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Root Canal Injustice – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Tuesday – Vacant

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“Wherever the real power in a government lies, there is the danger of oppression.”   James Maddison

Root Canal Injustice

Like root canal
without anaesthesia
they drill down to the bone,
and once they’ve sucked your marrow
you can say goodbye to life,
and even when there’s nothing left
they keep coming back for more,
their vacant eyes see nothing of
the pain they leave behind,
they seem so puzzled when
complaints are made or
crying fills the air,
just as Eichmann liked to say,
“there’s orders”
so follow them they do,
and even though you’re innocent
they’ll make a criminal of you,
they’ll lie about your welfare debt
and shaft you when you rise,
their road has long diverged
and the map no longer counts,
their compass has no morals now,
and, though you owe them nothing,
they want a thousand bucks.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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You – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Saturday – Hug

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“They invented hugs to let people know you love them without saying anything.”  Bill Keane

 

You

Like a lonely spaceship amidst the stardust
we can wander life aimlessly
bounded by the self,
wondering if there is anyone out there,
Our flesh our boundary
that imprisons the heart
and deceive the mind,
but for a longing to touch,
to hold and to belong.
At some point I sought a definition,
but though my mind was a blank
my heart said aloud,
a hug is you.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Game – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Tuesday – Passage

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“Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.”  Leonard Cohen

 

The Game

She reached for the old book once again as she did every Thursday afternoon. It was quieter here in the bookshop then, and she loved to pour over the pages in private, knowing that she would faintly mark a passage that he would find when, as he always did, came looking later, long after she had gone. It was a delicious game that hadn’t yet lost its charm. She found what spoke for her, placed a book mark and pencilled a dot next to “Let us go to the vineyards and see whether the vines have budded …. there I will give you my love.” Sighing heavily, she placed the book back on the shelf and then found her way out of the shop. She set off, determined to buy some grapes before she made her way home. Smiling, she left her door unlocked.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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To Be A Voice – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Monday – Rouse

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Photo: shutterstock.com  MLK 1963, Washington march for Civil Rights.

 

“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.”  Martin Luther King Jr.

 

To Be A Voice

As a child I heard your words
and did not know them,
later I could feel them,
roused as
one feels anything so powerful,
they pulsed,
electrifying,
lighting my fire
driving me on,
leaving no escape
nor hiding place,
other than to be a voice
in the same wilderness.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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As Love Awakens – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Friday – Decorated

“The henna on her hand, smells of his love.”  Lonely Bear

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As Love Awakens

To waken
where she’s always wakened,
just once more, before
her beloved enfolds her in his world,
the smells and sensation of this
moment will last long into memory,
the henna carrying more than its sum,
a cipher for waiting and longing
and pointing to a tear
that rends the heart, just as
it promises adventure,
soon the paste will dry,
it will fade and blur,
but not her love, her love
decorates her heart,
her love will shine
as she awakens.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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New Eyes – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Monday – Stir

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“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”  Eleanor Roosevelt

New Eyes

There’s a tragedy to living small,
locked in a narrow singular mind
that was planted in a standard
tiny pot and failed to bloom,
stunted by constraining values,
abandoned to a dry and limited field,
yet there is a way through,
to stir up dreams
that invite new eyes.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Inner Architecture – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP – Thursday – Architect

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“True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.”  Audrey Hepburn

Inner Architecture

There were times,
more than she could remember,
that a voice would say
take your beauty and trade,
however, while she valued
her external beauty
for beauty defined her,
far more did she value her
inner architecture being
a foundation for all that
seeks the good and the wise,
a real beauty.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Russet Royal Carpet – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Sunday – Comprise

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“And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.”  John Muir

Russet Royal Carpet

The herald breezes in and
stirs the russet royal carpet
that crackles under bare foot
like sheaves of crumpled cellophane
through which you follow your
improvised lyrical body,
an atonement for the daily grind
in which only the tall sentinels see
your transparent heart interpreting
the rhythms of life comprised of
your inner compass,
a spirit of music which guides you
to vulnerability and joy,
a dance of pure, liberated soul.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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But I Rise – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Saturday – Punch

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“Your success and happiness lies in you.”  Helen Keller

But I Rise

Nettled days
that catch me by,
while the air hems my lungs,
slows my purpose,
could burden
oppress and close me,
but I rise and I rise
and shake the unshakeable,
laughing
like a kookaburra,
as I punch a hole in the real
and I breathe again.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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If Only – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Monday – Duende

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“…. if we could move away from a culture of compliance based on ‘perverse incentives’ and ‘too much focus on achieving targets.'” E. Munro

 

If Only

I didn’t realise the magical power of managerialism,
if only we’d thrown it at Hitler in Prague
we’d have stopped the war at the start,
what if we talked it to Ho Chi Minh or
the drug dealer down on the corner,
perhaps it would save the poor
or schmooze the terrorists to relent,
reverse global warming and
save a species or two as well,
we’ll stop disease altogether,
you see, we’ve got a plan
all policied and shiny
with targets and outcomes
and performance indicators
in case we get lost,
regulations and procedures
to keep us in line
and risk management in case
the lines run out,
with this kit and caboodle
we’ll conquer the world,
one document at a time,
all will be well
she passionately droned.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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