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Anonymous Bull Recipe – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image: istockphoto.com Just how stupid are we?

The trouble with conspiracies is that they rot internally.” Robert A. Heinlein

Anonymous Bull Recipe

taking the faeces of a bull,
two wings of a fairy,
the hoof of a unicorn,
one ancient rams horn,
a dash of paranoia,
lashings of white lies to taste,
a garnish of manson and jones,
top with the letter Q and, 
with hammer, spoon and 
crackpot, forge a technicolour 
nightmare, a vile syrup,
as vaccination against
imagination for a better world.
Inject a host and watch it spew
the most indredulous
unhinged tripe.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Gently Mocked – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“You can find me in the frozen mood section.” Henry Rollins

Gently Mocked

The day was perfect,
but I found its fault
where no fault lay,
I beat upon its languid warmth,
sneered at its sunlit leaves,
belittled its calm and cheery air,
and, all the while
it gently mocked my
jaded mood.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Take Care – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Take Care

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“When people care for you and cry for you, they can straighten out your soul.” Langston Hughes

Take Care

I took her with me,
a spontaneous decision as
all decisions go in my groove,
it was for the best 
as it turned out, 
she was with me all the way, 
in my corner standing strong, 
singing my song, holding fast 
when it mattered and, 
even when I didn't to myself,
now I always take her with me.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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She Is – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The moon lives in the lining of your skin.” Pablo Neruda

She Is

The moon speaks so quietly
in the tangled covers of night,
her wax and wane is mere ruse
for a modesty unwarranted,
for she is a voluptuous beauty
on which to gaze with such
longing  as to faint for 
lack of sleep or wine and,
the longer I wait, the more
she wanders just out of reach.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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At The Edge – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Kim at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) including the word eavesdropping. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – What’s That Rustling In The Eaves?

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“Ecstasy is the accurate term for the intensity of consciousness that occurs in the creative act.” Rollo May

At The Edge

Eve was gently dropping words
into the soft air across the water,
soothing ripples,
captivating lillies,
when I took her hand
she smiled her eyes
and shivered her skin
in ripples of whisper
that my heart was 
eavesdropping at the
edge of her ecstasy.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Shining – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” Banksy


The wind pushes down
making waves with little white peaks
shining in the midst of the grey deep,
beacons of a stirring, rolling freely,
carrying life in their awake
where fish care to fly,
just like young prophets
who call down every street with
words of freedom pressing down,
making waves, shining in their 
deep awake, calling us to fly.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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How? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“I’ve always believed in savouring the moments.” Anna Godbersen

When a robe falls,
how is time measured?
In ampules of love or a 
quickening of the heart
that flickers the flame of 
expectation whispered in 
the french way like silken
chocolate on a summers day
when it always leaves just a
trace of memory that 
flavours fire, yes
exactly like that.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Softly – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace is hosting Open Link Night – the night to post a poem of your own choosing. dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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“The Lotus comes from the murkiest water but grows into the purest thing.” Nita Ambani


As the day passed to night
lotus sat in the shadows quietly,
till moon touched her softly,
stiring a warmth becoming fire,
she rose up electric with 
tingling flesh, and so quickly
her perfect flower opened
completely inviting,
unravelling his tired resistance.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Here I Am – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Stuff Happens

Photo: Sheoak sapling growing out of a rock. Leda Reserve, Wialki.

“In a mad world, only the mad are sane.” Akiro Kurosawa

Here I Am

Mine was the cinder path and
only later did my child's mind
see the darkness of the struggle
as a tree that never grows
straight as whipped by rain,
chastened by sleet and 
shaped by wind, all the while
deprived in repellent rock
lacking in goodness,
but here I am leaning into 
the wind, smiling at all
life's stuff.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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More – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse guest host Sanaa has invited us to write exploring erotica as a literary genre (what makes a poem erotic?).

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Erotica

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“Speechless, we made love in mist and clouds.” Lan Ling


She smiled 
as she teased two cherries
with her glistening lips,
rolling their smoothness
around her eager tongue,
grazing them gently
until they surrendered
their sweet juice upon
her chin, and he smiled
as she took two more.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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