The first time I saw your face…


The first time I saw your face-Two short poems.

Please paint me with your tender hands

A elegant lady told me. Life is hard and the night is long my love.
We must bathe in the kindness of the long midnight.
Kind night allowed us to adrift in the safety of tender embrace and sweet kiss.
We must paint with our tenders fingers, a  perfect picture of two lovers finding the endless path of the sage of real love. Please paint me perfect, for when your love is near. You are my song and my will.


Your face

My kind muse is quiet. The sweet red wine and the morning daybreak brought her peaceful rest. I caressed her face with appreciating fingers. I laid my head against her  breasts,  listen to her beating heart.  She embraced me tenderly  with her kind embrace and she took me to perfect…

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As long as the glass shall grow


As Long As The Grass Shall Grow

He told the prettiest girl in his world,
thank you for staying with me.
I have been following you since the Summer of 1976 and
you allowed me to be part of your life.
In a sweet memory,
we made dandelion wishes,
for the splendour of love to keep us warm and safe, forever and a day.
I remember the sweetest girl saving me and
I tried to save her.

As Long As The Grass Shall Grow

I will remember the warmest kisses made,
the sweetness of your voice telling me,
we will be okay,
together we can overcome the bad days.
We have kissed and touched,
danced into the midnight hours and
you are more beautiful today,
then the shy girl of yesterday.
Thank you my kind lady,
you are my sweetest gal,
my daily miracle and I pray.
I can make…

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Over and over again…


 Over and over again—-
I drink to you, I drink to us.
My rosy cheek honey,
let’s in the shadows of love.
O so sweet,
O so tender,
You bewitched my heart,
my dreams.
You are my dancing beauty,
my Gypsy love.
I thought my love was spend,
and you enraged my heart to need you,
to see you bare and free,
to see you careless and wild,
to behold you at 6 am,
us, drinking coffee, holding hands,
sharing small talk.
I want us to celebrate the closing of the day,
for us to welcome the night where we can watch the sun fall
and the moon, light the sky.
Over and over again,
I whispered to you, my love.
Thank you for the dance.
With great gladness,
I share my love with you.
You are my sweetest day, my dearest muse.
My greatest blessing.

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The twisted dance of love…


The twisted dance of love
(Written in 1988)

I lay beside you in the night of the Germany December.
I feel the heat of tender flesh and I look into your blue eyes.
They shine like the shining night stars on a clear night.
You tell me. You are so good to me, so kind to me.

I tell you, I love you. You are my reasons to be alive.
You looked away from me and whisper. I don’t want love. Too heavy a burden to carry for me and we are too young to lose our thoughts and hope to one place or person.

In the heat of sex, you whispered. I love you Johnnie,
but in the dance of kiss and embrace is where hungry and desperate people show appreciation for the wild descend and abandoning places where two people are not afraid to reveal who they truly…

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To Have – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


dVerse Poets – Quadrille

De at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) using the word fix, or any of its forms.



“I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.”  T.S. Eliot

To Have

To have and to hold
that objet d’promesse,
panacea of the hours
since the Edenic dawn,
the reason, the will,
to live the moments and
scale walls as mountains,
or suffer drudge in strides,
glorious aroma of life,
that first fix sip,
le cafe.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: objet d’promesse (Fr.) – object of promise; le cafe (Fr.) – the coffee.


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Are We Setting Ourselves Up For Failure ~ Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

Walt's Writings

Are We Setting Ourselves Up For Failure ~ Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

When we discover
That we are really one
with the universe
So what?
That’s right, so what?
Are you stronger?
Have we gained
More useful knowledge?
Does music soothe the savage
Beast inside us? Or does it simply
lull us using hypnotic brain waves
to deaden whatever senses we may have left?
Are we setting ourselves up for eternal
constant failure? Will failure be all we ever know?
Will our human spirit realize that a giant hoax
is played on us?
I for one choose to live and grow stronger and smarter.

~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2020 All Rights Reserved

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