Vagrant Persona - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon

The Softness Of Love - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: careersplay.com “A summer fanned with spice” Alfred Lord Tennyson The Softness Of Love The valley of cloveswhere genies trade,six days by canvas sailfrom India to anarchipelago unknown,a place without ailmentwhere the old are youngand the young are free,cinnamon, cloves,nutmeg subtledressed in soft redso sweet, pleasant to taste,she hid among the treeselusiveher smile so shy,the foreign…

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Intuition Blues - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting the Quadrille (44 words sans title) with an invitation to write a poem including the word Indigo or its form. dVerse Poets – Quadrille Image by Adina Voicu from Pixabay “You’ll know it … as you know ’tis noon …” Emily Dickinson Intuition BluesIndigo Suzeshe's no flooze,got a hex of seventake you to heavencolour you blue,no time to snoozedon't need the newsshe's…

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A Curse On All Who Enable - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: dailysabah.com German commando operation frees Benito Mussolini in 1943 while he was held captive by his own government. He was recaptured by partisans in 1945 and executed. Notably Mussolini had grandiose ideas, an inflated ego, and desired to be an emperor. Ironically, part of his undoing was his incompetence in economic management, including placing tariffs on trading partners leading…

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The Tree Of Earthly Delights - an Etheree by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Laura is hosting Meeting The Bar with an invitation to write an Etheree poem in the form of a fir tree. For more detail follow the link below: dVerse Poets – MTB – An Etheree Tree Image: vogue.com “Stooped in the still and shadowy air lips unseen – and kissed me there” Walter De La Mare The Tree Of Earthly DelightsOhelloms xmasI see you thereunder mistletoeunder no illusionjust a…

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Swept Up - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write a poem using the word or any of its forms – lift. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Ready For Liftoff Image by Khusen Rustamov from Pixabay “… and my soul is swept up in joy.” Uvavnuk (Iglulik Eskimo, 19th C. Trans. Hane Hirschfield) Swept UpLyftthe highest spaceeven to the seventh,elysian fieldsJuno's provinceabove the…

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Seeking The Seed - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: ayers.com.au bushfire recovery “The dying of the trees goes on …” Philip Larkin Seeking The SeedCurious,though carrying less thannine lives Ientered the public buildingthe hall of ecological responses,covered in beautiful scriptsembossed on exquisite clothon every wallso beautiful the words Idesired to touch them,as my fingers tracedthe walls gave wayfritted, collapsed,with swollen heart…

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The Nightmare - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo by Duane Mendes on Unsplash “what is stronger than the human heart which shatters over and over and still lives” Rupi Kaur The NightmareThe unexpectedspeaking in subtle shiftschewing on thorns,a pebble in the shoethe wisdom of ageslike a trainwe muston occasion railagainst the sourceeven if in vain,the hand of chalkwalled in to wordsthat are mere dustwiped free beforemeaning evolvesin…

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Mostly - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: healthcentral.com “Life’s most important aspect, to stop and smell the roses.” Brenda Arledge MostlyO, it's gone,now this is going, gone toothere's no repeatingexcept in dreams,some will say nightmares or,pace Freud's dictum, that we repeat what we don't remember, though I wonderit's a question of whether we want to or not, besides it doesn't slip awayin idle momentsnever in sleepnor…

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The Longest Minute - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image by Adina Voicu from Pixabay “I want your kiss to be bonded to my mouth, to my soul, to my body.” Pablo Neruda The Longest MinuteAt the tenth houron the sixteenth dayof the third monthin an auspicious yearit seemed rightfor autumnthat I fall for her,so at five past tenI took her by the handand kissed herjust oncewith aftermath -purest silence and the longest minuteas time…

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