Monthly Archives: May 2015

Of My Heart, by pd Lyons


Of My Heart

It takes woman time
small moments would find the divine
something always there inside
denied by violence for so long
forced instead, she’ll grow a penis

a tale to carry between her legs
a plug of tortured flesh
a rod unspared
a thing to do her thinking

imagine always being the lesser than
child of the wrong kind
ugliness raised in both hands

can she ever believe our own wet kisses
unavoidable then her healing

freed then to wander endless
sky blue wolf fed by willing horses

of my heart

 

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Georgia O’Keeffe


Georgia O’Keeffe
“I’ve been absolutely terrified every moment of my life and I’ve never let it keep me from doing a single thing that I wanted to do.”

― Georgia O’Keeffe

 

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once when love was finger tips, by pd Lyons – version 1st


once when love was finger tips
participating every new inch of you
how could I know silence
wound like slippery tongue holds
keeping secrets no longer
than the hard erect penis of worth while
afternoons
all golden like they always said
all forever like they all said did not exist

 

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i love rock n roll


i love rock n roll

i love rock n roll

 

For Tedra, by pd lyons, music by grateful dead w lyrics credited


For Tedra

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
.

 

 

 

 

China Cat Sunflower
Lyrics By: Robert Hunter
Music By: Jerry Garcia

Look for a while at the China Cat Sunflower
proud-walking jingle in the midnight sun
Copper-dome bodhi drip a silver kimono
like a crazy-quilt star gown
through a dream night wind

(note 1)
China cat
China cat
China cat
China cat

Krazy Kat peeking through a lace bandana
like a one-eyed Cheshire
like a diamond-eyed jack
A leaf of all colors plays
a golden string fiddle
to a double-e waterfall over my back

Comic book colors on a violin river
crying Leonardo words
from out a silk trombone
I rang a silent bell
beneath a shower of pearls
in the eagle winged palace
of the queen Chinee

 

Grateful Dead I Know You Rider Lyrics

Songwriters: KAUKONEN, JORMA

I know you, rider, gonna miss me when Im gone;
I know you, rider, gonna miss me when Im gone;
Gonna miss your baby, from rolling in your arms.

Laid down last night, lord, I could not take my rest;
Laid down last night, lord, I could not take my rest;
My mind was wandering like the wild geese in the west.

The sun will shine in my back door someday.
The sun will shine in my back door someday.
March winds will blow all my troubles away.

I wish I was a headlight, on a north bound train;
I wish I was a headlight, on a north bound train;
Id shine my light through cool colorado rain.

I know you, rider, gonna miss me when Im gone;
I know you, rider, gonna miss me when Im gone;
Gonna miss your baby, from rolling in your arms.

Strawberry on Black Slate, photography by pd lyons


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Country Time, pd lyons


 

 

Country Time

wooden bridge across the river

pile of horse shit in the middle,

smaller today

grass is always greener - even if its a driveway

grass is always greener – even if its a driveway

With Alessandra, by pd Lyons


With Alessandra

 

With Alessandra

time travels softly

 

across the river
sun pours

volcanoes of night
reversed

suck away the day

ghosts rise hungry
 clean olive scented bones

abandoned in another sleepless night

along this land of green dreams

 

the river birds of Aswan

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naked
now awake
arching stretch
her champagne breasts
as far as the eye can see
waiting for secrets

 

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In 1985 I had the great good fortune to spend a few weeks in Egypt. Cairo by boat down to Aswan almost into the Sudan. It was the most beautiful evocative romantic haunted country I ever visited.

and now a message from the author :


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PD Lyons

Born and raised in the USA. Travelling and living abroad since 1998. Now permanently residing in Ireland.

Received The Mattatuck College Award for Outstanding Achievement in Poetry.
Received Bachelor of Science with honours from Teikyo Post University Connecticut.

Two books of poetry Searches For Magic, and Caribu & Sister Stones: Selected Poems, have been published by Lapwing Press, Belfast. A third book, Myths Of Multiplicity, published by Erbacce press Liverpool as part of the 2014 Erbacce International Annual Prize was officially launched at the Westmeath County Library, Castlepollard Ireland on 9December 2014.

The work of PD Lyons has also appeared in many magazines and e-zine/blogs throughout the world. Including, The SHoP, Books Ireland, Irish American Post, Boyne Berries, Virtual Writer, Slipstream, West 47 Galway Arts. Recently selected to participate in Human Rights Consortium at the School of Advanced Study, University of London publication titled ‘In Protest: 150 Poems for Human Rights’.

Relevant websites:

‘In Protest: 150 Poems for Human Rights’.
In Protest: 150 Poems for Human Rights is an ambitious new publication aiming to bring together the fields of human rights research and literature in an innovative way. Selected from over 600 poems submitted by established and emerging poets, it provides a rare international insight into issues ranging from the trans-Atlantic slave trade, the Hola massacre and indigenous peoples’ rights to the current war in Syria.

http://www.sas.ac.uk/about-us/news/protest-new-poetry-anthology-explores-human-rights-and-social-justice

Myths of Multiplicity , all profits to benefit Erbacce writers co-op

http://www.erbacce-press.com/#/p-d-lyons/4586525519

Searches For Magic, and Caribu & Sister Stones,

http://www.freewebs.com/lapwingpoetry/

PD Lyons Blog : https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/

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Joel, by pd lyons ( floppy version)


 

JOEL / feb. 19.86. NYC

what is there to say
now that I’ll never see your face
in a subway crowd
in a dance club or
look up from the Sunday Times
as I walk into the Borgia.

what is there to say
now that your smile,
your ways, all the things that made you you
are gone?

I remember you
I loved you
I hated you.
you were my friend.
you broke my heart.

but I was there for you
with flowers and smuggling in your favourite
foods which you could hardly ever eat
but always seemed so grateful for.

you even spoke with me –
fears , regrets and hating
what you called
“that terrorist of love”

now, today I try to bargain,
saying “but I was there for you”
as if some magic incantation
as if death and all its wilderness
could be manipulated

and all that happens is
through the water of my eyes
a dry hot stone settles

 

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I was for a brief while living in Manhattan in the 80’s. There was something happening and it was not good. I went to an apartment gathering to hear a Doctor speak about this new virus – he was late because he had just gotten confirmation on his own diagnosis.

Joel was introduced to me by the person I was living with, they had been friends for years.  He was the first person I knew who died from AIDS. Not sure if  the poem works for the reader but it does for me.

May all be free from suffering

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