The Sigh – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The conflict between the will to deny horrible events and the will to proclaim them aloud is the central dialectic of psychological trauma.” Judith Herman

The Sigh

How do you measure a life,
by success or failure or, 
perhaps, what if it were by sighs,
sighs of yearning for endings or
beginnings, or the intensity of 
lips and thighs, the pressure of 
impending deadlines, nature's 
unrepeatable moments, sometimes
it is grief, that there are things
beyond us which cannot, try as we 
might, be resolved and the mess 
of that elicits one long operatic sigh,
a powerlessness at once 
acknowledged and denied 
in one breath, adumbrated in the 
hope of a quiet release from the 
burden of all that thieves and
saps the energy of our lives, 
and which becomes the 
mantra of our days.

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Thieves – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photos: I apologise for ruining your moment with this but … left to right (no pun intended) Scott Morrison former PM of Australia; Donald Trump former president of the US; Boris Johnson caretaker PM of UK for three months having resigned as leader of the Tory Party. Found at Leaders who were self-focussed, ignorant, inflated, no moral compass, fatuous and power focussed, money hungry.

“Each has been graceless.” Prof. Mark Kenny

Thieves You chop jaw, truth mangling pissant, wallpapering monger of fetid lies, destroyer of futures, robber of lives, thief of a generation,, deserver of those long, sharp, political knives spoken into your wasted muscle, your brittle bones of hypocrisy, those veins of smugness, your wizened heart registering no feelings, just as the black pits of your face see nothing but your own reflection, too late you realise the doom that is yours as we take away your glitter…

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