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Seeing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: Cafe in Bunbury, a spirited Willy Wagtail – the fly-catcher who came in from the cold!

 

“The highest proof of the spirit is love.”  Albert Schweitzer

 

Seeing

When the prophet spoke
the wait was long and dry
till some shepherds called
though few believed their news,
I glimpse her if I’m careful
in children passing by,
birds, laughter, dragonflies,
faces on the street,
wise wind of Sophia
ancient eternal present,
heartfelt.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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You Are – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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De at dVerse has invited us to use the word crack in a quadrille. In Ireland (whence came my ancestors) crack, or craic means fun or fun friend (and a host of other allied meanings).

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“I would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than alone in the light.”  Helen Keller

You Are

By the river the cafe
near the garden with us
in the midst of the crowd
you danced liquid,
your eyes laughing
before your lips,
the sun reflecting your smile
and warming my heart,
and, for all the world,
you’re such a good craic.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Graced A Rainbow – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Colours are the smiles of nature.”  Leigh Hunt

Graced A Rainbow

I dreamt an unfamiliar
pure white space
where a humble bee,
uncharacteristically black and white,
for mine are mostly yellow,
buzzed past and proceeded
to dance across the whiteness
without a worldly worry,
and wherever it landed,
wherever it touched,
it graced a rainbow.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Truth – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The colour of truth is gray.”  Andre Gide

 

Truth

Grief is incontrovertible in black,
and depression, I’m told,
barks all night
and absorbs light in the day,
while white as light
is Jekyll and Hyde
in the woods,
no telling the deception,
but grey,
now there’s a venerable colour
that speaks truth.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Question – a Poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.”  Hermann Hesse

The Question

How
does one keep
more to the point,
what does one keep
who am I to keep anything and
isn’t keeping about wanting
about accumulating,
surely not a person,
and don’t animals keep us?
when I think of keeping,
it’s time to let go.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Wrestling Visions – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: Lake Ballard shore line.

“We are in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us ….”  John Muir

Wrestling Visions

Surely you know a spider’s web
all sheen of gossamer neatly strung
finely tuned to capture,
just like the web
that its my heart
which captures breathless
beauty that escapes words,
quivering with the slightest tremor
of the subtlest emotions,
my body wrestling visions.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Jack – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Careful what you tell yourself, especially if you’re stubborn.”  Nitya Prakesh

Jack

Jack was a handful
at eighty,
goes sideways a lot
his feet don’t lift the same,
Rosie called appointment time
but old Jack’s mind
played a fifties reel,
he always pushed it late,
Rosie knew that like concrete
Jack was set in his ways.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Lived – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”  Douglas Adams

Lived

I have a memory
of something of a start
collected in the eras
of my many beginnings,
of a long gestated spark
that torched a path,
and, as I look back
I see the embers glowing,
though time is
now extinguishing
my lived meaning.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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No One Dares – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“forcible intercourse with one individual is called “Rape” and raping thousands of individuals at a time is called “Politics.”  Srinivas Shenoy

 

 

No one Dares

It’s a politicians job to lie,
but the public need a facade
window dressing
with dummies and all,
emperors without clothes,
and no one dares shout out,
we now serve the politicians
as they once served us,
but I wish they’d just nick off.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Truth Costs (The Ballad of Richard Boyle) – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: abc.net.au. Richard Boyle, whistleblower who raised concerns about the Australian Tax Office and debt collection methods known by the archaic term garnishing. Boyle’s concerns have been shown to be grounded and yet he faces substantial jail time for alerting the nation as to a genuine problem.

 

“In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.  Czeslaw Milosz

Truth Costs (The Ballad of Richard Boyle)

You gangster of words
truthy extraordinaire
crusader of transparency
swimming in a tide of malefaction,
you called it and
told us what it was,
and they cried foul,
so embarrassed that
their little game was up,
but fro the truth
you must pay.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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