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Currently Away

Photo: Wildflowers in fully bloom for September in Western Australia.

I am currently away travelling the Australian Bush and in and out of net coverage, I’m eight days in and ten to go, so I’ll see all of you lovely readers soon when I return.

Regards, Paul

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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

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“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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The Cost Of Leaving – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“If you don’t control your mind, someone else will.” John Allston

The Cost Of Leaving

The cost of leaving the defined mundane reality,
that entrapment of manufactured truth comfort,
taking time to see how anaesthetised we are,
noticing how we are so easily formed in a bubble.

That entrapment of manufactured truth comfort
with out willing surrender to the thought police,
noticing how we are so easily formed in a bubble,
the discovery that there is life beyond the machine.

With our willing surrender to the thought police,
we join the herd of sameness, lowing compliance,
the discovery that there is life beyond the machine
is an emancipation, a spark of hope in the darkness.

We join the herd of sameness, lowing compliance,
taking time to see how anaesthetised we are,
is an emancipation, a spark of hope in the darkness,
the cost of leaving the defined mundane reality.


Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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How Long? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: https://www.abc.net.au/news/2022-03-22/ukraine-russia-war-live-blog-zelenskyy-putin-kyiv-mariupol/100927906 Ukraine invaded by Russia – Mariupol suffers heavy shelling.

“Evil thrives on apathy and cannot exist without it.” Hannah Arendt

How Long?

I felt it coming from my depths,
a murmuration of emotions
rising like leviathan from the roiling sea
of frustration, pacing the bounds of
disgust, wanting to act, not knowing 
how, stooping to the gutter of evil
thoughts, naming the perpetrators 
as if they were alone, singular, in 
their vile behaviour, ignoring the
complicity of humanity in all that 
we do as blame feels weightless,
an expiation of our own powerlessness,
an acknowledgment of the thuggery 
before us, which ever remains as 
I remain, waiting for something,
anything, to happen which might
be an end of this war.


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Once Again – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Russians fire on Ukraine TV tower oneindia.com

“War is what happens when language fails.” Margaret Atwood

Once Again

Once again, noble Hector is at the 
ruthless mercy of determined 
Achilles, who needs no blood,
but who seeks glory in a former life,
an expiation of his own sins at the 
cost of a bloody goad, a sacrifice
of decency on the altar of mammon,
and remains un-avowed , a fading
demigod of ruin, what good the sword
when honour is sharper? 


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When We Stand – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: from the hindustantimes.com Result of Russian bombing of Kharkiv.

“What a dishonour to just bend down and obey fate.” Lesya Ukrainka

When We stand

What is a moment, 
when is a journey,
how do we step through shadows
in the long night of winter's approach,
cradled in short views of chance and
change, rattled by a murderous chill
that encroaches the edges of my
dreams in little hints of insanity,
carried by a darkness of heart.
What is a moment,
when is a journey?
The journey begins in the moment
when we seek an end to oppression.


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The Dogs – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace is hosting Poetry Forms with an invitation to write a ‘Sparrowlet’ which is an invented form by Kathrine Sparrow (a variation of a Swap Quatrain). For details of how to write a Sparrowlet follow the link below. In brief a Sparrowlet is written –

Stanzaic, any number of sixains.
Sylabic, iambic tetrameter.
Rhymed (BbabaA)
L1 and L6 of each stanza are written in two hemistichs or half lines.
The two halves of L1 are inverted to form L6.

dVerse Poets – Poetry Forms – Sparrowlet

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“Something about the howling of a wolf took a man right out of his here and now and left him in a dark forest of mind ….” George RR Martin

The Dogs

The dogs adrift, outside this night
bring vivid dreams of a howl in fright,
my nerves are frayed my mood is rift,
unsettled in this dark seeking light,
my survival now just grift as
outside this night, the dogs adrift.

Visions of bite, so fill my mind
my science of old is a bind,
and yet I stand and here I fight
resisting all the fear of kind,
holding on and not taking flight,
so fill my mind, visions of bite.


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Grickle Grackle – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Bjorn is hosting Meet the Bar with an invitation to Narrative Nonsense

dVerse Poets – Meeting The Bar – Narrative Nonsense

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“From a small seed a mighty trunk may grow.” Aeschylus

Grickle Grackle

Grickle grackle mawn
spreads glow across hills,
all bark and tweet until the
coming of the mungled breath 
of Boreas does break the 
spines of groves, and darks 
the valleys so with the 
pickle packle puddles of
thin hope, shreds of life
crackle and push of green
arrives through the sponge
of this munged quaggle.


Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Dereliction Of The Unthinking Herd – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Poetics – Exploring the realm of French literature … with an invitation to write in the style of a Rimas Dissolutas (Dissolute Rhyme) or write about French ideals or culture. for more detail click the link below.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Rimas Dissolutas

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“There is a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can’t take part, you can’t even passively take part ….” Mario Savio

Dereliction Of The Unthinking Herd

The world right now is a dangerous place,
though the danger is not what you'd think,
it's not in adventures and risking as such,
more dereliction of the unthinking herd.

To ask a question with a serious face
is a risk far greater than a poisoned drink,
even worse than a kick in the crutch,
never stand in the way of a crowd absurd.

Government proles spout facts without trace,
while angled cameras show a discernible wink,
as they gather the trusting in a gleeful clutch,
so well inured by their clever, smirking word.

Thinking aloud comes at a cost without grace,
ever the loud who would swallow you in a blink,
frightened of your unboxed thoughts too much,
they rally at your every thought with curd.


Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Happy New Year

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Best wishes to everyone for 2022.

To everyone who has followed and to all who have read and liked my work – a very big thank you for taking the time and valuing the poems – it has been very much appreciated.

Kind regards, Paul

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