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They say that love is blind
and, that being said,
though our hearts have seen inside,
I must now, like a blind man,
take in the braille of your beauty.
And, as our lips speak pleasure,
an entree of delight,
there’s a tremble of anticipation,
as our hands take soft paths
to places over the moon.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
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Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, poetry
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It took a while, a circuit or three,
but I discovered that silence is not the silence I thought it was,
for silence speaks a language of other,
a knowing not knowing that speaks for itself,
arriving and arriving and arriving.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
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Filed under Five Lines, Free Verse, meditation, poem, poetry
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Carbon sucker punch
with chemical balm,
the bees are bummed,
dropping dead down.
It’s not just the honey,
there’ll be no fruit,
nature’s little cupid is caput,
the bee-eaters are thinning,
a global emergency is upon us now.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
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Filed under Free Verse, nature, poem, poetry, Quadrille, Uncategorized
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The character of Joffrey, is for me, a perfect example of conceit, among other unfavourable descriptions, a thoroughly unlikeable character, full of himself and his privilege. But of course, fictional characters are constructs of people in the real world.
Your comments are pure selfies,
complete self-reference is your modus,
no rose-tinted for you,
your opinion is ated,
with views on everything,
you speak for others
before they speak for themselves,
uncanny how you do that.
You speak for the world,
because, well, you just know.
But we all know,
you speak a special language,
you speak fluent manure!
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
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Filed under Free Verse, life, poem
Squash or racquetball, depending where you live, is, in my view, a skilful ricochet or rebound game. If you look closely, you will see a trajectory line showing an impending shot.
Confused, I looked around,
I swear I saw a reflection,
I craned and there you were,
left of field.
You flashed a smile,
it ricochetted every chamber,
my heart aflutter.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
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Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, poetry, Uncategorized
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Your hand hovers over the keys,
to abuse, or not to abuse,
a momentary question,
lost in the lust for gratification,
a gas-lighter’s delight
mayhem and pain,
sowing the seeds of doubt
like a hot knife
to the heart of the unsuspecting.
But I have discovered your weakness,
I hold my silence to your hand.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, poem, poetry
See also:Stellar
As I left the pub,
brimful of expectancy
I looked up, and,
as I sometimes do,
I nodded in deference to the stars,
a toast to the sentient beings beyond my ken.
And I reached up and grabbed a handful of mystery
so sparkly, light, and effervescent.
And it occurred to me,
that there’s nothing better in all the world,
than a pocket full of stars for my true love.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels, authors of the Communist Manifesto, published circa February 1848, and which sparked many political and economic debates, and not just a few revolutions.
It was that kind of day,
when I could finally speak paradox,
between the corner store
and the park.
It was there I heard
the suit encased optimist’s manifesto,
from the podium,
“yadayadayadayadayadayadayada”
with only a momentary pause.
The man behind me asked,
“Can you splain that mate?”
And, I said, “Sure, it goes like this;
lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies,
but it came out as,
paradise, free bread, equality,
love and peace.”
Then the woman in front said,
“You know, we already have all these things,
they’re a manifesto of your heart.”
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, poem, poetry, politics
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