May 8–Day Before Mother’s Day

Was your mother like Joan Crawford's Mommy Dearest?
Did she vacuum in pearls and high heels like June Cleaver?
Was her style more Mama Bear--hairy and swatting you when you needed it?
Was she a soccer mom with a minivan and elitist ideals?
Were either of you an accident of birth?
Do you worship the ground she walked on
or were you happier to walk away?

Key West is for the Birds–Poem 20

Key West is for the birds
so many different sounds are heard

Roosters crow any time of day
while pigeons coo, always on display
screeching gulls snatch fish or bacon
anything left out may be takin'
Squawking pelicans line the pier
whenever a fishing boat draws near
In the butterfly house on Duval
pink flamingos screech and call
while soft spoken doves are underfoot
 along the path they quickly scoot

Waterfowl also quack and honk
Very at home in the Republic of Conch

World Heritage Day–18 April–Poem 18

World Heritage Day

So the first (and possibly most confusing?) part of World Heritage Day is that that actually isn’t it’s a formal name. What is popularly known as World Heritage Day is actually called The International Day for Monument and Sites and was established in 1982 by the International Council for Monuments and Sites, or ICOMOS. This organization was established on the principles set forth in the Venice Charter, otherwise known as the 1964 International Charter on the Conservation and Restoration of Monuments and Sites.

The organization was founded after a need was identified to protect these valued locations, and it saw the coming together of experts from hundreds of related fields. These include architects, engineers, geographers, civil engineers, and artists and archaeologists. Each year they work to help ensure that some of the world’s most beautiful sites and important cultural monuments remain preserved for future generations.

Since it’s inception it has grown to include almost 10,000 members in over 150 countries all over the world. Of these 10,000 members over 400 are members from institutions, national committees, and international scientific committees, all working together to save important sites and identify new ones that need to be added to the watch list.

Jefferson’s love of Palladium architecture is reflected both at his estate Monticello and throughout the University of Virginia, which he also designed.

In 1987, Monticello and the University of Virginia’s Academical Village were together named a UNESCO World Heritage Site.

In 2021, the University of Virginia dedicated the UVA Memorial to Enslaved Laborers

What makes amends?
Which message sends
Enough! so that the conflict ends,

Waves of Spring–Poem 12

Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.

~ Ellis Peters

Crocuses were the early explorers
establishing a beachhead amidst the melting snow

Daffodils sent up periscopes of leaves
before committing flower heads and blooms

Weeping willows wept tears of yellow green
flowing down long slender limbs

Grasses staggered their emergence
in scraggly patches of green and brown
Violets and vinca minor provided purple notes of color

Cherry blossoms reigned briefly before ceding 
to the rapidly advancing red-buds and dogwoods.

Tulips provided the first notes
of saturated colors.
Late bloomers competed with the early iris.

Many trees are throwing up pollen
on cars, sidewalks, ponds, and membranes.
Other trees have the bare ends of winter.

Each wave approaches, swells, explodes, and then recedes
Followed immediately by the next wave of flowering plants.

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



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

dVerse Poets – MTB – Personification and Imagery

Photo: “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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