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Vicarious Fakery – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Ingrid is hosting Open Link Night, when we choose our own poem for posting.

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“A hero is someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself.” Joseph Campbell

Vicarious Fakery

Those movies,
patriarchal propaganda,
offering dominance as power,
the pretty mistress as icing,
a tasty treat rescued by a man,
who is, of course, impervious to 
multiple wounds that would 
hospitalise most of us and
whose guns seem to have 
exponential magazines that
never run out, leaving the 
audience pumped full of the 
weird sense that they too are
immortal heroes ready to 
rescue and fix our version
of the world.


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Homeless – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace is hosting the Open Link Night – the night we choose a poem to post.

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“Where do you go if you don’t belong anywhere?” Steven Wilson

Homeless

My voice is loud yet silent,
I am visible but unseen,
there is no sanctuary for my way, 
no ritual that offers meaning, 
politics is a bare cupboard that 
mocks my dreams, I cannot see 
myself reflected in any place,
there is no resonance and my
words fall from my mouth into
puddles that people step around;
I keep moving, hoping to find 
some connection, but the truth is
I am homeless in a world of 
meaningless mansions.


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Everything – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Ingrid is hosting Open Link Night – where we link a poem of our choosing.

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Photo: The power of emotional maturity – wisdomfromnorth.com

“Everyone is an ocean inside.” Khaled Hosseini

Everything

I want to sit in the light,
to know what slices darkness
and why the sun laughs out loud,
to untie the knot of oppression 
for all who pass along this way,
to understand, that as my skin 
holds my innards, what holds 
the wriggling, translucent bag
of emotions from spilling out,
and would it matter if they did,
spilling might be good, not
everything can be held long in
perfect balance, but everything
can be given time to distill,
even resolve, if not fully, at
the very least, just a feeling 
of being at one with everything.


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Songs Of Life – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting Open Link Night – the night we choose our own poem to post.

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Photo: Pine cone by Lars_Nissen at pixabay.com

“The best part of happiness is the pines.” Terri Guillemets

Songs Of Life

The pine cone is sentinel,
even in its surrender to
gravitational inevitability, that
severance of the fullness of 
sap, offering songs of life in
death, a conal dichotomy of
choices in weathered experiences,
a gift graft of popular truthing,
symbol, spelling or cure, its real
is to open or closed, sometimes
simultaneously, such a grand 
lesson in how to be.


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Even When – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Linda is hosting Open Link Night, where we are invited to post a poem of our own choosing.

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Image: found at letterpile.com

“We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.” May Sarton

Even When

The diversity of my parts are not the sum of me,
but merely the complexity of possibilities,
I am not my body's disparate functionality
divorced nor captive to its parts dogmatised
by loud voices from the past as if they are flags
of virtue, I am not an acronym to be sung as a 
standard, never a diagnosis or an expectation to
be pinned, roled, or approved as part of some
myopic, narrow definition; I am not that, I am
myself as I find myself at any given moment, even
when I am a stranger to myself.


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Hoping It’s Not A Grind – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting Open Link Night – an invitation to post a poem of our own choice.

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Photo: fodors.com – one of the fascinating traditions from the past – tossing furniture, Naples, Italy.

“For last year’s words belong to last years language ….” T.S. Eliot (Four Quartets)

Hoping It's Not A Grind

Some parts of 21 I'm glad to leave behind
hidden in a trunk without reflection,
all my feelings astir, some days were a grind.

I packed in all the adventures I could find,
turning and turning for a new direction,
some parts of 21 I'm glad to leave behind.

Some parts of mundane I didn't mind,
I just don't pursue an energy of perfection,
all my feelings astir, some days were a grind.

I loved the many times of joyful unwind,
sidestepping all the cracks of infection,
some parts of 21 I'm glad to leave behind.

It's the loss of kindness that I've pined,
ever steering round the bollards of reaction,
all my feelings astir, some days were a grind.

I'm hoping 22 might be more kindly lined,
with gratitude I would just take a fraction,
some parts of 21 I'm glad to leave behind,
all my feelings astir, some days were a grind.


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Something – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting Open Link Night – posting our own choice.

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“Real awakening comes with an inherent sense of integrity.” Adyashanti

Something

Something came out of me largely dark,
the success of a poultice of intentions,
avoiding, of course, any hemlock or such,
an ending far too premature for the journey.

The success of a poultice of intentions
and is restricted only by somatic fears,
an ending far too premature for the journey
should fear be allowed to take centre stage.

And is restricted only by somatic fears
where the body lays and lies so innocently
should fear be allowed to take centre stage,
would my centre hold in glorious duality?

Where the body lays and lies so innocently,
avoiding, of course, any hemlock or such,
would my centre hold in glorious duality,
something came out of me darkly large.


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I Declined – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace is hosting Open Link Night – where we are invited to post a poem of our choosing.

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Photo: historicflyingclothing.com – an RAF back-pack parachute.

“The balance between freedom and security is a delicate one.” Mark Udall

I Declined

They were handing out parachutes today
for any notion of risk you might feel,
whether a child playing or a student 
going to school, or an adult working,
there was a parachute for every moment 
of life should you need one, and if you hadn't
felt it before, suddenly you were anxious,
unsure of everything, so I declined,
jumped out of my life watching my plane
of worry burn.


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Communion – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting Open Link Night the night we post our own choice of poem.

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“Coffee is a kind of magic you can drink.” Catherynne M. Valente

Communion

I held that mug and treasured the thought
of it and, knowing I would sip, I held off
so that the liminal feeling would linger
longer, letting the feelings arise and 
anticipation build to this sacred moment,
the scent of a coffee, the swirl, the steam,
should never be rushed or taken lightly,
for it will never be repeated, no one sip is
the same as another, and the first, well the 
first is a ritual of exquisite religion within
the temple of my senses.

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Autumn’s Decision – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting Open Link Night where we post our own choice of poem.

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

Photo: Farrel Grove, Paull’s Valley (Beelu National Park).

“And all the lives we lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves …” Virginia Woolf

Autumn's Decision

The storm passed quickly,
failing to transition autumn to winter 
any faster than autumn was willing to
allow, for autumn is possessed of her
own determined time to relinquish
her hold on nature, and certainly not 
at winter's behest; soon the air floated 
between two moods, charged with 
possibilities unknown, while the birds 
sang their thoughts and the trees 
pondered the gentle breeze.

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