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“Let my beloved come to his garden and eat its choicest fruits.” Song of Songs
She Dreamed Magenta stretched out among the wildflowers, the sun soaked earth warming deeply, colourful perfumed senses aroused while she dreamed her secret garden only he could tend. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“I know the removal of the Colston statue will divide opinion, as the statue itself has done for many years. However it’s important to listen to those who found the statue an affront to humanity.” Marvin Rees (Mayor of Bristol)
Rising The statues of subjugation crash to the ground of the past, we're loving a new now, the beginning of future dreams, free-ranged, unwrapped, letting go Aquarius' aged darkness, rising to unison of heart, pace the whispers of worm tongues who would hold oppression lightly, but whose account is well due. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
Note: I have used pace in preposition form, expressing disagreement with worm tongues with those who support enslavement of any kind.
“A desperate disease requires a dangerous remedy.” Guy Fawkes
It's Time To Light A fire Up on the hill the light recedes as the western candle dims, wick ravaged to ill effect, too frayed to rise again with wax beyond plenish once more, there's a chill wind blowing and the age is dark, it's time to light a fire. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
Filed under Economics, environment, Free Verse, life, philosophy, poem, politics, Quadrille, quote
“If you don’t stand for something you will fall for anything.” Malcom X
Can Line in the sand confronts me, faint as it is its silence mocks me as I stand before it, there is no ferryman, no bridge of rhetoric can traverse it, only the contrite are close, but a person of integrity can easily cross. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Five Lines
“Weasel words from mollycoddles will never do when the day demands prophetic clarity from great hearts.” Theodore Roosevelt
Weasel Ways It was your delicious moment, a pause in the flow of words and, like a weasel with an egg, you sucked the life out of my words and I faded away. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
Note: A Weasel is of the genus Mustela (which includes stoats, polecats, mink, ferrets, otters, wolverines, martins etc.) one of their habits is to suck the contents of an egg leaving the shell behind. In 1900 the term Weasel Words was coined to reflect words that suck the meaning out of other words, e.g. organised chaos, some people say, experts recommend, are all weasel words.
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“A liar goes in fine clothes, a liar goes in rags, a liar is a liar, clothes or no clothes.” Unknown
Golden Lies The lights went down, the gathered hushed, curtains off to the sides, a single light on centre stage, act two was underway, shadowy background figures danced opaque dalliances, while those closer frenzied and flailed while the naked one in the spotlight regaled his fine clothes, a suit of golden lies at his feet, an unnecessary guile. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Bjorn at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night with an invitation to post a poem of our choice. dVerse Poets
“How silently the heart pivots on its hinge.” Jane Hirshfield
Other Voices
The house was not just any house,
it was of me and I of it,
intimacy was every sunken board,
chip and crack of age, and
today for the umpteenth time
the back door squeaked in
greeting at days end,
perhaps that my mind was weary,
and the torture too hard to bear,
that I took the cannister and oiled
that squeak to a silence bare,
peace reigned in all but heart,
I missed that voice,
disturber of life,
provocative spirit,
it made me think.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Filed under life, mindfulness, poem, quote
“The worst form of injustice is pretended justice.” Plato
What Is Our Revolution? The games they play, sophiticated pettiness, a reduction to a complex immaturity of monopolising greedy children, bra snapping, hair pulling, soup spitting, thuggery loosed as legislature, how, or when, why, did we do that? Perhaps more pressing, what, is our revolution? ©Paul Vincent Cannon
Filed under Free Verse, injustice, life, poem, politics, quote, Restorative Justice
De at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about or around mermaids. dVerse Poetics
“The most dangerous creature in all the seas: a mermaid.” (Hook) J.M. Barrie
This Drowning Life Mermaids are very real, not those bare breasted beauties, half fish teasers who tempt sailors to their watery grave with sung promises of seduction offering the world for one single embrace, no, real mermaids are in our midst, teasers of the hight street whose seduction is so complete, they drown us in our own desires. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
Filed under Free Verse, life, Mythology, poem, quote
VJs Weekly Challenge – Decisions
“The risk of a wrong decision is preferable to the terror of indecision.” Maimonides
To Dare That next step, what might it mean, an ontological rift or that the shadows have shifted? How ironic, of course they're shifting anyway, why the hesitation? The tension of change is all around you, overtaking you, now is the time, to dare to move. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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