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Those days,
when it all comes crashing down,
and logic whispers …
but the roar of misery is greater,
and though friends call round,
the pain lingers and,
though the tent of joy is rent wide,
the seamstress you need most,
is self-understanding,
cum amore.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, Quadrille
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There was a beginning, of course,
when our lips and fingers spoke a mythic language,
in an age when time stood still between us,
or so it seemed.
We chartered erogeneity
to its apex,
and rode waves of joy,
as if we were riding a demon bull,
for all our lives depending on it,
only to rest in each other,
just for the briefest moment
until we recommence that conversation,
from the very beginning,
once again.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, love, poem
Buzz Lightyear might have said about the outback, “To infinity and beyond.” It certainly stretches out on the Great Central Road. This photo – on the way to Warakurna.
Perhaps love can be likened to an outback road
that stretches out endlessly,
beckoning discovery and adventure,
where nothing is fixed,
where bends and rises amplify curiosity,
and horizons become goals,
some never reached,
but always dreamed,
always held,
as the road leads ever on.
Perhaps love, like and outback road,
is endless, beckoning,
dreamed,
and held.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under bush walking, Country, Free Verse, love, poem
“A fish and a bird may indeed fall in love, but where shall they live.” Elizabeth Gilbert ‘Committed, A Skeptic Makes Peace With Marriage’
Love is a many complexed thing,
a tangled exploration
of feelings on a threshold privately held,
and to speak it would be to unravel the
mystery unspeakable,
the conundrum of aching, longing,
a certain uncertainty,
shades between black and white,
that hold me fast.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, Quadrille, relationship
Photo: thebridalbox.com
Sometimes I know what you’re thinking,
then I wonder that I’m hearing what you’re saying,
I wonder too what you’re not saying,
or if you’d say anything at all in this moment,
but I do know this,
we’re agreed at our center of love.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, Quadrille, relationship
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I’m not sure what possessed me,
well, no, that’s not really true,
you did as you passed by,
and I reached out to take your hand,
strangers though we were.
I wanted to reach out to you,
you smiled like the morning sun,
unfazed by my brazen move,
and I lost myself in your welcoming eyes,
then after coffee,
I lost myself completely
in your ruby lips.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, romance
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The corset of your beauty is laced so tight
I can hardly breathe,
I avert my eyes, once, twice, that I might draw breath,
Yes, your eyes, your lips, your everything are
but nothing like the beauty which shines from within you.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Five Lines, Free Verse, love
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To pummel your skin,
with resounding rhythm,
pa pat rat tat, pa pat rat tat, pa pat rat tat,
thrumming, thrumming, drumming, drumming,
as we go marching on.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Five Lines, Free Verse, life, love, music
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Grace is many things when all considered,
followers of the Nazarene say it’s God’s forgiveness,
others will say it is the poise of a ballet dancer,
while others say it is the flight of pelicans,
truth be told, it is the middle name of the one I live with.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
Filed under dance, Five Lines, Free Verse, love, poem
Bluff Knoll. It began as a rivulet then turned to a trickle, and following the showers, a running creek.
That sultry night,
dancing slow,
I felt your heart speaking,
as I traced the line of your neck
to your lips,
while in the small of your back
a bead was speaking of your passion,
and just for a moment,
I felt you shudder.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, Quadrille
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Welcome to my personal blog site. I see myself as a free thinker, life explorer, and wisdom collector. Some of my favorite subjects are psychology, philosophy, relationships, society, reading, writing, technology, and lifestyle.
Climate Change
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Writing, blogging, journaling
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