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Dear Leaders – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Grace at dVerse is hosting Meeting the Bar, and the theme we are invited to write about is Protest. dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar – Protest Poetry

Photo: ocjndaily.com Ocean City, New Jersey, a protest in response to the murder of George Floyd.

“There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.” Elie Wiesel

Dear Leaders

There is no life in you,
you who are nothing more
than a husk blowing in the 
winds of rebellion,
I see your guns and gas
uniformed in fear of decency as
you sneer at the sensitivities of
ordinary people concerned for
some semblance of democracy
midst the pious, honeyed corruption
you pedal to steal the dreams of
our children as you piss in our waters
and foul our fields with your 
poisonous rhetoric so religiously
flavoured as to make God vomit,
while you continue to kill your 
own as if blood stains down your
highways is some note of triumph
for the totems you bend to in your 
spineless dereliction of humanity.
You can kill my body but you will
never kill my enduring spirit that
is me, we, together naming your
legacy of fetid lies and murder,
and we will make a road of integrity
to pass right over you without 
memorial or reward save for some
flowers to mark the hollow graves
that you are.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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So Sly – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – How It All Started

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“What you seek is seeking you.” Rumi

So Sly

Who conspired,
the water or the stars,
not withstanding wise camels
or knucklebones cast,
even lusted lustre could be closer
to my beaded sweated hankering
after your voluptuary offered,
so sly with a wink of your hips
just visible in your eyes
is how it all started so breathless,
unravelling in our unfathomed,
restless entwining.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Unlocking the Light – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Lillian at dVerse is hosting Poetics and has invited us to view four pieces of Catrin Welz-Stein’s art work as a visual stimulus to writing either an ekphrastic poem, or other poetic response. dVerse Poets – Poetics

Art: ©Catrin Welz-Stein generously provided for dVerse Poetics via Lillian.

“Beautiful moons make for special nights.” Verna Clay

Unlocking The Light

Moon smiled and said,
in a voice that floated,
if you truly love me you'll
find the welcome swallow
who holds the key to my
cosmic desire and fly to me
that I may unlock the light
dispelling shadow darkly
deep, that is yours,
and mine.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Offer – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

De at dVerse is hosting and it’s time to write a quadrille (44 words) and De has invited us to use some form of the word sky.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Sky

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“The moon always finds an opportunity to turn our attention from the ground beneath our feet to the sky above our head.” Mehmet Murat Ildan

Offer

Moon poised gracefully
in the night sky demure
behind her veil of clouds,
glow as smile never borrowed,
beauty spots alluring,
O to brush her cheek with
more than a sigh of longing,
to rise on tip-toe and offer
the love lighting my eyes.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Waiting – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Hardy Inlet looking up to the mouth of the Blackwood River, Augusta.

“Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.” Carl Jung

Waiting

I no longer seek myself as I did
in those familiar places of
tired satisfaction and now
wholly abandoned to an
indifference to the 
paths and patterns that 
brought me to this once
hallowed mask of imagined
meaning made in endless
passionate clinging to the 
squawking of gulls,
until I floated off into a 
spaciousness that knows no
bounds, an inner sanctum
of patient waiting.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Moonish – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: doityourself.com

“The sun watches what I do, but the moon knows all my secrets.” J.M. Wonderland

Moonish

Even when she was full
moon was moonish subtle,
her gestures wafting like
jasmine on a summer's eve
that stirs the heart to glow
as lover's light unveiled,
sung on by a chorus of
lesser glimmers of night,
that curved a smile on her
lips as she pretended not 
to see me in the shadows.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Mind The Gap – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: borgenmagazine.com. A scene from India, but could be from many countries.

“An imbalance between rich and poor is the oldest and most fatal ailment of all republics.” Plutarch

Mind The Gap

Herald of bad tidings,
grimy sloth, slippery 
grease slime money bag
of hypocrisy and venality
belonging to that 
self-impregnating
cabalistic horde who sold
their souls while like dogs
in heat for the lusted
promise of one more 
crooked dollar to feverishly 
snatch from the hope of
lives devalued, being left
to deconstruct their love
in abject, lonely missery
as if they were deserving
of a punishment so severe
for the crime of being born.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Of Threads – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image: tomorrowstarted.com

“Breathe and let be.” Jon Cabat-Zinn

Of Threads

The point at which the
moment disappeared
is lost to me,
all that lingers is the feeling
of threads slipping, loosing, 
releasing me into a floating
drift in a space between
where I stretched out across
the sky so lightly that the stars
passed through me as
intangible procession,
and as the last thread unwound
I found myself beyond myself, 
I found myself true.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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At My Drifting Edge – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Jack Gilbert, pinterest.com.au

“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.” Emily Dickinson

At My Drifting Edge

How to desribe the bigness of life
with the impatient failings of words
that judge and hem us in
making meaning so small,
skirting round the yeasty feltness
of things that desire to rise and grow,
life is big, love is bigger, an encompass
of the wholeness of we,
but I found at my drifting edge
of view a simple grey feather,
a dovely gift of no decimal value
that in its dullness shone
with promises of hope,
that all the coin of the world
could never be given receipt.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Amantes del la Luna – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

Host Merril at dVerse has invited us to consider a line from a Mary Oliver poem for a prose piece (144 words). dVerse Poets – Prosery – Moonbeams and Moon Dreams

I have been writing about Moon for some time so this landed in a week of moon thoughts.

The line is: “In their dreams they sleep with the moon.” from Mary Oliver ‘Death at Wind River’

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“Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly.” Khaled Hosseini

Amantes de la Luna (Lovers of the Moon)

Moon disrobed the darkness, her eyes lighting everyone who ventured to the edge of night. She was an illumine of all that is love in that sacred moment as she touched the tide of rising feeling by the shore of desire that ached with her beauty. The young men are too distracted to notice, they foolishly chase after lesser stars, mere reflections of momentary excitement lost in the ripples of time. But Moon doesn’t mind, the tides come and go in a gentle rhythm, and they will soon enough take notice of her. Besides, she has plenty of lovers. The older men adore her and sigh at her memory, holding her close in their hearts. Through wax and wane they remember the tender intimacies of her soft glow and her warm grace, and in their dreams they sleep with Moon as once they did.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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