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June 26, 2020 · 2:33 pm

Other Voices – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Bjorn at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night with an invitation to post a poem of our choice. dVerse Poets

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“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

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June 24, 2020 · 3:36 pm

This Drowning Life – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

De at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about or around mermaids. dVerse Poetics

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“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

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June 19, 2020 · 2:09 pm

This Moment – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Frank at dVerse is hosting Meet The Bar and has invited us to write a poem in the vogue of ‘imagism’ (e.g. Pound, Williams and etc.). dVerse Poets

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“Our world is at the crossroads.” LL COOL J

This Moment

This moment is the moment,
and nothing of surprise,
to be in this space,
this place we dread,
its tensioned uncertainty,
this moment of burdens
unreleased and pressing
on conscience everywhere,
this moment of crossroads
an eon chancing change
after many trials,
this moment in my eye is
a twinkling of goodness,
the moment of all moments,
is this moment now.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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June 17, 2020 · 1:08 pm

The Sheer Exhaustion – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Anmol at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about Pride – LGBQTI. dVerse Poets

Photo: http://www.noircity.com Still from the series Babylon Berlin set during the heady days of the Weimar Republic, showing Severija Janusauskaite playing the cabaret artist Svetlana Sorokina. The series acknowledges the tension of the hedonism bewteen the wars, but also that the Republic acknowledged equality between men and women and sought to diminish traditional gendered roles.

“I feel like my body is in a waiting room.” Aimee Herman

The Sheer Exhaustion

The sheer exhaustion of externalities
enshrined in binary kitsch,
a black and white vaudeville,
pastiche of indoctrination,
a schema for knowing precisely 
where to park your genitals
and how to deport them,
cover them, name them
as if they were you,
betraying the fluid heart
and a free mind,
erasing true self,
denying the verb to be
in favour of determination
and benchmarked judgements
of approval.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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June 16, 2020 · 2:16 pm

The Many One – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Mish at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) using the word drum. dVerse Poets

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“You can’t make a mistake when you improvise.” Patti Smith

The Many One

The steady predictable rhythm,
rat, tat, tat, tat,
of that single snare drum
unleashed our 
arhythmical froward,
we went into the street,
with pans, tins and bins
and we beat a revolution,
ba-dum, dum, tat, boom,
one tune, many beats
the difference of one.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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June 12, 2020 · 12:35 pm

To Breathe – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: George Floyd – New York Times

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

Grace at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night where we post a poem of our own choice. My choice has been influenced by the poems Grace posted as a reflection on the protests and Floyd’s death. So, I’m reblogging an earlier OLN poem about George Floyd that I wrote in the moment of grief having watched the video of his murder. Still can’t get it out of my mind, can’t erase the anger I feel of the injustice to him, and sadly, for so many. 

"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,
he 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

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June 9, 2020 · 3:37 pm

Two Hearts – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

Merril at dVerse has invited us to write a piece of prose using the words “We go in different directions down the imperturbable street.” by Gwendolyn Brooks.

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“How weird it was to drive streets I knew so well. What a different perspective”  





Two Hearts





Should we go in different directions down the imperturbable street we might discover a confusion of serenity that, in fact, all is not what it seems. In my view all is chaotic fulmination, voices ringing off concrete, the air thick and potent with energy, only to be swallowed in the humous of bordered gardens as dusk ensues, waiting for dawn. In your view, all is serene and in its place, a stillness and a quiet resolve of patient ferment pervading the air. It just happens to be that we are going the same way, though in very different directions down the same street. Somewhere in the parallel journey we find the middle line without looking. There’re no surrendering views, just two trapeze artists in a shakedown in the kingdom known as middle road. Life is richer that way. Two hearts are better than eyes.





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		June 2, 2020 · 3:23 pm	


	
Into The Heart – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
	

		

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Linda at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) using the word slip.  





dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Slip





"Pit race against race, religion against religion, 
prejudice against prejudice. Divide and conquer! 
We must no let that happen here."  Eleanor Roosevelt

Into The Heart

All the world's an ideology
a race of humans never won,
we wear a mask of society,
eschew our common-unity,
too much in our ego self,
too little for the common good,
let's slip into something
more comfortable,
let's slip into the heart.

©Paul Vincent Cannon







			

	
	

		
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		May 29, 2020 · 4:54 pm	


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

		

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





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“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!





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		May 27, 2020 · 4:15 pm	


	
There Was A Room – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
	

		
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Make Me Some Room


Laura at dVerse has invited us to write about a room or rooms in whatever manner.


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“I am not absent-minded.  It is the presence of mind that makes me unaware of everything else.”  G.K. Chesterton


There Was A Room


Once,

I had memories of an outside world

that I never left, but never lived

since the solace of solitude

there was another place,

my room within a room,

I vaguely remember,

was it large or small,

attic or other?

To know is never important

whether the room was in me

or I in the room,

there was a room.


©Paul Vincent Cannon


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