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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
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“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.
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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 ®️
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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
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Currently Away
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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