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There Used To Be Twenty – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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

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“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” Edgar Allan Poe

There Used To Be Twenty

I'm having a garage sale,
my sanity's going cheap,
and my vanity is worn so
make me an offer and I'll 
throw in a few lost aspirations
and some fragments of jealousy,
there's a chunk of broken
innocence, sadly no spare parts,
though I can offer bits of 
placated ego that might help
patch that mess, and there's
a box of baggage for when 
you're haunted, and a couple
of packets of mixed nuts and
a bag of marbles, there used
to be twenty but five are missing,
cash only.


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Those Words Must Wait – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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

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“Noise creates illusions. Silence brings truth.” Maxime Lagace

Those Words Must Wait

There are times when I cannot speak,
when the story simply won't come,
because those words must wait until
they can be placed in an understanding
and be fully received so that they are
not lost in the noise that is everywhere,
where they will be swallowed up and 
ruined before they have time to birth
an idea, a meaning, possibilities for
the world.


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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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“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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“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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“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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“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

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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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