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The Devil Has A Clipboard – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon




“The corruption of every government begins nearly always with that of principles.”  Charles  de Montesquieu

The Devil Has A Clipboard

The devil has a clipboard,
keeping score.
The devil has regulations,
no longer shy,
not hiding in the detail
but living out in derision
and smug bastardry,
feeding on discomfort,
enjoying the powerlessness
of the confusion of
disavowed expectations
and the endless minutiae of
plausible impossibility
carefully tucked inside
shifting goalposts,
ever making promises and
snatching the joy away
just as the sweet and tender
seek to reach and trust.
The devil has a laptop,
keeping track,
seeking entrapment,
preying along the fault-lines
of desire and hope.
The devil has a home
inside your ballot box.
The Devil means well.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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It dies Before It Is Born – poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Satisfying




“There will never be complete satisfaction in this life, satisfaction is an illusion …”  Amit Kalantri

It Dies Before it is born

What might we agree that is truly satisfying?
this definition of perpetual waiting
for the next moment or event in time,
what is satisfying is only in the moment
here now, gone tomorrow,
and, when the moment comes,
it dies before it is born,
and yet we go on seeking,
sometimes missing life
in hot pursuit of this
elusive experience.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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As Love Awakens – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Friday – Decorated

“The henna on her hand, smells of his love.”  Lonely Bear


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As Love Awakens

To waken
where she’s always wakened,
just once more, before
her beloved enfolds her in his world,
the smells and sensation of this
moment will last long into memory,
the henna carrying more than its sum,
a cipher for waiting and longing
and pointing to a tear
that rends the heart, just as
it promises adventure,
soon the paste will dry,
it will fade and blur,
but not her love, her love
decorates her heart,
her love will shine
as she awakens.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Helpless – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon





“stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts for  ever.”  Mineko Iwasaki



And you,
will you too take what is not yours
and steal away that which was mine,
and only mine to give,
rendering my giving impotent
and my rights void,
to assume my place
and take my breath as yours
the very pulse of my life
taken for granted,
your laughter echoing in
the chill of my mind,
and the applause of onlookers
so satisfied as
I lay helpless to prevent you.


©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Covert – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Spy



“I wait with silent passion for one gesture, one glance from you.”  Rumi



I can feel you watching and
if I turn around I know I’ll catch you
pretending not to but we never
say a word to spoil this endless
covert game we lovers play.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Truth Costs (The Ballad of Richard Boyle) – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: Richard Boyle, whistleblower who raised concerns about the Australian Tax Office and debt collection methods known by the archaic term garnishing. Boyle’s concerns have been shown to be grounded and yet he faces substantial jail time for alerting the nation as to a genuine problem.


“In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.  Czeslaw Milosz

Truth Costs (The Ballad of Richard Boyle)

You gangster of words
truthy extraordinaire
crusader of transparency
swimming in a tide of malefaction,
you called it and
told us what it was,
and they cried foul,
so embarrassed that
their little game was up,
but fro the truth
you must pay.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Unnoticed – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night




“Until they become conscious, they will never rebel.”  George Orwell ‘1984’



the watchers watch,
even of themselves they dutifully report,
but no one watches the watchers
while they are watching you
not watching,
benignly trusting
so unaware of the surrender
made without flag or treaty
folding so easily it went unnoticed,
and nothing seems different at all,
unless, of course,
you dare to have an opinion.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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All Gone Now – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Recovery


Photo: Niagara Dam near Kookynie, an oasis in a dry land. Kookynie once boasted a permanent population of 3,500 people at the height of the gold rush, and double that with transients coming and going. From 1895 to 1910 it was a bustling town, when the first world war began (1914), and then later when the gold price dropped (1923), the population declined, and from the 1960s it completely diminished, and today it is listed as a ghost town with ten people.


“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts …”  Rachel Carson ‘Silent Spring’


All Gone Now

Swarms covered this fragile land
as gold fevered a crowd,
and in the middle of nowhere
somewhere sprang up
from zero to thousands,
a mayor with parades,
schools and shops,
all gone now ‘cept the dust,
the train now a ghost,
the crowd has thinned,
just a couple remain
and of course, as always,
the pub with a tourist or two,
those halcyon days
will never return
though the land recovers itself.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Good Friends – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Purifying The Mind


Photo: The breakaway at Jindalee, so still and quiet.


“Since all is empty, all is possible.”  Nāgārjuna

Good Friends

I was a younger man then
when I wrestled the kraken of nemesism
and made friends with silence and stillness,
almost by accident it seemed
leaning on the strainer post
looking out across the paddock
at the sunset painting itself,
and everything melted
just fell away,
leaving me light of heart,
ever since
my friends have stayed the course
in various guises,
and wherever I am they are there
a welcome balm
for my cosmogyral mind.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Whose Vulgarity? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Vulgar – Word of the Day


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I worry that we are becoming our parents.



Whose Vulgarity?

The older woman hissed
as the younger strutted past
her thong riding high
boyfriend clearly a plumber
and a gynaecologist,
piercings an insult
tattoos an injury to the eye,
and, O the language,
she muttered to herself:
clearly slutty
bet she’s on the game,
on drugs,
on welfare
laughing at us,
right then
I turned and replied;
O mum your judgmentalism is
so utterly vulgar.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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