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Sure - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Melissa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem that is about lying, for more detail follow the link below: dVerse Poets – Poetics – April Fools Image: learning-mind.com “To claim, at a dead party, to have spotted a grackle, when in fact you haven’t of late, can do no harm.” Richard Wilbur SureO yeah, surekeep goingbut I gotta tell youonly 47% of what you saidis true…

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What Can Be Said (Ontology's a Drag) - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Bjorn is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to write a poem using an apophatic (αποφατικοζ) or negation approach – the not knowing, (as opposed to a cataphatic (καταφατικα) or positive approach – the knowing/affirming). For more detail follow the link below: dVerse Poets – MTB – Meet The Bar Positively Through Negation Image by Nick Kirtoki from Pixabay “The rose has no Why?…

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Pigs In The Shitehouse - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

President Zelenskyy is in my view a statesman, a leader, a straight-player. The other guy … a disgrace, Putin’s puppet. Photo: available on multiple sites via bing.com President Volodymyr Zelenskyy of Ukraine “The footage of far-right salutes shows straightened arms in finest suits.” Janine Booth Pigs In The Shite HouseThe orange pig squealed and squealedcovered in domestic shit,seeking the…

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Of Course The Tree - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace is hosting Open Link Night – the night we choose a poem to post. dVerse Poets – OLN Image: ‘Japanese Girl Standing Beneath A Willow Tree’ by Emil Orlik, 1901 – Colour woodcut. Found on Tumblr. “breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire” T.S. Eliot Of Course The TreeWhat is it to seeare we seeing what she sees,or is it that we are seeingbut know not…

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I Resolve Not To Resolve - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image: found on Bing “One vow a year will see me through, and I’ll begin with number two” Rudyard Kipling. I Resolve Not To ResolveIf I were to somehow, suddenly, be enthusedenough to sing the magnificat it would not bea celebration of the annunciationit would be my prompt to shout a renunciation of all who trade off virtues,not that I'm virtuous, of courseI've never even made a resolution,I…

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Tell Me - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Kim is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem using an optician’s word grid, taking two lines and using the words in order. Here are the sets of words: nose – one – cause – evenwere – crone – our – summername – use – means – arosenear – can – remove – surecrow – verse – see – renewassume – once- van – sumaware – caves – sea – cream dVerse Poets – Poetics – The Optician’s…

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Are These My Legs? - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: clipstock.com via Bing “I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise.” Jane Kenyon Are These My Legs?I marvel at the smallest of things,the unseen, indescribable acts Itake for granted where cause and effect are seemingly absent likethe moment I get out of bed,what is the event that precedes the movement that makes it so,can it be reduced to cause and effectlike the…

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Missing Mars - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image: scitechdaily.com the Orion space capsule “Hear the silent signals from outer space …” Dejan Stojanovic Missing MarsSeptember 2, 2026it has been twelve monthssince the last communicationwith the starship crew,there is no bleep from the screenno blink on the plotterno tears for the crewD, JD and Eout in the ether,don't y'all come back nowya hear,we've run out of champagne. Copyright 2025…

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Meanwhile - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: taken at Lake Margarette, September 22 – bobtail lizard. “And the lizards each gone to his dwelling” Percy Bysshe Shelley MeanwhileI left the leavesdidn't rake,a small thing caught my eyebobtail's skinonce comfortablenow shedfor something new,I skirted round left it there as testimony to sacrednesshow life is up and down,as I stoodperhaps as witness,birds came byfrogs, lizards,native…

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