Rivulets of My Mind–Poem 10

Thoughts--
drips becoming
rivulets merging with
creeks flowing into rivers
creating puddles and pools
backing up
stagnating
dry washes
until new thoughts
replace them in drips
drops
and drabs.

It all flows downhill
renewed
re-energized
unstoppable

cataracts
rapids
hopping
skipping,
tumbling over rocks
and occasionally themselves.




Easter Eggs–Poem 4

People are like Easter eggs
of many different hues
some you find immediately
others  found with clues

A few of them are basket cases
some of them are rotten
some of them just roll arouond
others lie in cotton

You cannot always judge the egg
by the color of it's shell
Pretty is as pretty does
You need the taste and smell

Poetry Month–Poem 1

Poetry month is here once more
just like it was the year before
Limericks, sonnets, and other forms 
follow rules and the usual norms

Some poems seem to meander around
with a purpose that is seldom found
Ego poetry is not a gift
Like an unwanted guitar riff

Some like structure, some like rhyme
some think it is quite sublime
Other think of Dr. Suess
While other wonder what's the use.

I'll try to write a poem a day
Even with nothing worth while to say.




Do As I Say

Do as I say
not as I do
because I know much better than you

Send me your money
my PAC is the best
more  honest  and trusted than the all of the rest

I love my base
they love me back
No one will listen to your false attacks

What you don't know
can't hurt me I say
ahead of the law I'll continue to stay

From white house to big house
I travel along
Continuing to sing my siren's song

The Next Dance – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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At dVerse Grace is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to personification and imagery.

dVerse Poets – MTB – Personification and Imagery

Photo: sierraclub.typepad.com “The Right to Dry Movement”

“But what about those windy spring days? You know the drill, you fight the sheets onto the line. Then the wind catches them and makes them want to sail into the next country!” The Texas Homesteader

The Next Dance

Sick of line dancing, she wanted
to cut loose with a tango or a foxtrot,
even a rouge can-can would do it and,
once safely pegged, she gave herself to the 
sea breeze throwing her legs up, her head back,
tossing her skirt about with laughter just like 
linen flapping in the wind, and soon the others
joined in the fun, swirling and twirling
along the good time, refreshed and waiting 
for the next dance in the sun.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Christmas Carrels 2020-Deck the Halls





Deck the halls with boughs ofholly
Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)
Cause we’re feeling melancholy
Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)
Hope the lights will soon inspire us
Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)
Before the COVID does expire us
Falalalalala
 
T’is the year of isolation
Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)
Not the time for congregation
Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)
Instead of cheer in every room
Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)
We now spread cheer while using Zoom
Falalalalala​
 
Not  a year for a vacation
Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)
Until we get a vaccination
Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)
Until then I’ll wear a mask
Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)
Social distancing another task
Falalalala
 
Wake me up when this has ended
Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)
When all the lockdowns are rescinded
Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)
I’ve had enough of twenty-twenty
Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)
As for bad times, there were plenty
Fa la la la la, la la la la
 

Lend Me Your Ear

When I was born  they helped me hear

The original function of the ear.

Next, they helped hold back my hair

so my eyes could glance, or see, or stare

Earbuds were inserted  for music and song

Before Bluetooth cell phones came along

Then vanity was added on to hearing

When I pierced them  and wore earrings

Next came glasses to better see

Letters no longer clear to me

Now that masks are daily wear

My ears have more than they can bear

Hearing aids not yet required

Nor or they as yet desired.

 

 

 
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Poem 26: In honor of Arbor Day and National Pretzel Day

Pretzel shapes

Pretzel shapes are varied

Like knots, or twists or loops

The baker decides upon the form

From the pretzel dough he scoops

Nature usually shapes the  trees

Based upon the type

Unless mankind interfers

with his usual hype.

He grafts a twig  upon a trunk

Intending to create

Something never seen before

But hopes it will be great.

Branch graft
Branch graft