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The Art Of Bludgeoning – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: forbes.com A seventy-five year old man was shoved to the ground, causing serious injury, the two officers have been stood down pending investigation. This must end.

RDP Friday – Protest

"We're not anti-police ... we're anti-police brutality."  Al Sharpton

The Art Of Bludgeoning 

We can't have peace,
take an oath,
take a badge,
now go,
be brave,
bludgeon that 
man,
woman,
child,
until their blood
redeems the views
of the marionette's
twisted predations,
laid bare on the 
altar of lies,
such is the denial
of protest.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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I have No Words – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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https://onewomansquest.org/2020/06/01/vjs-weekly-challenge-98- no-words/

"Racism is all over the world but justice is nowhere."  Areena Nadeem

I Have No Words

Decades of days have passed
whose shadows have lenghtened
like a pall on a coffin
in a dimly lit chapel
awaiting a prayer of light
to reveal the edifice collapsed,
the facade of politeness exposed
in every corner of a smug world,
where power is bound in abstraction,
whose currency is hatred,
whose anthems divide,
whose flags are merely shrouds
of deadly propaganda
laying waste to minds,
what has happened to humanity?
It is impossible to speak of it,
I have no words.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Glimpses – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about rain.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Rain

"Death most resembles a prophet who is without honour or a poet who is a stranger among his people."  Khalil Gibran


Glimpses

That lover of self,
a lifeless reality
where no flowers bloom,
pissed on the holy,
the book of justice his anger,
the book of love his leer,
a ruin of integrity 
disembled for all as
naked futility,
distorted fantasy
of the Jordan,
claims of Eden,
but only darkness 
speaks his voice lit with
glimpses of innocent light
in the distance of love,
O that justice would rain down.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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To Breathe (George Floyd) – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

https://dversepoets.com/2020/05/28/openlinknight267/

Grace at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night, the night we choose a poem of our own to post.

Photo: New York Times


“I Can’t Breathe” George Floyd

To Breathe

The tissue of life is delicately thin,
especially when the protectors grin,
arraigned with a knee and
pinned to the ground,
he couldn't breathe;
no judge, no jury,
they refused his cry,
the man needed air,
we was guilty, without sin,
they murdered George Floyd
with a dirty white lie and
since the moment he stopped,
I have struggled to breathe.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

I struggle with this, I wept for this man, for us, for life!

Paul, pvcann.com

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Fiction – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Meet The Bar – Final Couplet

Frank at dVerse has invited us to write a poem, but which must end with a rhyming couplet.

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“Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.”  Marcel Proust

Fiction

The fetish of nostalgia reeks
like overripe banana in
an open bin on a hot day,
vanguard of decay in this
haunt of demons
waiting to persuade me,
to humiliate proud memories
that now enter the picture
distorted by time’s passing,
exposed hubris,
a repressive fiction
needing confessional diminution,
awaiting with shreds of contrition.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Going – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: Ngaanyatjarrah, north-east of Giles weather station.

 

“All my life, following care along the dusty road, have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.”  Edna St. Vincent Millay

 

The Going

The road sat quietly on the plain
accentuating the unhiddenness of distance,
an intimacy exposed for what it is,
while trees, as ever, swept the verge
and the moon and sun cared for our steps,
but never for our direction,
just as Alice found,
it mattered nothing,
except in the going.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Truth – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poetics – Black History Month

Anmol at dVerse has invited us to write a poem focussing on Black History Month.

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“I have to make you conscious of the things you don’t see.”  James Baldwin

Truth

I saw the branches of yesterdays tree
where hemp fibres once held the
beauty of humanity as if it were
merely wrapping paper
to be discarded rather than loved,
strange how truth is pigmented
in the mind, yet colonises the heart,
so easily betraying the lies
we facade for the sake of niceties
while denying a generation.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Contemplative Action – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Action

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“A person sees in the world what they carry in their heart.”  (adapted) Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Contemplative Action

The thought before the step,
seeing with the heart
while resting the mind,
standing, walking, sitting
with feelings that arise,
resisting pathologies,
those old avenues so familiar
that flow like winter rivers,
to burst that bubble and
dispel that echo,
to know the tender deep
intangible organic love
that awaits a birthing
as gift to the world,
in step.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.

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She Said – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“When I think about you, I touch my elf.”  (Santa)

 

She Said

Chimneys are full of surprises
especially on the night before Christmas,
and when Santa finally arrived
I certainly jingled,
“Have you been a good boy?”
she asked with a twinkle,
“Yes” I carefully replied,
“Well, that’s about to change”
she said with a smile.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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