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Timeless Rapture – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Trees

Photo: Harris campsite near Collie, a stand of Jarrah trees.

“Friendship is a sheltering tree.” Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Timeless Rapture

Never was there a cathedral cappella
holding such divine resonance,
touching the earth beneath my feet, 
as one tenderly touches another's skin, 
with loving strokes that meld a rhythm, 
uncounted, and eagerly invited as each 
next breath sustains sublime surrender 
to the timeless rapture of forest song, 
offering us connection, bathing us with life.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®


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To No Avail – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – What could you talk about for thirty minutes without preparation?

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“You throw the sand against the wind; and the wind blows it back again.” William Blake

To No Avail

Any topic,
eminently unqualified really,
but keen to impress,
well, maybe myself,
so, what shall I speak,
what can I say in this
unbridled moment?
I'm not sure and I sense 
that I can't gain a foothold
on a lucid thought that 
might be coherent and I
ponder and ponder,
reframing my endeavour,
to no avail can I form a
meaningful sentence as
my half hour slips by, 
and yet I know what I want 
to say but I cannot say it.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®


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The One Road – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Roads

Photo: the Great Central Road looking north -east to Warakurna.

“He who knows others is clever, he who knows himself has discernment.” Lao Tzu

The One Road

I've often wondered as life goes on,
if there are as many journeys as there 
are roads to take and, how does one
discern a road when the road runs out 
and the map is somewhat confused?
To love and be loved, to let go and to 
go, to know and not know, and to be
less judging of the self, trusting the 
one road, the interior road that knows.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Does It Always Have To Be? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Peripheral

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“In any marginalised community, whether people identify themselves or not affects us all.” Ani DiFranco

Does It Always Have To Be?

Does it always have to be,
that there is an inner and
then a fringe dissociated,
yet desiring to be included,
unable to make the cut,
discounted, excluded, kept
in view to taunt with visions
of what they could have and
be, a group that is worth the
jealousy it presumes and the 
power it assumes that people
are but pawns to exploit and
money is the breath of life
exclusive to the few, an
ephemeral intimacy to 
worship and adore while 
standing on the sorrows of
so many.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Awaiting – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – I’m Bored

Photo: Dieter-G, pixabay.com

“Boredom is rage spread thin.” Paul Tillich


When the monitor screen runs flat and 
everything is flavoured chalk, I bore 
holes in the universe to see what 
leaks down the strands of my mind,
resisting the blind rut of ordinary days,
those vanilla plays fritted to dust and,
when the portal opens the river flows,
like milk and honey as caramel as 
smiling stars and the gaze of a
tangerine sun, the air electric with 
held breath awaiting the creative new.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Sleep Chase – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – The Chase

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“It is a special kind of homelessness to be evicted from your dreams.” Karen Russell

Sleep Chase

At the day's long, dogged end,
when all is quiet and no one stirs,
my mind is reviewing Kepler and 
Kant, while fomenting creative
innovations of all persuasions,
unravelling a conundrum or two,
and checking in on my mood,
all the while, spinning, turning,
sighing and yawning, fighting the 
sheets and blaming the pillow
and every sound on the street
so whispered to my awakeness,
I can't miss a beat and, as the 
hours eke away I count all the
sadistic sheep, endlessly,
hopelessly, chasing down a 
memory of something called sleep.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Imperfectly Perfect – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Nesting

Photo: Yellow Throated Honeyeater with young. Found at animal.memozee.com

“Where thou art, that is home.” Emily Dickinson

Imperfectly Perfect

She takes the very strands of life and
weaves them carefully to a harmonic of 
held space for everyone who arises, or 
ventures here of a warm welcome to the 
heart of the journey, enfolded in the 
energy of her love lived in collaborative
purpose, that all may one day follow her
weave, imperfectly perfect, with just a 
hint of gold thread and where there are
no locks or chains.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Such Fun – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Snippets

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“Maturity is a high price to pay for growing up.” Tom Stoppard

Such Fun

Westerns on the telly,
I pistol whipped my old man,
but after the gun-fight, of course,
melting in the Suez on P&O,
armless beggars in Colombo,
shark alarm off South Freo,
dangerous creatures in straya,
but we're all having fun mate
peeing how far up the dunny wall?
Chasing girls for curiosity's sake,
mixing the books in the library
and wagging boring school,
dreaming of joining a rock band,
idly playing a surf champ but
really a clerk, no, labourer with
bell bottoms and platform shoes,
fumbles and kisses then
a car of my own and the
world was wide open.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: Australian usage – Old Man = dad; Freo = the city of Fremantle; straya = Australia; dunny = toilet; wagging = bunking off.


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Fiction – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Describe but don’t reveal

“Controllers, abusers, and manipulative people don’t question themselves.” Darlene Ouimet


unlabelled, even when
labels seem apparent,
the friend who is an enemy,
who is transparent only with
lies and manipulative smoke
that mirrors for the observant
a path of broken glass hearts,
twisted into a sculpture of
sticky dark love like bitter
treacle on the tentacles of 
lost hope, you stood apart
from everything and denied
everyone who you really are,
and sucked the life out of all
who trusted your pain and 
felt for your narrative fiction
as if it were their own child.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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True Scammers – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Scam

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“The first sign of corruption in a society that is still alive is that the end justifies the means.” Georges Bernanos

True Scammers

Mendicants, tramps and vagabonds,
but not the one's you imagine or see,
instead, the one's you pay for who
rob you with glee, the one's in the 
penthouse, the mansion or three,
who prey on the orphans and widows 
and me, the one's with forked tongues
and a bible of lies, who hold morals 
like sewer rats or scandalous flies,
who star in movies where the poor die
as glorious martyrs for the victims of 
privilege whose wealth barely gets 
them by on a thousand a day. 
The truest scam is not Nigerian or 
emailed around, the truest of is
entirely voted and approved by us all.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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