchronicity of chic.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Jack – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

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“Careful what you tell yourself, especially if you’re stubborn.”  Nitya Prakesh

Jack

Jack was a handful
at eighty,
goes sideways a lot
his feet don’t lift the same,
Rosie called appointment time
but old Jack’s mind
played a fifties reel,
he always pushed it late,
Rosie knew that like concrete
Jack was set in his ways.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Smiling Through – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Smile

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“Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.”  Thich Nhat Hanh

Smiling Through

You’d had a day like a worn shoe
all downtrodden with face askew,
all frowned up not wanting to go,
and I was liberty
with you in my arms,
whispering our secret words
which curved your lips
and gleamed your eyes
as rising sun.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Lived – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

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“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”  Douglas Adams

Lived

I have a memory
of something of a start
collected in the eras
of my many beginnings,
of a long gestated spark
that torched a path,
and, as I look back
I see the embers glowing,
though time is
now extinguishing
my lived meaning.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Forever – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Waiting

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“For a while” is a phrase whose length can’t be measured. At least by the person who’s waiting.”   Haruki Murakami

 

Forever

She recalled and awareness of the past
which also became the present,
a horological antechamber
of present moments,
never departed, never arrived at,
but always the injunction of elders,
well intended, yet impossible,
the delicate even delicious
moment of knowing that
waiting is forever.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Truth Costs (The Ballad of Richard Boyle) – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: abc.net.au. Richard Boyle, whistleblower who raised concerns about the Australian Tax Office and debt collection methods known by the archaic term garnishing. Boyle’s concerns have been shown to be grounded and yet he faces substantial jail time for alerting the nation as to a genuine problem.

 

“In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.  Czeslaw Milosz

Truth Costs (The Ballad of Richard Boyle)

You gangster of words
truthy extraordinaire
crusader of transparency
swimming in a tide of malefaction,
you called it and
told us what it was,
and they cried foul,
so embarrassed that
their little game was up,
but fro the truth
you must pay.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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That Virus – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The very design of neoliberal principles is a direct attack on democracy.”  Noam Chomsky

 

That Virus

Neoliberalism
that virus which has destroyed
all that was collective and community
has diminished the courage of politicians
and elevated the narrow-minded profiteers
who have washed in the blood of our lives
and feasted on the carcass of hope,
a despicable breed of thugs.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Resident Ghost – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: my wife’s cat – a Rag Doll called Misty.

 

“Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a purpose.”  Garrison Keillor

Resident Ghost

Shadows along the wall
imperceptibly moves the curtain
furtive, secretive gambit
of a resident ghost,
a collection of bugs,
how did they congress there?
Mat askew and a clump of hair
on my folded trousers,
under the bed
glinting eyes eerily stare,
then darkness.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Taking Leave – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

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“Always ask yourself: “What will happen if I say nothing?”  Kamand Kojouri

 

Taking Leave

Languid hangs the mist
on my sea of tranquility,
my soul becalmed so restful,
taking leave of the six p.m. paranoia,
that hurricane of disruption
lurking in the corners of the mind
nurturing thoughts
as a cuckoo inhabits another’s,
for sanity
best set aside.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Again – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Sunday – Excursion

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“Licence my roving hands, and let them go before, behind, between, above, below.” . John Donne

Again

Of nape and lips
lobes and lids,
a drift of hair,
a flex of sinew,
to draw the same breath
finding that ancient rhythm,
and hand to the rise
describing the cleft and valley
places too dally,
a mind etched,
longing invoked,
an excursion I will take again.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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