Artemisia – Absinthium poetry by pd lyons


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ARTEMISIA – ABSINTHIUM

The red spiders with long legs

Do not fear her

As they make their way around the worm wood

Knowing this is home.

From foraging into damp shade

They come with tender spider joy

Happy to be safe.

Knowing if they trespass

Her milky white wrists

They will be met

With only laughter

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poem originally published by Lapwing Press, Belfast in the book Searches For Magic by PD Lyons 2001

photo by pd lyons of a  poster in the Casa Bacchus Wines Litchfield Connecticut

a most excellent place to explore and indulge in

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The Woman, by pd Lyons as published in A New Ulster # 30


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The Woman

I could not speak.
Maybe loved more gently
I could have.
Maybe if there was a moon
I could have.

But only sun –
a crazy glue
lips sealed
slays weds
impregnates
itself.

This is what I cannot say,
this is what they refuse to hear:
After death is pre-natal.
Through me,
everything is world.
Without me?
Conception is by eating,
birth by excretion.

http://issuu.com/amosgreig/docs/anu_issue_30

The International Women’s Day issue of A New Ulster one of Northern Ireland’s online Journals featuring the works of Marion Clarke, Helen Harrison, P D Lyons, Marie Lecrivain Judith Thurley and Mari Maxwell and many more

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or forever hold your peace. a photo essay by Morgan Lyons 2016


my daughter’s work

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c Mogan Lyons 2016 c Mogan Lyons 2016

the golden age of silence

c morgan lyons 2016 c morgan lyons 2016

c morgan lyons 2016 c morgan lyons 2016

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What Better Places To Go Be Spiritual? by pd lyons


yes

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sometimes we forget to go

sometimes we forget the land needs healing

the dead cannot be denied, nor should they

sometimes we believe by hating we will heal

sometimes we believe by fear we will over come

I cannot do this

I refuse to do this

I will go to every Auschwitz, every slave pit, every Hiroshima, Guantanamo, wounded knee, Normandy,

every Nanking every Tibet every Gaza strip

every lepers broken heart

I will not turn away

not for all the political correctness in the western world

and to all those who ask

all those who demand

all those who threaten

I’ve nothing to say –

‘cept fuck you and your cowardly way

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Had A Dream About Clint Eastwood, by pd lyons


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we were doing something with horses

not riding or roping

just putting our hands on them

feeling the sunlight through them

and smiling

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  • as published in Fresh Ink Literary Magazine 2013

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In Her Glow, poem by pd Lyons. Photograph by Ron Scubadiver, Freelance Journalist


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used with the permission of the photographer. used with the permission of the photographer

in her glow
we sit pretending
so many things

like we are not old

like we are not imagining
warm alabaster
against our dark skin
fiery silk her hair
between our sure and steady fingers
a scent of jasmine
through the open windows of a moonless night
all infusing
all reviving
her fire our youth

no we are not thinking that at all

~

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So for several years now I have been lucky enough to be following Ron Scubadiver’s Wild Life – a great photo journalist blog  https://ronscubadiver.wordpress.com/

A few days back i came upon the above photo. For some reason it really struck me and i commented that it was inspirational. And then i wrote down the above on the spot. Just a little ruff bit that i kinda like and a good excuse to share Ron’s photo and invite you…

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true


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“Give a man a gun, he can rob a bank. Give a man a bank, and he can rob a country.” David C. Gorczynski

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roads, by pd lyons. from newish poems


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roads

~

coming back to me

crows know
those roads
I know

autumn in October
leaves alike
past seasons
once knee deep

hand held by my mother
down the big giant hill

~

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Long beautiful bird like creature


 

~

all American

blonde

brown

long

tribal denim

horizontal

perfections

my eyes caught.

 

 

a voice more melodic than my own

breasts smaller than I have known

 

smiles through

even me the stranger

gone

 

 

There Is No Need To Believe by pd Lyons


unknown photographer

 

What is discovered

is beyond doubt

 

what is discovered

is beyond choice

 

free from duality

is certainty

belief has nothing to do

with what is

 

the teacher shows

the steps

the student takes

the walk

the teacher shows

a way

 

the student who goes

knows

there is no need to believe

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