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To Tilt The World – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: backyardbuddies.org.au. which also appeared in February for a different poem- a Burrowing Frog

“Politics is the most corrupt profession on earth, no matter where you are.” Charles Dance

To Tilt The World

The burrowing frog must not be sliced.
I resume weeding my contemplative space,
conscious of worms, skinks, silver eyes, beetles,
in the special corner of my garden
where my conscience is raw, open,
and yet there is a man in the Kremlin, 
the palace, the senate, the curia,
someone some place who I 
would not think twice to slice
had I the the chance to tilt the world,
correcting the pH
of the glug that stifles
every breath
of peace 
in me.


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For Maxima Acuna – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

2016 Goldman Environmental Prize winner for Peru, Máxima Acuña (Photo: Goldman Environmental Prize)

“This isn’t a cause of fear for me – it’s not a motive for us to stop fighting, to stop defending.” Maxima Acuna(when asked if she was worried given Berta Caceres’ assassination)

Maxima Acuna is a wife, mother, farmer, weaver, environmental activist who has had her home destroyed (twice), has been beaten unconscious with her daughter, has been physically beaten with her husband, and has had false charges laid against her. I really admire her tenacity, strength, and sense of justice in the face of pure evil in both protecting her way of life, her rights and the environment.

There is a short video worth seeing at – https://youtu.be/Gz8eZx8V4Uo

For Maxima Acuna

In the Northern Highlands of Peru the
diminutive Maxima and husband Jaime
bought a farm in the Tragadero Grande,
they built a simple earth shack to raise a 
family, and they respectfully subsist and
produce while caring for the land
but came the miners with engineers, 
security, even local police to raise their 
home to the ground for a mining company,
some time later they returned to beat her
and her daughter unconscious and despite 
the recorded evidence no appeal to the 
courts would be heard, instead Acuna was 
blamed and false charges stuck against her,
resulting in an eviction order with huge fines,
until outside voices raised the alarm,
but the dismissal of the false charges has
not lessened the threat and abuse, beatings,
and intimidation of Maxima the farmer, the
weaver, the maker, the land and water carer,
who refuses to surrender the land and life
in her care.


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Vicarious Fakery – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Ingrid is hosting Open Link Night, when we choose our own poem for posting.

dVerse Poets – OLN

Image by Sammy-Sander from Pixabay

“A hero is someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself.” Joseph Campbell

Vicarious Fakery

Those movies,
patriarchal propaganda,
offering dominance as power,
the pretty mistress as icing,
a tasty treat rescued by a man,
who is, of course, impervious to 
multiple wounds that would 
hospitalise most of us and
whose guns seem to have 
exponential magazines that
never run out, leaving the 
audience pumped full of the 
weird sense that they too are
immortal heroes ready to 
rescue and fix our version
of the world.


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Berta Caceres – a poem by

Photo: from de ONU Medio Ambiente, the UN programme for the environment.

Note: Berta Caceres was an environmentalist in Honduras who was assassinated in 2016 for her successful work in protecting the Gualcarque River, among other projects and human rights activism. Her murder was initially covered up, but in 2021 the architect of her murder was sentenced to 22 years in prison, but the murderers are still at large. needless to say, these murderers are allegedly a product of the infamous Fort Benning and the former programme of the School of the Americas, which in my understanding is code for training thugs and right wing militants (think Chile, Bolivia, Argentina, Brazil, Peru, Panama ….). Berta was 44 years old and leaves four children and a husband, but also a great legacy of what can be achieved even under threat of death – she knew she was on a list.

“They are afraid of us because we are not afraid of them.” Berta Caceres

Berta Caceres

To say this is my home
is to say that I have a place,
somewhere to take sanctuary
from the pressures of the world,
a door to close against the dark hearts
who do not want me to me to have
this place or my voice, which speaks
loudly for my people, for our rivers
and trees, our homes, for the right to say 
no to those who have no understanding of
our needs, our ways, our culture, but tonight,
although I do not know that it will be tonight,
you will read that they came to silence my voice,
I am not afraid of them, shooting me will not 
silence me, my voice will continue to speak

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What Do You Really Want? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about peer pressure (something that affects adults as much as teens)

dVerse Poets – Poetics – When It Comes To Peer Pressure

Photo: found at cracked.com

“Yield to all and you will soon have nothing to yield.” Aesop

What Do You Really Want?

They love your work,
you spoke so powerfully
and with such passion,
they want to talk to you about
coming on to the committee,
it could lead to greater things,
take time to think about it; which
we both know is not true, time will
become a loud ticking bomb.
Just imagine, he goes on, the 
public profile, imagine the job
offers, you'd be great at this,
and we need you (now comes 
the truth). Rep. X chairs this 
one, he's going places too,
how's that? And, O, what's 
her name, the one you like,
she's on it too. They pay for
everything, the food, think 
about it, what do you say?
I remember he said take time,
and there it is, the pressure
bomb. I'll let you know tomorrow,
which we both know that means
no, but I can't come right out
and just say it, I'm weighing the 
worn track in my mind that wants
to, used to always, say yes, but
the wreckage of so many of these
ego trips lie in my wake and sucked
the life out of me.


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Sweet Dreams – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: from viacampesina.org “Protracted fight against all injustices.” Protestors in Paraguay drawing attention to the loss of land and human rights in the face of mining and forestry businesses.

“Disadvantages faced by indigenous peoples are related to dispossession and exacerbated by powerlessness and poverty.” Roberto Mukaro Borrero

Sweet Dreams

There is no edict for you to leave your
home tonight as armed militias glare
at you with trembling trigger fingers,
while benign police stand back shrugging.

No one is bulldozing the graves of your
loved ones or setting fire to community 
facilities in order to persuade you to leave
the place where you have set down roots,
generations of love and friendship and work.

No one is turning your land in to agribusiness 
at the cost of community, even life,
you are not losing your freedom tonight,
or your basic rights, even your dignity
remains in tact despite corrupt politicians.

No one is making laws to target you as an
enemy of the state because you refuse to 
surrender your home and land from which 
you sustain life and no one despises you 
because you refuse to surrender your heritage.

But if you live in Paraguay then,
this night they will indeed come and
kill, burn, rape, torture and imprison
while stealing your land under guise of
legislated corporate rights and resumption.


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How Is Your Path? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: a familiar path for me, the River Walk along the Hardy Inlet, Augusta.

“So at the end of this day, we give thanks for being betrothed to the unknown.” John O’Donohue

How Is Your Path?

How is your path,
are you creating a path or
are you simply following one?
Do you know where it goes or 
are you content to wander and see, 
allowing your curiosity to draw your 
attention to corners, deviations, 
the mysteries of the way?

Is there any hurry or are you content
to wait and ponder, rest and recollect,
allowing feeling to speak to you?
Do you you know how to go along
your way accepting the joy and the 
sorrow in unequal portions that is 
the journey we are invited to take?
How is your path?


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Blown Away – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found at familyhandyman.com

“The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.” Joan Didion

Blown Away

Today I noticed the wind which
came whipping at my door and
pushing against my windows,
I saw it sway the trees and throw
waves against the sand,
I want to be enveloped in that wind,
to be pushed and thrown to new
places and experiences like
autumn leaves lifted from a path,
taken beyond to the unexpected.


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I’m Done With Labels – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse guest host Anna is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to write a poem around an aphorism.

dVerse Poets – MTB – Fall Seven Times, Stand Up Eight

Photo: from lovethispic.com

“When you judge another , you do not define them you define yourself.” Wayne Dyer

I'm Done With Labels 

I love the fluidity of life,
everyday and erasure of lines,
the blending of black and white,
an end of claustrophobic totality,
accepting the flow that makes life,
rejoicing in corners, crags and creeks,
following forks of divergence,
watching the herd thunder past,
I'm done with labels and postures,
I'e always thought it best not to judge,
live and let live I always say.


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The Hypothetical – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: from http://www.designerdaily.com ‘The Knotted Gun’ Turtle Bay, New York.

“Guns are like thermometers, only instead of measuring body temperatures they measure our fear.” Jean Zimmerman

I found the video footage of Lauren Boebert in relation to gun rights disturbing. The Republican Party seems to be populated by such people and views which is also disturbing. Fear seems to rule elements of America.

The Hypothetical

If Jesus had an AR-15 he'd turn it into wine,
bullets he would make as loaves and fish
a banquet for all and sundry no less,
when Peter drew his sword that night Jesus 
made him withdraw then healed the injured man,
when Judas robbed the common purse and 
sold Jesus out, Jesus went 360 and forgave
him every time, there's nothing like forgiveness
to disarm a triggered mind, while on the other hand, 
there's nothing like illogic to fuel a deep divide.


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