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Compassionate Resistance - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night with Live Edition, the night we choose a poem to post. dVerse Poets – OLN Photo: theartistnextlevel.com “I refuse to be claimed.” Naomi Shihab Nye Compassionate ResistanceI write the word noit's my defiance in an age whenyes has become aplague of expectation,where compliance ismerely anticipated,a fait accompli,but I left that paddock long ago and…
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Fragments - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Mish is hosting Open Link Night, the night we choose a poem to post. dVerse Poets – OLN Photo: our dear old woofer Vienna (sometimes called hoover). “Hour that is mine from among them all!” Pablo Neruda FragmentsA glass of the pepperysitting in duskclosing out the day,cooling to eveningwe roast our partoffering sweet observations,as last light hits the far shorewe soak up the…
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It Has Always Been So - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: Hunter S. Thompson – journalist, writer, author, originator of “Gonzo” journalism. From thefamouspeople.com “It was like falling down an elevator shaft and landing in a pool full of mermaids.” Hunter S. Thompson It Has Always Been SoOnce upon a time Iwas disillusioned with Thompson's infectionthe whole question of truth and fictionhow dare they be blendedin the mainstream,but…
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Old Or New Ways? - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night (with live edition) the night we choose a poem to post. dVerse Poets – OLN Photo: trillmag.com “My nostrils prickle with nostalgia.” Sylvia Plath Old Or New Ways?That piece of musicline of poetry so famousbook that imprints the heartso beautifulso moving,but are they moving nowin new ways,or are you moved thirty years agoin old ways,your emotions…
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All Day I Think About What To Do With The Day - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image: from plus.maths.org one offering of the theory of everything. All Day I Think About What To Do With The Day*AnythingeverythingI want it all,but what will I do with the day-I so want the question to hangin some other time,leaving my body without guiltfreeing meto torpor,sure, I want the movies,a bus ride, coffee, puddle-jumping,to read all daya bottle of wineyou,but to choosewould be…
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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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Every Evil - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by Yogendra Singh from Pixabay “… where concrete slogans armed with body conflict expunge paradise …” Kari Edwards Every EvilMy headsteam pressure valvescreaming from my mouthso loudmy lungs crawled out,my eyes hemmed body trapped inside a replicating babushka dollcursed by the magician'sapprentice, knowingno one could hear,all the while feelingevery evil,screaming aching for an…
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No Sure Words - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Note: An Imayo – origin Japan – with four lines each line having 12 syllables, using caesura or pause the line is broken into seven and five syllables. Image by Jose Sanchez Hernandez from Pixabay “Swept by the tempest of your love, a taper in a rushing wind” Sara Teasdale No Sure WordsCan gratitude be measured, like water leakingmy beta heart seeks its source, in the confluenceof broken…
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