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“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
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, Quadrille, quote, relationship
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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
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
Paul, pvcann.com
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“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).
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
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, poem, quote
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“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
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
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, Indigenous, life, poem, quote, war
Stillness – VJs Weekly Challenge #32
Photo: looking out over the breakaway at Jindalee, such a peaceful place to camp.
“I have often wondered whether especially those days when we are forced to remain idle are not precisely the days spent in the most profound activity.” Rainer Maria Rilke
The nothingness of stillness
is the something of me
that is wellness gifted inside,
a sublime irony,
where less is more,
and fuel for the rigours of day.
A day without still
is a faustian madness,
that sucks all the life out of me,
but to sit in the bush,
or the quiet of somewhere,
profoundly restores me to me,
and it helps me to topsy
as I turvey this world.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under bush walking, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, quote
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“The only one youer than you is you” Dr. Seuss
That we’re different is plain to see,
just look in the mirror,
one species,
so many faces to put to it,
like snow flakes,
not one the same.
We’re all differently abled,
gifted in so many ways,
just needing to unlock,
what is uniquely ours.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under creativity, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, Quadrille, quote
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“She was indeed a girl of exquisite beauty …” Patrick Suskind
What fool would compare thee?
Who could be found so prepossessing?
Such a ravishing beauty to behold,
and yet, what is truly exquisite
is the humility that radiates from within.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Five Lines, Free Verse, love, poem, quote, relationship
Photo: the top of Bluff Knoll, it had been on my bucket list for decades, and with Jon, made it to the top in 2016, an accomplishment relished.
It looked like this for 80% of the climb, a hard slog.
“Because a thing seems difficult for you, do not think it impossible for anyone to accomplish.” Marcus Aurelius
Would you always have it easy street,
or would you face the slough and slope
as opportunity?
Crags as character,
crevasse as challenge,
boulders as mirror to true the Self,
where anger becomes a fading rhetoric,
and tears release without remorse,
with confidence at twenty-twenty.
To place the pitons of trust,
as you negotiate, transversely,
the rugged terrain of relationships,
sometimes forsaken,
sometimes embraced,
while fear merely companions,
urging you on to greater feats,
if you would but grasp the rope,
to finally reach the top,
and see the scope of the venture,
knowing that the accomplishment
is worth everything,
but that it is never a solitary
achievement.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, mindfulness, Mountaineering, poem, quote, self-development
Breathtaking – Word of the Day
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“Those mornings when we kiss and surrender for an hour before we say a single word.” David Levithan, ‘The Lover’s Dictionary’
I stood on the precipice of your beauty,
swooning,
dizzied,
effervescent.
Decompression syndrome,
if only I could breathe.
But I am transcendent,
outside my body,
beside my self,
such rapture.
And, in the beauty of your heart words,
I fell.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, quote, relationship, romance
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“Thaw with her gentle persuasion is more powerful than Thor with his hammer. The one melts, the other breaks into pieces.” Henry David Thoreau
Your mind firmly folded,
heart in a frown,
tangled emotions,
restless, swirling,
brinking …
I glimpsed your soul,
deep in your eyes,
that one strand,
that loose end,
traced back to my
hearts ear,
and that universal kiss,
a listening love
that untangles,
warms,
thaws.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, Quadrille, quote, relationship
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