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The Point Of Nothing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Thursday – Nothing

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“Free yourself from the burden of feeling the need to hold on to anything. Let go … you are a part of everything.”  Steve Maraboli

 

The Point Of Nothing

The point of nothing is
precisely the point,
the indecipherable point of everything,
as much as every colour is white
in the making, a surrender,
nothing is everything at one let go,
having it all by having none,
you cannot imprison love
for it ceases to exist,
only when it is set free
can it truly be.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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No Solution – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Sunday – Realm

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“A shocking crime was committed on the unscrupulous initiative of few individuals, with the blessing of more, and amid the passive acquiescence of all.”  Tacitus

No Solution

The husk of man,
for it is a man rather than a woman,
is forever drained and dry,
burnt in the blinking of an eye
across the fields of loss and grief,
where the butcher’s hand is never stayed,
and the slice is always close to the bone
with the relentless search for
the cure of fear, which, as always
readily falls to cycles of war,
now favoured by the killing of a man
who was food as friend,
and sent to to the heavenly realm
of the great cloud of witnesses
who pray over our esteemed
and utter madness for blood to be
wasted on the unforgiving rocks of dogma.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

 

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Everyday – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Friday – Breathe

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“Something in us is telling us we’re moving too fast, at a pace dictated by machines rather than anything human, and that unless we take conscious measures, we’ll permanently be out of breath.”  Pico Iyer

Everyday

Everyday at waking hoping,
longing for an
uprising of integrity,
a coup of love,
a kindness rebellion,
a riot of charity,
to overwhelm my senses,
and wash me with such gratitude,
that even now
I might breathe again
as I once did
long ago.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.

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Her Lips – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Monday – Pastel

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“And yet to wine, to opium even, I prefer the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself.”  Charles Baudelaire

Her Lips

She loved bright colours
which were all of her moods,
and a sense of all the places
she’d like to be,
but after the party and
“would you like to come in?”,
after highs and highest,
and nights of a thousand kisses,
her lips mellowed to pastel.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Where To? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Sunday – Fugacious

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“There is absolutely no solidarity in the West towards its own victims, and the recent ‘refuge crisis’ is direct proof of it.”  Andre Vitchek

 

Where To?

This fugacious life
where lives fall off,
from Bethlehem to Alexandria,
Kampala to London,
Kabul to Islamabad,
Jaffna to Darwin,
bullets and noose,
leaking tents with
open dreams,
desperate souls
risking boiling seas,
dashing fear on rocks of despair,
holding child heirlooms,
selling dignity,
leaving identity,
trading death for death,
broken spirits seeking refuge
in resistant places
west of our insouciance,
hoping against hope.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Past – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Saturday – mixed feelings

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“Sometimes it is best of memories that are the most painful.”  Paul.

 

The Past

The ghost of Christmas past
haunts the cupboard where the past lays
in beautifully bound folders,
daring me to revisit
the highs and lows,
especially the lows,
of lost youth
and distant ways,
which make me weep
for imagined more golden days,
leaving me with such mixed feelings
on the way to Christmas present.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The One Called Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP – Spiritual

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Photo: looking south-west from Kata Tjuta NT

 

“Religion is for people who’re afraid of going to hell. Spirituality is for those who’ve already been there.”  Vine Deloria Jnr.

 

The One Called Love

Where the shadows shift slowly
and the wind whispers a language
of its own unknown to human ears,
and dust takes on a life of meaning
as it stirs and lifts,
the residue of centuries
residing in all the corners,
while in the quiet
a still small voice,
the one called love,
waiting to be heard.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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I Had Let Go – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Saturday – Joy

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“those who prepared for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy.”  E.M. Forster

 

I Had Let Go

I stood by the graveside of my mind
and peered beyond the edge
into the void of my crowded hour,
and found the door to a
feathered lightness of grief
where I floated on wings of joy,
such that there were no words
possible to speak with any sense
of meaning other than that
I had let go.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Memory Lane – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Sunday – Memory Lane

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“My greatest inspiration is memory.”  Paul Theroux

Memory Lane

The sadness comes sometimes,
not in the yesterdays,
but in the maybes,
tomorrows could bes,
wondering as to wandering
which way,
such choices we make
as to the open gate,
but what about the other way,
possibilities
better versions of me?
And yet here I am
with a treasury
as wide as the sea,
the deeper songs of memory
calling forth a rich joy
of inspiration in these
my latter days.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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How Simple – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Thursday – Flourish

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“I dream of giving birth to a child asks, ‘Mother, what was war?'”  Eve Merriam

 

How Simple

How simple to hold,
to love,
feed,
encourage,
extend a branch towards hope,
how easy to cut the tree down
and offer striped pyjamas
and barbed wire,
gas,
to be disappeared,
stolen,
tortured,
bombed,
excluded,
walled,
how simple
that none flourish.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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