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January 7, 2022 · 1:18 am

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.


Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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November 26, 2021 · 2:25 pm

Something – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: Devanath at pixabay.com

“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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September 3, 2021 · 4:01 pm

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.


Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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June 11, 2021 · 1:01 pm

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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Photo by Clay Banks on Unsplash

“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.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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May 28, 2021 · 12:22 pm

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.

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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.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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April 30, 2021 · 2:42 pm

If I Had A Light – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting Open Link Night, the night we make our own choice of poem to post.

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Photo: Reserve trail walk adjacent to the Hardy Inlet.

“Anything we experience, no matter how challenging, can become an open pathway to awakening.” Pema Chodron

If I Had A Light

If I had a light I could see my way,
or perhaps a map where I could chart a
path, but it remains indecipherable,
though neither dark nor fogged in my
mind's eye, it is simply a discernment
of journey, a surprise awakening, a not
this, instead, perhaps this or that in a 
lived experience, all the richer for its
misdirections, its hidden meanings,
even its lack of clarity is a decided
gift of discovery, which, in the end
seems quite natural, a hindsight
twenty-twenty, a reverse of 
understanding of how we go,
not where or when we go, but, 
as we go we discover so much of
our beginnings with self and the
strive to transcend it.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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April 2, 2021 · 1:51 pm

Where Ideas Land – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting Open Link Night, the night we are invited to post a poem of our own choice.

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“My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.” Anais Nin

Where Ideas Land

It flapped in like a hyper bee
and landed on the dry edge,
just over there, catching my 
attention, I saw it then lost 
sight of it thinking it gone,
or so I thought, I searched
and searched, and there 
it was hidden in the lee of 
bracken fern and ivy strands,
a nest for bigger things.
This was my decisive turn,
the seminal, pivotal moment,
that fringe of the mind where 
ideas land.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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March 5, 2021 · 3:13 pm

The Watcher’s Questions – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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

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Photo: Southern ocean, off Augusta.

“I choose to listen to the river for a while, thinking river thoughts, before joining the night and the stars.” Edward Abbey

The Watcher's Questions

Did it matter that the day was grey, that rain might come?
I watch the tide come and go and I have no part in it
other than as a watcher of waves and birds. 
The morning birds are fast and noisy, they always seem to
want to be somewhere, perhaps they are hungry or simply
seeking new horizons. One gull flew past, and I'm certain 
s/he looked intently at me as if to ponder my inner thoughts.

Why did I choose this place of two tides where birds come
and go? The seem so free, and yet the eye may not see that
in fact they are more like me. I feel that I know them,
knowing their searching. Where might it end? I wonder just
how I would I feel if the birds missed a beat on their 
morning venture, and what does that say about me? What is
my beat, and where am I in this moment?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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February 5, 2021 · 3:37 pm

My Quiet Treasury – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” Rumi

My Quiet Treasury

I sat inside my quiet treasury of peaceful self
amidst a field of reliquaries sculpted from dreams,
with the eyes of the hidden ones watching closely,
sentinels of the night in communities of acceptance.

Amidst a field of reliquaries sculpted from dreams,
along narrow stone paths of adventure unknown,
sentinels of the night in communities of acceptance
who silently speak in defence of all that is valued.

Along narrow stone paths of adventure unknown
I plumbed the forest's deep guilty pleasures
who silently speak in defence of all that is valued,
and offered as generous joy overflowing.

I plumbed the forest's deep guilty pleasures
with the eyes of the hidden ones watching closely,
and offered as generous joy overflowing,
I sat inside my quiet treasury of peaceful self.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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January 8, 2021 · 1:59 pm

Pond Of Dreams – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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

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“Moonlight incites dark passions ….” Rampo Edogawa 

Pond Of Dreams

I'm certain as not that my dreams lit
the light of my centre as moon floated 
gently through the window of invitation,
gently rustling my playful sheets of sigh,
lighting a fire behind my lids of desire,
with reciprocating motions of heart as
rhythms of stroked flesh hovering at 
the edge of desire assuming a tidal 
wave in a pond of dreams.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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