If I Wait - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon

For The Love Of The Planet - Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace is hosting Poetry Forms with an invitation to write a complaint – Complaint, sometimes called Jeremiad is a genre of poetry that carries a theme of bitter sorrow. The rhetoric is “rails against cruel fate” . By the Middle Ages there were loosely 3 types of Complaint: satirical poems exposing evil in the world. dididactic verse focusing on the decline of someone “great”…

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Collaborating The World - a poem By Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo by Jason Goodman on Unsplash “We shape ourself to fit this world and by this world are shaped again” David Whyte Collaborating The WorldWhy do we assumeassuming that you do,that it's everyone else,not I because "I"surely it would have to be themsome other,but the "I" -is it narcissistic or is it betweenlike in the middlenot closed in on the world of self,open to all…

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Pound By Pound -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Dora is hosting poetics with an invitation to write a poem using defamiliarization – for more information about defamiliarization and the prompt follow the link below: dVerse Poets – Poetics – Reimagining The Familiar Photo: ar.inspiredpencil.com “There is a snake in swans.” Sylvia Plath Pound By PoundThen, I wonderedif other homes were habited bysuch darkened men of tradeswhose…

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Thugs - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: gettyimages.com via bing.com The arrest of the Mayor of New Jersey who was doing his job. Note: In my view the U.S. has descended into fascist rule, the regime has given permission for the worst behaviour in policing and disregard for the constitution and the law. I hope those who aid and abet this regime face the consequences of their actions in years to come as the tide turns. “Then…

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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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Soul Food - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image by Lee Travathan from Pixabay “Live in the layers, not on the litter” Stanley Kunitz Soul FoodSome fruits hold delightbehind a jacket of skin,a bananaan orange mmm mango,some fruits -a strawberryso smallthere is nothing yetit is everything at once,but the pomegranate needs timethe right time,patience a woundinga diggingdeeperfor the arils,seeds of sweetnessunlike any other fruit,like…

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When I Return To Myself - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Kim is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about one of the four elements – fire, earth, air and water, noting that Aristotle added a fifth – Aether or ether, which in Sanskrit was Akasha, the subtle dimension of being. dVerse Poets – Poetics – The Four Elements Image by Vitaliy Levkin from Pixabay “I learn by going where I have to go.” Theodore Roethke When I return To…

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My Name is Rachel Corrie, (2006), Taken from the writings of Rachel Corrie, Edited by Alan Rickman and Katharine Viner, Produced with the permission of Rachel Corrie's family, «NHB Modern Plays», Nick Hern Books, London, 2007 (Rachel Corrie's emails here)

'My Name is Rachel Corrie' was first performed at the Royal Court Jerwood Theatre Upstairs on April 7, 2005; the production transferred to the Royal Court Jerwood Theatre Downstairs on October 11, 2005, and to the Playhouse Theatre in London's West End on March 28, 2006

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Potter's Passion - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image by Jean-Dominique POUPEL from Pixabay “As the potter’s hands shape each mound …” Rabindranath Tagore Potter's PassionTo plunge my hands into its sticky, creamy wetnessthat's a thing,too dry it cracks, breaksif wet as slurry nothing holds,but if it's just rightyou can feel its soulsqueeze its firmness to a form, shape, orsome distortiontowards fame,its fulness is alive. Copyright 2025…

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