newly published

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July 12

PD Lyons BOOMERZ & ASYLUM SEEKER

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 me.

Asylum Seeker

Late night pharmacy

Sword less angels

Guided tours

High price pain free

If you walk this river

Nothing will ever be the same

Sea birds unlike those my infant daughter took delight in

Under the bench

Hard heel clothes

Looking for anything I used to know

This is not the city I once visited with my father

Now only souvenirs wishing to forget

People speaking languages I do not know

PD Lyons

started writing poetry long long ago in the dream time when he was 12. Published in small mags here n there, two books published by Lapwing Press. Lives in Ireland, originally from Connecticut. Newest book Caribu & Sister Stones (Lapwing Press, Belfast) click for preview
http://books.google.ie/books?id=m4v3dIprgUIC&printsec=frontcover&client=firefox-a&source=gbs_navlinks_s#v=onepage&q=&f=false
Please visit PD Lyons’ blog for poetry publishing info and new releases: https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/

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Dear PD,

Boomerz & Asylum Seeker
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blue lotus review

When we Lived on Nelson Ave.
PD Lyons

days when my father took milk and sugar
leaving the spoon in his coffee
my mother whistled among lilacs and roses
mahogany furniture kept well polished
and special knives and forks only used on holidays

I knew the name of Lilly of the valley
not to ever put them in your mouth

there were kittens in the sun porch
we watched born from a tabby cat named Felix

there were cherries from our backyard tree
so red I thought they were black,
tasting like no cherries
ever would again

vox poetica

PD Lyons started writing poetry long long ago in the dream time when he was 12; he has continued ever since. His work has been published in magazines and he’s had two books published by Lapwing Press. He is originally from Connecticut and is living currently in Ireland. You can keep up with him by visiting his blog. This poem delivers splendid imagery with few words.

Loch Lene

(for Shelly)

By PD Lyons

Undulate of diamond silhouettes

North wind skirts a pirouette

Past a fishing heron

Fingerling samurai silver shadow breath

Quiet so deep it echoes

Not one golden dream left behind

You’re where I’m gonna be forever

Posted by Annmarie at 6/25/2010 10:53 PM

to be published by calamity jane

Dearest Writer,

We bet you’re wondering about the Calamity Jane—and where your Western-tinged, Cowboy lassoing, desert-colored poems are. They are going to be published along with the August issue (the first week in August.) The August issue will be wonderful—we’ll have the Jane, the new issue and wonderful author interviews. Thank you so much for submitting to the Calamity Jane and we urge you to report your acceptance to Duotrope’s Digest for Caper Literary Journal.

Duotrope’s Digest: http://www.duotrope.com/market_4184.aspx

Cheers!
Caper Literary Journal

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