Tag Archives: Free Verse

Words – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night


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“Everyone has their own ways of expression. I believe we all have a lot to say, but finding ways to say it more than half the battle.”  Criss Jami



Words can be thin and easily folded,
neatly taken, put away,
never taking up much room,
always about to lead off
but never actually getting started,
an economy of scale for
benign conversations,
and sometimes words are
so swollen, so full
that I cannot fit them
into the narrow space between us.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com


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A Foreigner – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Word of the Day – Foreigner


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“This society eliminates geographical distance only to produce a new internal separation.”  Guy Debord


A Foreigner

I wandered the streets for a while
soaking up the juice like bread,
I searched for a language,
looking for sounds of hope,
but all the energy was darkness
a cloud of hate reigning,
so many assassin words
that fell into my flesh,
feeling my bones,
I hastened home
a foreigner.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.


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No Cares To Hold – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – What Day Is It Anyway?

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about a day.


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“Time deals gently only with those who take it gently.”  Anatole France

No Cares To Hold

The sepia tones seep past
blurred, sleep filled eyes
blocking momentarily any
signs of what might be,
a gentle lace of fine joy
leaks through my window and
I rise so lightly through my fog
as comes the dawn of my recognition,
there was no warning,
I felt no urgency,
life in the slow,
this is our day,
we take the whole,
this is Monday,
no cares to hold,
they have flown away.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com


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Usurped – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Word of the Day – Devil


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“Too many of us now tend to worship self indulgence and corruption.”  Jimmy Carter



The devil took the high ground
and kicked Christ to the kerb,
the saloon bar erupted,
nothing like this before,
the incarnation kid was
clearly out of sorts,
stumbling like a drunkard through
the wide berth of the crowd,
he fell upon the ropes
as the whistle called time out
his coach could see the problem,
confusion clouded eyes
usurped by strange love,
that bit of love your neighbour
was spun to love yourself.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com


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Because – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Whisper


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“There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect.”  G.K. Chesterton


Down he went for there was a road
and roads must be wandered
no matter the cost,
because roads whisper
so many things of love and life,
not least the mystery of other,
the inexplicable unnamed love,
that gaze of sun and moon,
and to contend with every
bend and slope and not
be curbed in any way,
just to listen in himself,
to embody the resonance of
every breath the road
would give in wisdom.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com


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Every Time – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Sunday – Masterpiece


Photo: from hyperactivz.com and the story “Forty Years Ago This Man Planted A
Tree That Created Amazing Opportunities For His Island” by Lauren Fazackarly –  The Story of Jadav Payeng who began planting trees at sixteen and is still going.

Please note: this is only one story, there are several stories from all over the world of people doing similar feats to greater or lesser extent.


“Society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they will never sit in.”  Greek Proverb

Every Time

He settled in the dust of his soul,
the sun beating down and
mocking his every effort
drawing his moisture to his brow,
and yet every day he rose and
without fail, made his way
to his field of dreams
that barren canvas of life’s struggles,
of course, without knowing,
passers-by smiled their condescension,
to them he was an eccentric farmer,
while in his own mind he was an
investment banker, and adventurer, a rebel,
and every time he planted a tree he knew
he was painting a masterpiece
whose abstract nature only he could explain.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com


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Fullness – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Saturday – Spring


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“I want to do to you what spring does with cherry trees.”  Pablo Neruda



The beautiful blossom was in its fullness
and the buds were lush and ripe,
swollen with colour so strong,
stems supple with every flex,
the birds and the bees came
to be tantalised by that sweet nectar,
so rich a honey overflowing, it ached,
she looked up as he turned,
he smiled her personification of spring.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com


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Shadowland – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Destiny


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“That which we do not bring to consciousness appears in our lives as fate.”  Carl Jung


His inner demons held him in fear and mistrust,
but he dressed them as acceptable monsters
all hidden in the light, but they made their own
spectacular way to the surface of his unaware life
becoming his cruel and real destiny.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com


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Word End – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Regulars


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“Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for kindness.”  Seneca.


Word End

There was a camera crew,
celebrities of minor distinction,
someone pushing a microphone,
all the while hangers-on milled about,
but when the moment came for
words to be beaten into action,
the curious and the beautiful
faded quietly away into the distance,
leaving only the regulars
to do what needed to be done.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com


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I Swam Through Rooms – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Dream


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“Dreams are illustrations …. from the book your soul is writing about you.”  Marsha Norman

I Swam Through Rooms

At some point
when time slipped into time
and lost itself,
I joined in and found my way,
it jumbled in my eyes,
so fast, so slow,
and back again,
a chain,
a heron,
boats and trains
all upside down
as winged beast hovered overhead
mysterious doors and coloured lights
glowed all around,
and I swam through rooms,
dived through windows,
such a rollercoaster ride,
till mystery entered,
a shadowy figure
inviting me to follow.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com




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