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July 11, 2019 · 3:28 pm

Where I Am – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Solitude/Solitary – RDP Thursday

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Photo: One of my favourite places, Jindalee, a true solitude as with many places in the centre.

“The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.”  Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Where I Am

Can I really bear myself
in silent quarters close,
to shut the door of every noise
allowing my mind to freely wander
and not count the cost of clocks
or the doings of productive minds,
to surrender instead to a
productive nothing,
can I trust the silence that
brings me to myself,
can I be with me,
just me,
for wherever I am,
there solitude waits.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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July 10, 2019 · 4:15 pm

Emancipation Blues – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Jolly – Word of the Day

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Image: fineartamerica.com

 

“The two enemies of the people are criminals and government …”  Thomas Jefferson

 

Emancipation Blues

Of privateers, corsairs, and buccaneers,
tales of derring-do,
no justice here,
self-serving thievery
a life of plunder and pillage
under the skull and thigh bones,
their fate by the winds
was wealth,
or, execution,
nowadays a fine
with spent conviction,
that’s how democracy goes.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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July 9, 2019 · 3:19 pm

Those Fertile Lies – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Nightly – Word of the Day

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Image: a cartoon by the much loved cartoonist Michael Leunig!

Those Fertile Lies

If your vegetable garden languishes
and manure brings no results,
just give them a little evening news
and there’ll be bumper crops,
all those fertile lies,
rich fantasies,
faux concern
and invented anxieties
with smiling invitations
to more episodes of the same,
a soap-opera of nitrogenous value,
stay tuned for another
exciting excrement,
Oh, wait, there’s breaking wind,
every night,
even the mushrooms gave us
shade last summer.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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July 8, 2019 · 2:09 pm

Folded Resistance – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Language – VJs Weekly Challenge

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Folded Resistance

The folded resistance of your arms
speaks a volume loud enough for
my eyes to hear,
a clear signal of
your fullness,
there is no room for
my confection of words that
in yesterday’s moods
were understood,
floating so lightly
now leaden,
grasping,
sinking.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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July 7, 2019 · 1:25 pm

Life-Giver – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: Elachbutting Rock, one of Western Australia’s waved rocks, and typically showing the effect of water and air on the minerals in the rock. The rocks are crucial to flora and fauna, filtering and directing, and holding water. The indigenous relied on them as a source of water, and most of the granite and sandstone outcrops form part of the extensive Song Lines.

 

Life-Giver

In a dry wilderness land
where wind whips sand
and helios mercilessly
desiccates all life,
you form and poise
almost reaching that peak,
yet never crashing to foam
holding the space as
serpentine life-giver
oasis of hope
sentinel of Eden
in this dry ocean.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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July 6, 2019 · 2:52 pm

Pulling Together – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Sick – RDP Saturday

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Pulling Together

The sails heaved and strained in
a great wind for sailing,
the masts bending
as the ship rolled and pitched,
block and tackle groaning,
yards creaking under pressure,
salty spittle feathering our faces
flavouring our way,
while derisive gulls
taunted our progress,
some of the crew took to the sides
disgorging their innards,
well, some days are like that
on HMS Life,
even when all is plain sailing
there are still things that can
really make you sick,
what helped us make it through
was all pulling together.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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July 5, 2019 · 12:53 pm

Waiting – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Fireworks

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Image: provided by Patricia’s Place

 

Waiting

Jack walked the streets at three
until a resounding boom of wheels in ruts
would send him marching ramrod home,
on fireworks night he would take cover
waiting for the shells to rain down.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: I observed “Jack” many times but never got to know him, in one week he never got to the shops because the trucks would sound explosive when they hit a rut or drain cover and he would stop, stand to attention, wheel about, and march home again. Shell shock/PTSD had wrecked him.

Paul, pvcann.com

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July 2, 2019 · 2:41 pm

Dignity Reclaimed – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Reclaim – VJs Weekly Challenge

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Photo: Bunbury Wetlands, some kind soul had waded into the shallows to extract this shopping trolley which was rusting and missing some of its sides. Every year when the water level drops the Friends of the wetlands go in and remove the rubbish dumped there.

 

 

Dignity Reclaimed

As summer wore on
the lake became brazen
shedding her cloak,
naked,
desperate,
revealing her blemishes and scars
symbols of modern decline,
cans, bags, and a shopping trolley,
a cage of slavery now enslaved
encrusted and rusted,
yet easily excised,
and the lake,
her dignity reclaimed
by winter’s refreshing rains.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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July 1, 2019 · 3:38 pm

The Smithy – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Sputter – RDP Monday

 

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Photo: thestar.com

The Smithy

The fizz and sputter of the raked coals,
brazier aglow
and the glisten of sweat as he
worked the bellows
and rained down successive blows,
hammering like thunder
such new creations
as metal yielded like
a sacrifice on the anvil
as if forged in the very heat
of the beginning of time,
the warmth of the fire
filling the air with ash
and all the smells of
grit and iron,
this place of force and might
is yet an intricate design
of all that could be.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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June 30, 2019 · 11:06 am

Four Sheets – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Sheets – RDP – Sunday

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Photo: found on ra.pinterest.com

 

Four Sheets

As dusk settled
we set sail again
the winds were pushing hard,
we turned and turned
three sheets a broadside,
and how we rolled about
in the dark murky deep,
each time coming
back from the brink,
shouting and grappling
we clung for life
as waves crashed all around us,
then, as dawn approached,
we reached beyond
a sweat upon our brow,
we were four sheets on love
our longing now consumed.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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