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We Learned To bend – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Compromise – RDP Thursday




“Love without sacrifice is like theft.” Nassim Nicholas Taleb


We learned To Bend

There is a oneness
that we found or,
perhaps, we made
of each other,
smoothing those edges
colouring the other,
what’s mine is yours
those worldly goods
some stayed and
some went,
we evolved together
and, on the shape
the colour,
the style or fad,
we learned to bend
more than a little
without breaking the
integrity that
held the core of us.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Misplaced – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

What Do You See? – Willow Poetry



Image provided.

“Theologians may quarrel, but the mystics of the world speak the same language.”  
Meister Eckhart



A medieval babel
we built the cloister as if to reach heaven,
high and lofty
grand as a statement of our
misplaced devotion,
realising too late
that there is nothing big enough to catch,
let alone contain,
that which we call God
who dwells in much humbler
less rational cathedrals.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Mono Tony – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Monotonous – Word of the Day



A grave is a rut with the ends kicked out.” Earl Nightingale

Mono Tony

He left his grey house
and took his grey life
to the grey building
where he worked in a grey office,
and stifled boredom with
the random interference of yawns,
and watching the spinning pinwheel
of death on his screen,
the only colour in his day,
as the computer mimicked his life.
He took dull reports
and dulled them down
with such exquisite precision
into a dull summary
after which he returned to
his grey house and
his grey life,
yearning for colour.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Ms Palette – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Colour – RDP Sunday



“The purest and most thoughtful minds are those which love colour the most.”  John Ruskin


Ms Palette

Some people are very grey,
while some are plain beige,
that’s who they are,
others, unfortunately,
are determinedly black or white
and entirely predictable,
some are bohemian rainbows,
free spirits,
like my girl,
colour my day.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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A Shared Space – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Sanctuary – RDP Saturday


Photo: (it seems that I am not the one who photographs our garden!)

“When you increase the number of gardens, you increase the number of heavens too.”  Mehmet Murat ildan


A Shared Space

In the garden of restoration
there is a chair,
another too,
an invitation
with table and wine,
a sharing amidst nature’s
colours and sounds,
that sweet moist air,
and the silence craved at day’s end.
A sanctuary to ponder madness
To dream our dreams,
and to divine purpose,
though not an end
of all our being.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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So Simple – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Revelation – Word of the Day


Photo: Orchid at Talgomine Reserve, winter 2018.


“Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.”  Ovid


So Simple

So simple really, that
in the delicate unfolding
of an innocent bud,
all is revealed,
all is satisfied,
all can be known,
if your gaze is kind.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Unfounded – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Admire – Word of the Day



“We’re going to have to let truth scream louder to our souls than the lies that have infected us.”  Beth Moore



What’s not to like?
But you found a
thousand imperfections,
all unfounded and,
located in your unwillingness
to believe that you are
the jewel in the crown of my heart,
of which your greatest gift,
your unconditional love,
is the truest beauty of all.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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The Indescribable Point – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Zenith – Word of the Day



Note: In astronomy terms the zenith is a location point directly above you.

“Filled with rapture his soul yearned for freedom, space, vastness.Over him the heavenly dome, full of quiet, shining stars, hung boundlessly … The silence of the earth seemed to merge with the silence of the heavens and the mystery of the earth touched the mystery of the stars.”  Fyodor Dostoevsky


The Indescribable Point

We reached for the indescribable point,
having left our anchored ordinary,
entering time without time,
and losing the rails of thought,
yet we knew a knowing,
as our bodies spoke an urgency,
to meet above ourselves,
and fall into luxurious abandon,
washed in desire.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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No Jibe Talking – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Acquiesce – Word of the Day




“The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people but the silence over that by the good people.”  Martin Luther King Jr. (with echoes of Edmund Bourke).

No Jibe Talking

The hallways offer up a lifetime of
stale urine and cigarette ash,
I don’t think the cleaner turns up,
sounds and smells
flit in and out of my consciousness,
TV coming from 16,
laughter from 20,
someone talking loudly on the phone,
34’s door is badly fractured,
I smell Cabbage.
The hall light is flickering,
its life almost over,
like some in here,
blondie from 47 is remonstrating with
a mean looking guy,
I slow as I near her door,
blondie is holding her ground,
something about money,
she gets paid tomorrow,
I hover,
then, just for fun,
I start knocking on doors,
time for a show,
mean man slows his patter,
adjusts his stance,
everyone watching,
he climbs down,
then starts to leave,
“I’ll be back if you don’t pay”
He glares,
Don’t bother mate, she says,
we’ll be here waiting for you,
we all laugh,
here, we’re all at our wits end,
but there’s no jibe for mean guys,
we stick together.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Take Flight – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Flight – RDP Sunday



“From age 6 to 12, I lived in seven different countries, moving from one refugee camp to another, hoping we would be wanted.”  Clemantine Wamariya


Take Flight

Their guns,
it is always their guns,
we have no guns of our own,
Their guns are menacing,
and their words are spite and spittle,
we are suspicion incarnate,
despised and rejected we must take flight.
We are diaspora to the world,
our minds are broken down,
our hearts are ever restless for home,
but our feet seek places of hope,
and people of peace.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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