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
“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. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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The Cost Of Leaving – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
“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 All Rights Reserved ®
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How Long? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
“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. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Once Again – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
“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? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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When We Stand – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
“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. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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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
“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. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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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
“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 All rights Reserved ®
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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
“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 All Rights Reserved ®
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Happy New Year
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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