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I Sigh For More – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Laura is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to write about dawn with either a poem about greeting dawn or lovers parting at dawn.

dVerse Poets – MTB – Morning Has Broken

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“The dawn of beauty always comes after night.” Sorin Cerin

I Sigh For More

Sweet dew upon your lips, your hips,
I trace your skin and brush your cheek,
my eyes are filled with all of you,
my cup is full, our love flows over and over, 
now rent by curtained slivers of dawn,
you rise and I adore then soon you are gone,
leaving me with memories, my fondest, 
the gentle calm of your breathing,
I sigh for more.


Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Forgiveness Is Never Cheap – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Laura is hosting Meeting The Bar, with an invitation to write a ten line-ten syllable per line poem. For details follow the link below.

dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar – Numbering Ten

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“There is no flag large enough to cover the shame of killing innocent people.” Howard Zinn

Forgiveness Is Never Cheap

Freedoms are easily traded
for the most usual moralities,
trinkets of aspiration long held,
easily given up for a fast gain
without any pain, just the misery
of a life time of self-loathing deceived,
in a moment of blind self-forgiveness,
but without the expiation of murder
in food lines, maternity wards, schools,
where forgiveness is never cheap or clicked.


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Shades Of Her – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Laura is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to write a sonnet (14 lines 10 syllables) with a choice of rhyming traditions, while also starting and finishing each line with the same word. The theme is shadow in honour of the Shadow Sonnet as originated by Amera M. Andersen. For more Information follow the link below.

dVerse Poets – MTB – Some Shadowy Lines

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“I would rather die of passion than of boredom.” Emile Zola

Shades Of Her

She is so lovely to behold is she
like summer warm florals and the like,
see her perfect winsome ways you'll see
psych not she holds my feelings like a psych.

Ours the bond of love tight as ever ours,
eyes hers so deep reflect so in mine eyes,
powers of glistened lips through mine powers,
flies the look between us just as time flies.

But your love questions every doubtful but,
that smile I do so love a smile like that,
shut the door that all distractions may shut
pat each other like how we love a pat.

Kiss upon kiss to that unconscious kiss,
matching strokes our shadow passions matching.


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Grickle Grackle – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Bjorn is hosting Meet the Bar with an invitation to Narrative Nonsense

dVerse Poets – Meeting The Bar – Narrative Nonsense

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“From a small seed a mighty trunk may grow.” Aeschylus

Grickle Grackle

Grickle grackle mawn
spreads glow across hills,
all bark and tweet until the
coming of the mungled breath 
of Boreas does break the 
spines of groves, and darks 
the valleys so with the 
pickle packle puddles of
thin hope, shreds of life
crackle and push of green
arrives through the sponge
of this munged quaggle.


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Never Fragments – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Laura is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to write about fragments.

dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar – Picking Up Some Pieces

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“Poetry is what he turns to these days, finding in its fragmentation the proper echo of the disintegrating world.” Lauren Groff

Never Fragments

These never days, the worst of days,
such sad songs of Narcissus from his
unrippled lily pond like all the ancients,
ever since wrapped in their complete cocoon,
knowing only their own codes of something
akin to managersim, worse than Mussolini's 
trains and, whatever you do, do not offer any 
critique of those whose brittle egos flag
when rules are flaunted like Ballerinas legs
as fading swans are wont to go, and nary
a smile raised, and if ever, only for show.


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Galleons Rising – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Bjorn is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to write a poem using the form cadralor or to write a poem about the author Abdulrazak Gurnah who won the Nobel Prize in Literature.

dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar

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“The stars, like dust, encircle me in living mists of light ….” Isaac Asimov

Galleons Rising

(1) The place of my being is so deeply wounded,
    though unrelated to what we might agree as original
    innocence of knowing, perhaps an unknowing if,
    truth be told, of all that has passed through me.

(2) What of the night darkened soul that lies behind
    my moistened eyes of longing for the white dove,
    to see the road clearly now the map has ceased,
    while clouds press inwardly to the journey.

(3) Grey winter has pleased not one of its friends,
    offering the discomfort of predictable uncertainty,
    the continuity of intermittent falling patterns
    going deep to the bones of an unframed life.

(4) The eastern shore of the lake clear yet impenetrable
    leaving the tortoise to carry its own burdens,
    those dreams of galleons rising to the stars far,
    collecting surprises along life's paradoxical way.

(5) Do you know the field of expectation's weediness,
    un-mended fences demand no sense of belonging,
    the place is riddled with interlopers of no conscience,
    time to slip away free-range, ebullient, rising.


Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Flesh Of My Flesh – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to consider the body, our body, in writing.

dVerse Poets – Meeting The Bar – The Body And Poetry

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“To be whole. To be complete. Wildness reminds us what it means to be human, what we are connected to rather than what we are separate from.” Terry Tempest

Flesh Of My flesh 

The wound I carry is not just 
for me, I feel its pain when I 
feel the earth speaking in my
flesh, when I hear the ocean's 
voice as my voice, as a child 
crying, or the wind, unconsoled,
recoiling at the violence of the 
rend that bleeds from my side,
but I just cannot unwind the
tourniquet of my addiction and
once again, I float to my heavens
as the wound remains in my 
anaesthesia of indulgence.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Subtle Shades – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Peter is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to circular and repeating forms of poetry.

dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar – Coming Full Circle

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“I like the night. Without the dark we ‘d never see the stars.” Stephanie Meyer

Subtle Shades

Time carries a vulnerability within itself,
especially where night evolves the ground livens
in ways unlike the transparency of day,
where all is documentary for perception.

Especially where night evolves the ground livens,
all is mystery, or at the very least, uncertain,
where all is documentary for perception
of all that is unseen and released imagination.

All is mystery or at the very least uncertain,
less familiar in the subtle shades of shadow,
of all that is unseen and released imagination,
the things of darkness are so heartfelt.

Less familiar in the subtle shades of shadow,
in ways unlike the the transparency of day,
the things of darkness are so heartfelt,
time carries a vulnerability within itself.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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But Her Smile – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Peter is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to write a poem that changes mid way or at its end.

dVerse Poets – Meeting The Bar – Middles and Turns

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“All things truly wicked start from innocence.” Ernest Hemingway

But Her Smile

She played
everything in a minor key,
a high pitched dirge
for Sunday sins,
her primness a badge
of spinsterish anxiety
and determined moral
salvation wrapped in tweed
and ancient hairpins,
no one saw it, but her smile
belied her Friday nights
of wanton vixen over pints
and chips and sly thigh,
her ancient shiver of sigh.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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That Day – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to write about a time and, or, a place.

dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar – Setting

Photo: avonadvocate.com the result of the Meckering Earthquake, October 14, 1968.

“An earthquake is such fun when it is over.” George Orwell

That Day

Thinking of that day,
past the cognitive dissonance 
created by voids of time since
my recollection of Hey Jude
and paisley, athletes down in
Mexico, the warmth of spring 
with a holiday sleepiness,
rattled by 6.5 that shuddered
its way into my body in a 
millisecond, before panic set in
and my mother's shriek to run
outside clear of the walls,
adrenaline better than caffeine,
fear driving hearts while news
poured in of little Meckering
pummelled to the ground,
the plaster of our ceiling
shedding dust and the 
windows crackling,
earth rumbling in waves,
shake, rattle and roll,
after-tremors wielding terror,
what can now be trusted but 
open space, in the spring of 68.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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