Category Archives: Uncategorized

Merry Christmas

Image: found at lovethispic.com

Merry Christmas to you all.

21 Comments

Filed under Uncategorized

Into The Gray – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting Prosery (144 words) with an invitation to write prose and to include the line “In the tender gray, I swim undisturbed.” from the poem ‘In Sullivan County’ by Celia Dropkin (who was born on Decmeber 5), for more details follow the link below.

dVerse Poets – Prosery – On This Day: Happy December 5 Birthday Poets

Image: wall-art.nl

“Life is about the gray areas.” Emily Giffin

Into The Gray

I’ve always been allergic to moralisms. They’re like a feeling I have when I’ve eaten something that is past its use by date. It can look good, but the eating thereof leaves much to be desired. And it’s a smorgasbord. Every group has an opinion on what is right or wrong, what is black or white. Sadly, some of it can be so destructive as they turn into rules of exclusion, leaving individuals and groups open to judgement and senseless punishment.

For me, moralisms are dualisms preventing harmony and peace, preventing open hearted compassion. they thrive on fear. I no longer seek to be right, to have that egoic power at the exclusion of connection and love. Non-harming is my way through. Listening, accepting, sometimes setting things aside. These days I’m much happier in the tender gray, I swim undisturbed in that cosmic pond.

Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon

All Rights Reserved ®️

55 Comments

Filed under Uncategorized

Navigated Wreckage – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 23 23.11.22

Prompt: write a family poem

Navigated Wreckage 

Mostly, 
the rails were true,
but when the train came off 
it was spectacular,
terror coursed our veins,
my father's hands were heavy,
and life became
navigated wreckage.


Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®️ 

7 Comments

Filed under Uncategorized

Hallowed House published on Spillwords

My poem Hallowed House has been published at Spillwords Press.

My many thanks to Dagmara and the team for accepting and publishing.

You can read the poem here on Spillwords: Hallowed House

18 Comments

Filed under Uncategorized

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

35 Comments

Filed under Uncategorized

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

Photo: found at cracked.com

“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 ®️ 

32 Comments

Filed under awareness, Free Verse, identity, life, poem, quote, Uncategorized

The Cost Of Leaving – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found on pinterest.com

“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 ®


28 Comments

Filed under awareness, Free Verse, injustice, life, Pantoum, philosophy, poem, politics, protest, quote, Uncategorized

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.


Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®

29 Comments

Filed under Free Verse, injustice, life, poem, quote, Uncategorized, war

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? 


Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®

16 Comments

Filed under Uncategorized

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.


Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®

43 Comments

Filed under Free Verse, injustice, poem, politics, quote, Uncategorized, war