Monthly Archives: February 2010

may all who journey


“Your ordinary heart: that’s the way.” – zen koan.

from: Soto Zen, an introduction… by the very reverend Keido Chisan Koho Zenji

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The Disappeared

From P.D. Lyon’s Caribu & Sister Stones:

The Disappeared

Along the lane
Straight down as rain
Without wind
Without sound
Wrapped in briar vines
Emerging posts of bone
As if some ancient mariner
Draws me in a secret un-gloved caress.
I wanted to keep you for myself.
I wanted you to stay, because you went.
But the police,
After further questioning
Came up with ideas all their own
And in so doing, made contact with
The families of the disappeared.
Occasionally,
To men in long wrinkled coats, they speak,
A fog of voices drifting apart,
Before reaching any type of destination.
Taking turns, cast looks around,
As if this really were sea
And answers like shoals of silver fishes lurk
Just beneath the surface.
Careful. Pretending not to notice
How each movement flickers in the lights
As if this really were all some cinematic image
Screened with no one but the actors in the audience.
Their silence magnifies only certain sounds:
Elastic latex snap,
Slicing shovel slaps,
Unsteady cigarette sighs,
Plastic, almost echo, abruptly ending zip.
Believing their expectations to be accurate predictions
They came for something clear and full of meaning,
Something settling and complete,
To find, as if some great surprise,
Only the obvious inescapably revealed.
Unlike them I know you not by what you’ve lost,
But rather by what you’ve brought back.
It was that which drew me
In secret un-gloved caress
And now plays out
Along the landscapes of my every night
And haunts my every morning with regret.
I wanted to touch that forbidden you again.
To trace upon that more secret map
Etched, invisible to the naked eye,
Every line of your journey.
To put my lips to you,
Circling with the tip of my tongue,
So that I’d know, everything.
I wanted to sift your powder through my fingers,
Into that coloured jar covered with a brass cap,
Tucked into my bedside drawer,
Sprinkled, whenever I wanted,
Not just as some aphrodisiac
Or good luck charm across my bed
But so, engendered with bodily fluids
You’d take on some other life
And I’d find out,
Just exactly, what it was, that I’d be thinking
As I lay there in the dust
Of the disappeared.

–PD Lyons blog for poetry publishing info and new releases is https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/. Lyon’s LULU page is available at http://stores.lulu.com/pdlyons.

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Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Belize

From P.D. Lyon’s Caribu & Sister Stones:

Belize

The cinnamon woman pulls me down
In an ancient heat
Her golden fingerprints
Whisper of an unborn midnight
Long long ago in the dream time
Before moonlight ever was
And every shadow moved with care
Beneath a hunter diamond sky
Before the horse spirit was hid
Beneath slimy limestone floors
Covered with pottery chips and rusted cans
All twisted up in fibre root and rot.
The cinnamon woman pulls me down
In an ancient heat
Her golden fingerprints
Show me another way to that secret place
And how to draw up the horse spirit
So that it may once more
Run on into the high bush country
Where our flesh lays in blossoms of hibiscus
And the caves of heaven are radiant with swimmers.

–PD Lyons blog for poetry publishing info and new releases is https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/. Lyon’s LULU page is available at http://stores.lulu.com/pdlyons.

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Flora’s Yard

From P.D. Lyon’s Caribu & Sister Stones:

Flora’s Yard

A September still day
only cricket sounds
rippling sunlight.
soft breeze
a cool dream echoes
memories and moonlight.
in maple shade
her potted plants,
already sucked up morning
now with greedy leaves
strain, for afternoon.

–PD Lyons blog for poetry publishing info and new releases is https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/. Lyon’s LULU page is available at http://stores.lulu.com/pdlyons.

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My Kitchen Partner

From P.D. Lyon’s Caribu & Sister Stones:

My Kitchen Partner

in the middle of the night
Frigidaire dim glow
secret chocolate cake
ice cold Ballantine Pale Ale
curtains swayed by open windows
bare feet linoleum
slow dance
blessed an absence of air conditioning
not missing the tango at all

–PD Lyons blog for poetry publishing info and new releases is https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/. Lyon’s LULU page is available at http://stores.lulu.com/pdlyons.

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Monday, February 15, 2010

You In The Photo

From P.D. Lyon’s Caribu & Sister Stones:

You In The Photo

maybe you came to see the play?
took time out from whatever whack shit you were into
but you were there
pulling up your pant leg
photographer catching those church glass and black stockings,
“bell bottom blues” you smiled
already missing a front tooth.
eyes sapphires of something
wanting only to fly
a rush of tender unrelenting love
a treasure worth protecting.
have we ever grown up?
don’t our little fingers still destroy
whatever holds our wonder?

–PD Lyons blog for poetry publishing info and new releases is https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/. Lyon’s LULU page is available at http://stores.lulu.com/pdlyons.

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Will We Be Married?

From P.D. Lyon’s Caribu & Sister Stones:

Will We Be Married?

when we no longer need warmth.
when promises kept un-kept,
plans made un made,
no longer matter.
when words are beyond reason,
any sound confusing.
Hope a thing for idiots
and idiots deserving of all out rage –
then will we be married?

–PD Lyons blog for poetry publishing info and new releases is https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/. Lyon’s LULU page is available at http://stores.lulu.com/pdlyons.

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Quoteable

8febOZ10


with random

ice across the road

fields brown tipped golden grasses

spread occasionally into figures

something unnameable does pass

soft light strands of sunlight green

snow dropped jewels secret circles

cast beyond mere mortals grasp

Bridget’s fair sweet token

The Day It Didn’t Snow


The day It didnt snow


Rita asked me to tell

her about swimming

in the halls

But my mind was on

other things

Crunch the candie

in my mouth

tiny pieces of pain

on my tongue

satining my

mouth in

december12 1973

flavours

so intense i could not tell her anything that mattered

learning about fear


the move back to america is impending. we have an opportunity we must take but its hard to believe we have to go. I’m used to fear about moving, new places, new jobs, what happens with the dog with the cat, what about Morgans school etc. but I am learning about the fear that lives in america. seems there are not political discussion as much as witch hunts and scapegoats. its like people want to hold on to fear, it makes them feel big, powerful, justified to spread anger all manner of negativity.

the nazis used fear to get to power. they used the fear of communism to organise their forces as well as the fear of certain religions, sexual preferences, lifestyles, in order to create holocaust. in the beginning when others disagreed they got beat up, eventually they got shot. what was legal did not stand in their way. they changed the laws to suit themselves with fists boots and bullets. then they began to convince the people that they were under constant threat from other countries, the others were evil, the german speaking peoples were not evil but needed protection. Stalin went on to perfect these techniques, as did mao and pol pot etc. ironic but deadly.

today people use the same fear to try n get control of power, they tell you social medicine is evil why because all people are not entitled to medicine? who benefits from insurance companies dictating medical treatment? insurance companies. who benefits from giant banking corporations? massive banks.

socialism was never Stalinism. Canada, many european countries have socialized medicine, this does not make them undemocratic.

i’m not afraid of people who politically disagree with things. but blind hate coupled with fear and a bit of religion can prove very scary indeed. look to any genocide and you’ll find it was organised to deflect responsibility of those in power onto those who became the victims. you start by creating great fear for the majorities well-being and focus that fear not on those that created it but on those who will pay for it – with their lives.

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