Happy Anniversary 18 years – (part one) more than always, more than ever,

and now its 19 and still my lady still

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Bravest of the brave, treasure of my heart

and because it was always summer where we met and because its been 18 yrs married and because it was and is our wedding song and because I am not or ever will be poet enough to do you justice

http://www.popscreen.com/v/72XiI/Mark-Knopfler-Night-Summer-Long-Ago-Night-in-London-Live

“A Night In Summer Long Ago”
by mark knopfler

My lady may I have this dance
Forgive a knight who knows no shame
My lady may I have this dance
And lady may I have your name
You danced upon a soldier’s arm
And I felt the blade of love so keen
And when you smiled you did me harm
And I was drawn to you, my QueenNow these boots may take me where they will
Though they may never shine like his
There is no knight I would not kill
To have my lady’s hand to kiss
Yes and they…

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Happy Anniversary 18 years! (part 2) bravest of the brave,

and now 19

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love of my life

“Fisherman’s Blues”

I wish I was a fisherman
Tumblin’ on the seas
Far away from dry land
And its bitter memories
Casting out my sweet line
With abandonment and love
No ceiling bearin’ down on me
Save the starry sky above
With light in my head
You in my arms
Woo!I wish I was the brakeman
On a hurtlin’ fevered train
Crashing a-headlong into the heartland
Like a cannon in the rain
With the beating of the sleepers
And the burnin’ of the coal
Counting the towns flashing by
In a night that’s full of soul
With light in my head
You in my arms
Woo!Tomorrow I will be loosened
From bonds that hold me fast
That the chains all hung around me
Will fall away at last
And on that fine and fateful day
I will take thee in my hands
I will ride on…

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a red door painted black – Paris 2016 pdlyons photos

red door Paris 2016

 

painted black Paris 2016

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strength is beauty

paris hotel photo by pd lyons

Bob & Sinclair – now there are two from Minnesota!

So it is a little like history repeats itself. Bod dared go electric. Sweden dared go Bob.

Much of the debate seems to center around – can song writing be poetry?

If we take a look we can say that a song may be written from one of two angles or a combination of the two.

1. you get a tune and figure out some words to go with it.
2.  you’ve figured out some words and get a tune to go with them.

Does either approach preclude the words from being poetry?

 

Maybe the words were inspired by the music? maybe inspired by something else and music was chosen to broaden the exposure of the words? What poet wouldn’t like to reach an audience?

Maybe the words were inspired by the music? If so then would not the music be like a prompt? How many poets have written work to prompts? Are we going to set standards for acceptable prompts? Remember a prompt is an inspiration. Does that mean the poetry inspired by music is inferior? So should we exclude from poetry words inspired by music?

What shall be the acceptable categories for poetical inspiration? Do we need a governing body of Poeticals to decide and more important to enforce the structure of purity? A licensing board to ensure that no mere songwriter sully the good name of poetry.

 

Its being done very successfully in popular music, only certain categories are allowed and they must all sound a certain way.  They call it the X Factor.

 

As a poet I am pleased that a poet won the Nobel Prize for literature. I do believe poetry is indeed literature.

As a music lover and fan I am very happy that the songs of my youth are acknowledged as changing the world not just myself.

As an artist I am excited by the fact the Bob has indeed brought it all back home, effortlessly stirring up the frigid & ridged catagorisers of the world. Who knows what great inspirations will fall out? Maybe even a song or two?

 

“Sinclair Lewis had won the Nobel Prize for Literature, the first American to do so. Lewis had written Elmer Gantry and was the master of absolute realism, he invented it. He was from Sauk Center, Minnesota.” – Chronicles vol.1 by Bob Dylan. a Book Of The Year.

 

https://en.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/song 

noun

• 1A short poem or other set of words set to music or meant to be sung.

   

  

  red door paris 2016 pdlyons

 

best music video ever

Olga Podluzhnaya Uutai

 

Jackson Pollocked Across the Empty Linens of My Bed, a young love song, ruff draft

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Your razors are my kisses

Your hands basin my heart

How often will you bleed me

And leave me in the dark?

I know that you know me

I know you have no doubt

No matter what I try to do

No matter what I say

Can’t change the way I feel

Don’t want too anyway

 

 

No matter what I’m doing

just waiting around for you

My door is always open

So you don’t even need the key

I got myself a new phone

Gave no one else the number

So no one bothers me

Your razors are my kisses

Your hands basin my heart

How often will you bleed me

And leave me in the dark?

 

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Where Her Breasts Used to Be, as published by A Quiet Courage.

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Was very pleased to have thise poem appear on A Quiet Courage! Thank you  Clara Klein!

I have also included a link to their submission page : https://aquietcourage.wordpress.com/submissions/

https://aquietcourage.wordpress.com/2016/08/19/where-her-breasts-used-to-be/

Where Her Breasts Used to Be

Posted by Clara Ray Rusinek KleinAugust 19, 2016

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He kissed her courage,

he kissed her fear,

he kissed her sadness,

her deep unknowability.

Because she was his dearest,

because she was all he loved

and ever wished to.

P.D. Lyons: Born and raised in the USA. Travelling and living abroad since 1998. Currently resides in Ireland. Received Mattatuck College Award for Outstanding Achievement in Poetry. Received Bachelor of Science with honors from Teikyo Post University Connecticut. Books of poetry: Searches For Magic, and Caribu & Sister Stones published by Lapwing Press, Belfast. A third book, Myths Of Multiplicity, published by Erbacce press Liverpool as part of the 2014 Erbacce International Annual…

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