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survival tips for this modern age or true no worries by pd Lyons #2


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survival tips for this modern age or True No Worries by pd lyons


true no worries by pd lyons

Thank You, by PD Lyons, as published by A New Ulster #29


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I was very happy that Amos Greig chose this a one of my pieces appearing in the #29 issue of A New Ulster!

Not sure when I first discovered Gabriel. I had known of his existence superficially. I was lent copies  by English majors back in the 80’s I think. Sat on my self til i gave them way. Any way years later – not quite a 100, I discovered/experienced one of the most wonderful artists I would ever know. The lush mystical worlds – the most wonderful novels I have ever read. And I would say that,  English literature was being saved by a man who wrote in Spanish. This is a poem I wrote on occasion of his death and my sitting out the back at my home in rural Ireland in the company of a fine Cuban and an exquisite bourbon…

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Thank You

My first cigar of…

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from the Magician’s Hat by pd lyons


Kindness

~

the girl in the high heel boots

wishes she could pull something out of me

that would make her feel better

 

something with a life of its own

something magical

something that might even bite her

before disappearing into her audience

 

but this hat drooled by any rain

hemmed by cough and smoke

hods only the emptiness of my life

 

realizing my face , no slight of hand

she reaches from her pocket

drops something useful so that i can pretend i found it.

 

 

 

c Mogan Lyons 2016

 

true


 

ever onward something goes

Poets that we love


who else could make guitar sound like the sun?

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Standing on the moon
With nothing else to do
A lovely view of heaven
But I’d rather be with you

Songwriters: GARCIA, JEROME J. / HUNTER, ROBERT C.
Standing On The Moon lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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Sweet Old World by Lucinda Williams


Paris by pd lyons

 

See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
The breath from your own lips, the touch of fingertips
A sweet and tender kiss
The sound of a midnight train, wearing someone’s ring
Someone calling your name
Somebody so warm cradled in your arm
Didn’t you think you were worth anything
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world

Millions of us in love, promises made good
Your own flesh and blood
Looking for some truth, dancing with no shoes
The beat, the rhythm, the blues
The pounding of your heart’s drum together with another one
Didn’t you think anyone loved you
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world [Repeat: x4]

 

Written by Lucinda Williams • Copyright © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

Immortal Beloved, by pd lyons


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Immortal Beloved

There is no such thing as Beethoven in Waterbury.
No one sees him buying race forms or cigarettes at Bauby’s corner.
He doesn’t play pin ball at Dazz’s,
chalk a cue at Gentlocks, pan handle a concert crowd at the Palace theatre,
order Blue Ribbon shorts at Backstreet’s or sit in Dresher’s after three sipping cool tall dark drafts.

He’s not protesting the war at Library Park,
selling acid from the Kingsbury hotel,
falling asleep on Christmas eve with a girl named Mary in the chapel of St. Johns church.
Strung out girls don’t get to build snowmen on the green with him
Mattatuck music can’t hire him to move their stock
and the old man at Palace Liquors can’t argue with him any-more.

Hare Krishna’s can’t get him to do their chanting.
Doorways where he stood out of the rain for hours are empty or are gone.

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“How could I have known that murder could sometimes smell like honeysuckle?” Double Idemnity


BEGUILING HOLLYWOOD

Definition of film noir

plural

film noirs

-ˈnwär(z)or

films noir

or

films noirs

-ˈnwär

  1. :  a type of crime film featuring cynical malevolent characters in a sleazy setting and an ominous atmosphere that is conveyed by shadowy photography and foreboding background music; also:  a film of this type

First Known Use: 1930

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When I am benumbed [14th c.] by the news I just adore [14th c.] a deep dive into language.

Source: the fabulous Merriam Webster.

How is everybody? Another few weeks of summer and then…?

I have been in a mood [12th c.]. Though I’ve tried to keep focused and continue work on my novel in progress. This past week we’ve been dealing with a roof rat infestation (I would plant a veritable forest under the eaves of my house, and a glorious wisteria vine—that I now have axed—otherwise…

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