Monthly Archives: September 2015

the beginning of peace, by pd lyons

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So it comes to this –

Look back right now

your whole life

all that done, not done, un-done

and all that resulted –

you did the best you could

and maybe no one ever said that to you

and maybe no one ever will

but you

and when you do,

say that to yourself,

observe fearlessly

and you ‘ll know its true

you did the best you could




the beginning of peace


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Junko Tabei – women we should know

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In front of Tabei, who had already cleared numerous danger spots while also coping with the physical and mental stresses of high-altitude climbing, was an icy, knife-edge ridge forming part of the border of Nepal and China.

She would have to make a downward traverse of this ridge for about 14 or 15 meters — knowing that one mistake would send her plunging 5,000 meters on the northern, Chinese side or down to around 6,400 meters on the Nepalese side, where she could just see her Japanese Women’s Everest Expedition’s Camp II.

Junko Tabei is a Japanese mountain-climber who, on May 16, 1975, became the first woman to reach the summit of Mount Everest. Wikipedia

“also the first woman to climb the “Seven Summits”: the highest mountains on seven continents.


  • Mount Everest – 29,029 feet – on the border of Tibet and Nepal.
  • Denali (the “Great One” a/k/a…

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La La, La La La – by pd lyons

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La la la la la

I am rolling on the waves
on the waves
on the waves
I am rolling on the waves
far away from shore

The sun is shining not too strong
not too strong
not too strong
The sun is shining not too strong
far away from shore

Happy dolphins guiding me
guiding me
guiding me
Happy dolphins guiding me
far away from shore


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why we like Thunder Clap Press

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High school beauty
eyes so deep
rob my breath

Tall long lean
able to stand
hours in the rain

Forty years later
recognizing ghosts
almost say hello

what for

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Could She But Think of Cape Cod – by pd lyons

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Could She But Think of Cape Cod

Sand spray ridges

Heartbeat trombone ocean

still out of sight


her hair

Sifting down out to the open beach

Opalized stones

Darker lighter sand

Crazy north east breakers

Bit by bit

Unnecessaries trail

Shoes Coat

Shirt Skirt

Polka dot bra unmatched pink panties

A string of moonish pearls


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Had A Dream About Clint Eastwood, by pd lyons

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

True Democracy & Boomerz by pd lyons

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See I was taught that democracy takes courage. The courage to allow the rights of the other. Not only their right to exist but their rights of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. That it takes democratic courage to allow the other a voice, a choice, a privacy, an equality.

The belief that majority rules is erroneous with regards  to true democracy. Otherwise everything depends on the personal belief of the many. This is only might makes right, this is not democracy. Democracy is the courage of all to allow the human and civil rights of all.

The question we should be asking people is – do you really want to live in a country where the your rights and the rights of others may justifiably be revoked every time the majority demographic shifts?

Today when I look at my country that’s what I  see. Rather than the…

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Artemisia – Absinthium poetry by pd lyons


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

What Better Places To Go Be Spiritual? by pd lyons

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




Women We Should Know – Ani di Franco

So one of the cool things about haunting second hand shops is the accidental discovery of very wonderful things. Sometimes a rare book, sometimes a masterpiece by james joyce for a dollar, sometimes museum quality Matisse for a tenner….  Maybe you know what i mean? So on this particular day in a goodwill shop in Torrington Ct. Shelly picked up this 2cd set called Canon by Ani DiFranco. I had never heard of Ani DiFranco but it was half a buck so we bought more than 2hours of Ani for fifty cents and it was a treasure! So below is the links to a video and the lyrics of one of my many favorites on the set. She is a woman we should know, an artist who is so cool for me to know



“Untouchable Face”

think i’m going for a walk now
i feel a little unsteady
i don’t want nobody to follow me
‘cept maybe you
i could make you happy you know
if you weren’t already
i could do a lot of things
and i dotell you the truth i prefer
the worst of you
too bad you had to have a better half
she’s not really my type
but i think you two are forever
and i hate to say it but
you’re perfect together

so fuck you
and your untouchable face
and fuck you
for existing in the first place
and who am i
that i should be vying for your touch
and who am i
i bet you can’t even tell me that much

two-thirty in the morning
and my gas tank will be empty soon
neon sign on the horizon
rubbing elbows with the moon
a safe haven of sleepless
where the deep fryer’s always on
radio is counting down
the top 20 country songs
and out on the porch the fly strip is
waving like a flag in the wind
y’know, i don’t look forward
to seeing you again soon
you’ll look like a photograph of yourself
taken from far far away
and i won’t know what to do
and i won’t know what to say

except fuck you…

i see you and i’m so perplexed
what was i thinking
what will i think of next
where can i hide
in the back room there’s a lamp
that hangs over the pool table
and when the fan is on it swings
gently side to side
there’s a changing constellation
of balls as we are playing
i see orion and say nothing
the only thing i can think of saying

is fuck you…


Writer(s): Ani di Franco
Copyright: Righteous Babe Music


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