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We Never Even Noticed – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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We Never Even Noticed

How we solaced in the truths of our elders,
to hold to pristine shibboleths of hollow ground
that all was hallowed in a superstition
of moralised purity,
that we promptly set in stone,
and there we held you in mawkish admiration
so unfounded, somehow projected,
believing that you held us too
because we were so good at our own game
given to saccharine views of life,
there we were, fulminating righteous wrath
against love itself
the very given of nurture,
and we called on your name as talisman
without so much as a fibre of authenticity
preferring indulgent expectation
dressed and redolent in disconnect,
and you, imprisoned in your architrave,
looked on in sorrow and wept
in your powerless state where
our dogmas kept you,
yet you dared to ask from your eyrie
disturbing our common good,
What moved us or
how did we reach into the pain of neighbour?
Indignant silence was
followed by sanctimonious justification.
Your loud shout of anguish rent the air
then a mighty crack
as you effaced in surrendered humility,
recognising our inability to be aware
so selfishly content that
love was adulterated,
poisoned,
defunct,
perpetually crucified,
and we never even noticed.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Young Maggie – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Young Maggie

Big Daddy braved the hot roof
and brow-beat young Maggie with a
“Where’s he hiding?”
kind of look;
“O Brick?” said Maggie,
“He’s just hanging out,
I guess he’ll drop in later.”

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Referencing Tennessee William’s play ‘Cat On A Hot Tin Roof’

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What Is Revealed? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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What Is Revealed?

To see it sitting on the table,
to savour and
meditate upon this mystery
which might
or might not be gift,
to interrogate myself
as to my mood
or what it is that I bring
to this moment of truth
that might determine
not what is inside it,
but rather,
in the opening,
what is revealed in me.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Fulfilled – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Fulfilled

She wasn’t like others
to maunder through life,
she took each day with purpose and,
while it all made such sense to her,
it was a puzzle to everyone else,
her lines were not always straight
yet, mysteriously, they fitted together
and what was most pleasing of all,
she always felt fulfilled,
renewed and complete.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Escher’s Child – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Escher’s Child

Escher’s child
was all complete
white picket fence
and garden so,
no time for disorder
or disjunction of sense,
the stairs went up
and not about
six hundred and forty-two
and a plant atop,
fathers view was slant,
of course,
but Gladys knew
it went right up.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Part Of Me – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Part Of Me

Once
I took a step
a risk, and
I felt pain,
here I’m safe,
you see part of me
but not the whole
I’m keeping some of me
for me,
and, when I’m ready,
perhaps I’ll share some more
of who I really am.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Oneness – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Oneness

The empyrean realm,
that meeting of
divine and other,
the fundament of love
which transcends
the ache of power
for unity,
that debris
of history,
to a selfless
creative
oneness.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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I Burned – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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I Burned

I dreamt you lightening bird
twice you came to me
in the night
and I burned while
flames danced at my window
and you crackled
when I stroked your hair.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: The Lightening Bird is a mythological bird that was believed to be able to call down thunder and lightening (African mythology – Zulu and other peoples).

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Misplaced – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Theologians may quarrel, but the mystics of the world speak the same language.”  
Meister Eckhart

 

Misplaced

A medieval babel
we built the cloister as if to reach heaven,
high and lofty
grand as a statement of our
misplaced devotion,
realising too late
that there is nothing big enough to catch,
let alone contain,
that which we call God
who dwells in much humbler
less rational cathedrals.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Such Adventures – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Such Adventures

Just this once
he’d walked instead of the bus,
his mind a whirl
since, and ungraciously,
clearing out the spare room,
being immediately distracted
by so much past
but especially, most especially,
his temporarily forgotten
dog-eared and yellowed
‘Tales of Worthington’,
of derring-do
and worlds beyond worlds.
He sighed,
such adventures,
as he rounded the corner
into Brink street
past the old familiar
wasteland of the mill,
he felt drawn to have a look
and before he could find a way in,
he was somehow
already overlooking the wall,
as a ladder of no ordinary type
had appeared and swept him up,
and there it was,
Worthington’s Worlds, all majestic
just as he’d imagined,
and, in the next moment,
as he moved forward
he wondered if Mabel would miss him.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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