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And So I Begin – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Punam is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about resolutions, offering a choice of five lines to that effect.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Resolving to Resolve

The line I chose is – When you add something to the cupboard of life, subtract something.

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“All I do know is that as we age the weight of our unsorted baggage becomes …. much heavier with each passing year.”

Bruce Springsteen

And So I Begin

I finally cleaned out the spare room cupboard,
filling some boxes I'd kept for a purpose,
One I labelled "things undecided'
which overflowed,
the next was for items to keep 
which became two boxes,
naturally there was one for the op shop
which seemed to have more room in it
than when I began,
things went in 
and promptly came out again.

Of course, you can imagine
this all took some time,
and while I was merrily sorting
a mood of melancholy took hold of me,
unrelated items before me triggered
memories of people and places,
missed opportunities,
words spoken and unspoken,
wrong turns,
jangled relationships,
seems that my cupboard of life is full,
and a wisdom suggests that
when you add something to the 
cupboard of life,
subtract something,
and so I begin,
without resolution,
to sort the weight of my life.


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My Heart Is True – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Frank is hosting Haibun with an invitation to write about heart.

dVerse Poets – Haibun – Heart

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“The heart has its reasons which reason knows not.” Blaise Pascal

My Heart Is True

My quartet, sometimes pumping major, sometimes minor chords, of deep, deep feeling, be they ecstatic or other, less so. To be moved is to know joy and pain, even simultaneously. To be lifted is to know the bounds of passions flavours. Moments like these I feel in my temples, my chest, my breath or lack of it for want of air.

My quartet, all four chambers, never suspended, never diminished, though often augmented with all kinds of bargained feelings of love, forgiveness, joy, pain, fear. It all wells and heaves in my body needing time to be discerned before any sense of consolation or desolation can be determined towards a course of action, if at all. I am uncertain as to who conducts who, but I am certain my heart is true.

My heart is beating
like the wings of a love bird
flying close to you



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Bastardry – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image: robodebt.royalcommission.gov.au

Note: this poem is a result of my blood boiling over from years of federal govt inaction (Until the recent change of govt and the implementation of the Royal commission) over unjust and unfair treatment of welfare recipients. Robo debt is an online process of debt recovery by a govt dept from welfare recipients deemed to be overpaid or who are not entitled to payments. The process used an averaging system. It might seem to be a storm in a tea cup until you realise that this process was prosecuted fully against the most vulnerable people in Australia and that the averaging was a false process, it took one off payments or fluctuations in income as regular and averaged that as annual income and calculated a debt on that basis. So that a welfare recipient who might have claimed unemployment or part time employment under the threshold and welfare to top up, who declared a cash job of $80.00 was deemed as earning $2, 000.00 and should repay that amount against their welfare received. This meant that the Dept. viewed this as either infringing reporting, falsely declaring, or at the very least owing the govt. The debt didn’t exist but no one in the previous government was bothered. The Commission is in full flow and a picture is emerging of error and misdirection, which has deeply affected people’s lives. The findings will evolve to recommendations for govt to take action, and the way will become clear for those affected to take legal action. Little joy for those whose family members took their lives in response to overwhelming pressure and loss of hope, and those whose mental health was wrecked.

Govt and debt is a slippery slope – the full federal court ruled in 1984 that the dept – Centrelink, bore the onus to prove debt and not the recipient.

“The reason that robo-debt is an issue for law and lawyers is a simple one. It is because the debts do not exist in law.” Professor of Law Terry Carney AO in the Legal Studies Journal 1.8.19

Bastardry 

How does $80.00 become $2, 000?
That's really good interest, 
magic you might say,
where can I get that?
But no, this is not your bank or 
your retirement fund director calling
with this fantastic news.

The question revolves around that
iniquitous and devious method called
income averaging for welfare recipients,
a smoothing (sic) in some parlance,
an online compliance process,
targets must be met, 
the budget must swell.

As a result,
if you did earn $80.00 once off
it was imagined by
the government no less
in a sweet Uriah Heep glaze,
that you were in fact earning weekly,
at least fortnightly, over a year of
your pain encrusted desperate life.

It didn't matter that you weren't in fact earning,
this nightmare held you in its drenched talons
as guilty until proven guilty,
the travesty,
priest as judge and executioner,
no redemption,
no voice,
no hope,
just an endless suicide.



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The Tenuous Nature Of Knowing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.” Oscar Wilde

The Tenuous Nature Of Knowing

Fragments of dreams scattered like confetti
through the brown paper parcels of my life,
strands of meaning needing to be sifted
carefully as flour through a fine sieve.

Through the brown paper parcels of my life
come the instalments of almost understanding,
carefully as flour through a fine sieve,
the making of knowing as episodes.

Come the instalments of almost understanding,
epiphanies of the vast distant shore,
the making of knowing as episodes,
a record of the unconscious to share.

Epiphanies of the vast distant shore,
strands of meaning needing to be sifted,
a record of the unconscious to share,
fragments of dreams scattered like confetti.



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Now To Sing A New Song – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Maruf_Rahman at pixabay.com Flood in Bangladesh

“With considerable justice, Bangladesh’s leading climate scientist says that ‘These migrants should have the right to move to the countries from which all these greenhouses are coming.'” Noam Chomsky

Now To Sing A New Song

Walking ever so softly across life
listening to the voices of trees
asking us to live for all things,
these are important questions
interwoven,
predicate, 
subject,
object,
action,
follows a pattern,
ends with dilated hesitations,
why should I inhabit more than necessary,
consuming my neighbours?
I weep for the anthropic scene,
time to change our view of 
recalcitrant history,
never to repeat,
now to sing a new song.


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All In A Second – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

“Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd.” Voltaire

All In A Second

Doubt, 
that husk building woodworm
who creeps carefully under my
glittering self-sureness,
taking its time,
waiting for the right moment 
to slot into my thought train,
leaving me in a gently unsettled
anaesthesia, disoriented, and 
without a map, all in second,
until the winds of reasoned
calm push aside the shadows
letting the sun in once again.


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To Be Grand – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Celtic burial items from the site at Hochdorf. Kreis Ludwigsburg. at scilogs.spektrum.de

“To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent that is the triumph over old age.” Thomas Bailey Aldrich

To Be Grand

Will I be buried
with the symbols of my life -
golden shoes, anointed with rich mead
and scattered jewels;

will they prepare my altar and
sweep my grave removing all the 
joss dust I might have accumulated?

Will they set fire to my bones so that 
I might find the glory of that which 
comes after life and list me among
all the souls?

Will they celebrate my ways of 
stumbled parenting?

I hope they toast the grandness
of my second round.


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The Thin Thread – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sarah is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about grandmothers.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Grandmothers

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“And when we said goodbye to one grandmother we said goodbye to them all.” Sherman J. Alexie

The Thin Thread

We carry the past with us in little parcels of love or feelings,
mostly in unconscious acts;

mine is to always gather people,
a reaction to the distances that have turned my life,

my mother's mother is how she was told into my story,
that she died sometime after VE Day and her long
struggle with MS;

and so we never met except in my mother's potted stories,
no wonder that I love a mystery.

My father's mother filled a room both in size and manner
she was a formidable presence barking orders,

laughing, always kind, always gathering her brood
around her sagging laden table of love.

We waved her goodbye for over 15, 000 kms
and the rest of her short life.

I have a child's image of her,
A thin, frayed thread of connection to which I cling.




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Those Moments – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about ice, or one of its word forms.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

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“Dread is a sympathetic antipathy and an antipathetic sympathy.” Soren Kierkegaard

Those Moments

There are moments forever
in my throat where my heart resides,
moments touched by conversations
eavesdropped from my past,
a knife,
felt a fist,
the phone call,
that crash,
he'll be alright
the ambulance is here,
chills run and
my spine turns to ice.


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The Eyes Have It – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“I’m convinced we all are voyeurs.” David Lynch


The Eyes Have It 

The eyes see
but the heart and mind battle interpretations,
setting agendas
making perceptions;
on any one day something, anything
might repeat never to be received the same,
always a turmoil of filters and contexts,
what once might be sublime
at a turn in time might just be ordinary,
after all, objectified life is still subjective
like when a glimpse of intimate longing occurs -
is it so simple and mundane, innocent,
a nothing
an invitation to memory,
perhaps a reminder (to buy some roses)?
The eye sees,
the mind remembers,
the heart plays its hand as it will.


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