In The Company of Woodbines by Pd Lyons

IN THE COMPANY OF WOODBINES ~ Open air Cobble street, Church bell rhapsody  ~ Well worn doors Rough stone walls Into secret corners drift Undisturbed as dust  ~ Waiting the slow pour Of a pint ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   from Wanting To Be In The Old Tongue poems of an Irish descent by pd lyons Copyright © [...]

Should The Question Beg For Answer

Should The Question Beg For Answer will the water be beautiful? will I thank every drop of the sea? the sky, will  it  be so blue, I’ll find ships sailing in the clouds? and emearald and hawthorn would i lay down there again? rise to wander mists by fairy lakes secret women drift in sleek [...]

new poetry project. fast invitation

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sjr-7VXnUgs new poetry project- link to video invitation. asking help with video reading of my work. includes links to find my poems, asking people to feel free to read them into a video of their own making, you don’t have to be in the video, just hoping people will read and reply to youtube acct. [...]

Boomerz

Boomerz I live only in memory. The day to day does not inspire me, Only wanting to sit here and think of what used to be Strung out on the drug America. Safe only in my own home, Locked doors, paid taxes, insurance policies protect me. TV-petrol- chemicals nourish me. People not like me, outrage [...]

from bassa nuvo

September on Mira Bay A Carmen butterfly day Lemon yellow birch leaves Hints of orange on the maples Thumps of falling apples Morning shadows the colour of honey Distantly the ocean grey diamonds in repose

new from osprey journal #4

by pd lyons Poetry From The Edge maybe if I stayed paid my dues drunken disorder home town wives possession with intent liberal arts and all that shit reading at the button wood tree slams at the museum out for macrobiotic afterwards with students and faculty but I didn’t’t instead carrying with me every step [...]

this morning

this morning of streets emptier than anything from my deepest darkest youth. not even a beggar to drop a coin to not even a reason to unlock the doors useless to lock anyway. Ambrose comes so I open the side door he tells me about darkness and men so scared that only by killing and [...]