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Why we like Pyrokinection & Jellyfish Whispers


pd,
 
I am pleased to tell you that your poem, “only august” is slated for publication on Jellyfish Whispers on July 29th.  Additionally, your poem “belize” is slated for publication on Pyrokinection on September 10th.  I am going to pass on the other piece this time.  I will email you again when your poems go live on our sites.
 
Thanks again for your support of our new projects.  And please be sure to stop by our new mother site, http://www.kindofahurricanepress.com/, and check out our call for submissions for our first anthology!
 
A.J. Huffman
editor, Pyrokinection
editor, Jellyfish Whispers
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This Kitchen Poem


 This kitchen

Soft smoke secrets

Each ghost upon the gale

Welcome here

Each breath

Rare and gifted by such drifters

Visible in smoke

Audible in flame

Never alone.

original work by pd lyons

pdlyonspoet@yahooo.co.uk

wordless peacock poem


 

 

Wordless

Worldless

Within

Without

Will you

Won’t you

Want to Know?

she swims in beauty


she swims in beauty

2 more from Ravens


I know forever is the memory of your touch

Angels with broken wings

I taste the sin they bring

I want to cling to them

But something always haunts me

.

Lust that is true,

Dreams that have gone astray

Down every road you know there’s really nothing much to choose

The siren’s sweet lament

Their spell is my intent

But there’s something in my head denying my attempt

A kind of howling sound says I am pledged to you

.

I cross the thousand years

Part the veil of tears

Despite the demon fears

I’m reaching out for you

And breaking through at last

The circle finally cast

Kneeling down I bow my head to you

My sword at your feet

My crown on your lap

My heart into you hands

I am my Lady’s man

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Balreaske

Earliest morning I been up

Since we got here

Out in the garden Qi gong cup of tea

One crow on the aerial above the chimney

Is that you ?

Is that really you Maeve?

Yes you are sleek and shiny really beautiful today.

Tilts her head towards me

As if surprised

Then clucks a few syllables in return.

Can we stay Maeve? Can we make our home here

Well not exactly here but in this country. Are we really coming home?

She leans further towards me, opens and closes her beak, leans closer

then whistles three gutsy in her throat whistles & flies.

The grass needs tending

It just might rain

Beginning is the least I can do.

Image

three more from ravens


 

The Black

 

Cool ol’gypsy cob

Takes the wall

 

Like something unknown

Strangely familiar

 

Out on the headlands

We don’t look back

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American Outlaw

 

Always somebody just like you

Somewhere else

 

In photos

They even look the same

 

In their past your lovers

Have met and fucked them

 

In the dark they dreamt

Of things you used to pray for

 

 

 

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

 

 

 

 

I Really Want To Know Where You Gonna Be Forever

 

Who do you remind me of

Someone else supposed to save

Sunlight shadows

Cross the grave

On the wings of something strange

You or someone just the same

Playing tennis at the park

Summer evenings after dark

Could I ever see you then?

 

Image

for tedra l plane


Briefly

as everything is in this life

we shared slapstick

and manic

some

unforgettable

wonders

and still all those questions never to be answered

now knowing this

something quiet

peace descends

a lacy feel of breath

not deep

not in or out

but

there

.

three from Wanting To Be In The Old Tongue by pd lyons


WORSHIP SWANS NO LONGER

 

When you worship swans no longer

Will you find your way to me?

Smoke rising in a breathless voice

Winding between shade and sun

A dream begun on dew drops

Daring midday like a ghost

Vowing never to fly

From your embrace

 

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LITTLE SADIE

 

black velvet traveler

dark morning herald

solitary secrets kept

well behind green eyes

alluded only by such offerings

as left upon our doorstep shrine.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

VIRGINIA, CO. CAVAN ’98

 

winter wash

sails on hemp rigging

 places precious

this January sun.

strong wind, clear sailing,

a rising Tahitian blue,

fed by silver slips of memory

travelling on wings of fantasy

calling sea birds soar

above a mucky barking back yard dog.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

from Wanting To Be In The Old Tongue

poems of an Irish descent

by pd lyons

Copyright © 2011 PD Lyons

All rights reserved.

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ISBN-10: 1466272996

pdlyonspoet@yahoo.co.uk


Pdlyons's Explorations

Healing :

finding a way to be kind to what causes you pain.

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Pdlyons's Explorations

‘No matter what we may investigate,

A single entity cannot be found.

And since there is no “one”,

Indeed there is no “many” either.’

from:

The adornment of the Middle Way

Shantarakshita’s Madhyamakalankara

with Commentary by Jamgon Mipham

translated by the

Padmakara Translation group

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