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Where I Am – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Solitude/Solitary – RDP Thursday


Photo: One of my favourite places, Jindalee, a true solitude as with many places in the centre.

“The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.”  Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Where I Am

Can I really bear myself
in silent quarters close,
to shut the door of every noise
allowing my mind to freely wander
and not count the cost of clocks
or the doings of productive minds,
to surrender instead to a
productive nothing,
can I trust the silence that
brings me to myself,
can I be with me,
just me,
for wherever I am,
there solitude waits.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Filed under bush walking, Country, Free Verse, life, meditation, mindfulness, poem, Spirituality

Emancipation Blues – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Jolly – Word of the Day


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“The two enemies of the people are criminals and government …”  Thomas Jefferson


Emancipation Blues

Of privateers, corsairs, and buccaneers,
tales of derring-do,
no justice here,
self-serving thievery
a life of plunder and pillage
under the skull and thigh bones,
their fate by the winds
was wealth,
or, execution,
nowadays a fine
with spent conviction,
that’s how democracy goes.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Filed under Free Verse, life, poem, politics, Quadrille

Those Fertile Lies – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Nightly – Word of the Day


Image: a cartoon by the much loved cartoonist Michael Leunig!

Those Fertile Lies

If your vegetable garden languishes
and manure brings no results,
just give them a little evening news
and there’ll be bumper crops,
all those fertile lies,
rich fantasies,
faux concern
and invented anxieties
with smiling invitations
to more episodes of the same,
a soap-opera of nitrogenous value,
stay tuned for another
exciting excrement,
Oh, wait, there’s breaking wind,
every night,
even the mushrooms gave us
shade last summer.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Filed under Free Verse, Humour, life, poem

Folded Resistance – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Language – VJs Weekly Challenge


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Folded Resistance

The folded resistance of your arms
speaks a volume loud enough for
my eyes to hear,
a clear signal of
your fullness,
there is no room for
my confection of words that
in yesterday’s moods
were understood,
floating so lightly
now leaden,

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Paul, pvcann.com


Filed under challenge, dance, Free Verse, life, poem, Quadrille, relationship

Life-Giver – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Bucolic – Word of the DayIMG_0352.jpeg

Photo: Elachbutting Rock, one of Western Australia’s waved rocks, and typically showing the effect of water and air on the minerals in the rock. The rocks are crucial to flora and fauna, filtering and directing, and holding water. The indigenous relied on them as a source of water, and most of the granite and sandstone outcrops form part of the extensive Song Lines.



In a dry wilderness land
where wind whips sand
and helios mercilessly
desiccates all life,
you form and poise
almost reaching that peak,
yet never crashing to foam
holding the space as
serpentine life-giver
oasis of hope
sentinel of Eden
in this dry ocean.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Paul, pvcann.com



Filed under Country, Free Verse, life, nature, poem, Quadrille

Pulling Together – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Sick – RDP Saturday


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Pulling Together

The sails heaved and strained in
a great wind for sailing,
the masts bending
as the ship rolled and pitched,
block and tackle groaning,
yards creaking under pressure,
salty spittle feathering our faces
flavouring our way,
while derisive gulls
taunted our progress,
some of the crew took to the sides
disgorging their innards,
well, some days are like that
on HMS Life,
even when all is plain sailing
there are still things that can
really make you sick,
what helped us make it through
was all pulling together.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Filed under boats, Free Verse, life, poem

Waiting – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Fireworks


Image: provided by Patricia’s Place



Jack walked the streets at three
until a resounding boom of wheels in ruts
would send him marching ramrod home,
on fireworks night he would take cover
waiting for the shells to rain down.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Note: I observed “Jack” many times but never got to know him, in one week he never got to the shops because the trucks would sound explosive when they hit a rut or drain cover and he would stop, stand to attention, wheel about, and march home again. Shell shock/PTSD had wrecked him.

Paul, pvcann.com


Filed under Five Lines, Free Verse, life, poem, war

For The First Time – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Discovery – RDP Thursday


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“As one looks across the barren stretches of the pack, it is sometimes difficult to realise what teeming life exists immediately beneath its surface.”  Robert Falcon Scott (Scott of the Antarctic)


For The First Time

What must be observed?
What can be questioned?
in stillness the heart cannot lie,
that which is held prisoner
to the mind,
once released between the
inward and outward breath,
bubbles to the conscious,
and can be seen and felt
if we but wait and look,
removing the mask of self-deception
seeing ourselves for the first time
as Scott did with Terra Nova,
that unsullied plateau
ready to be inferred
not yet contained.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Filed under Free Verse, history, life, poem

Red shoes – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Shoe – RDP Wednesday – Shoe


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Red Shoes

Of all that could possibly be invited
to the circus of my mind,
my dreams
of gods and angels,
were annulled in favour
of a pair of flamboyant red shoes
attached to beauty,
and, in the moment I turned
to speak to her,
I was awakened
and she was gone,
tonight as I lie in bead
I hope to glimpse
that eternity again.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Paul, pvcann.com


Filed under Free Verse, poem, relationship, romance

Dignity Reclaimed – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Reclaim – VJs Weekly Challenge


Photo: Bunbury Wetlands, some kind soul had waded into the shallows to extract this shopping trolley which was rusting and missing some of its sides. Every year when the water level drops the Friends of the wetlands go in and remove the rubbish dumped there.



Dignity Reclaimed

As summer wore on
the lake became brazen
shedding her cloak,
revealing her blemishes and scars
symbols of modern decline,
cans, bags, and a shopping trolley,
a cage of slavery now enslaved
encrusted and rusted,
yet easily excised,
and the lake,
her dignity reclaimed
by winter’s refreshing rains.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Paul, pvcann.com


Filed under challenge, environment, Free Verse, life, nature, poem