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Fallen Lilies by pd lyons


yes we will

Pdlyons's Explorations

We will surround you with silence

Like the voices of our children never to be heard again

We will surround you with fallen lilies

Like each of one our children cut mid bloom

We won’t ever know what to do

With a hypocrite’s thoughts and prayers

We won’t ever find anything

In a hypocrite’s concern for our grief

But we’ll not match the hardness of such hearts

By hardening our own

We will not meet such hearts with violence

We know too well that path of sorrow

So, we will meet you in silence

Like the voices of our children never to be heard again

We will meet you in fallen lilies

Like each one of our children cut mid bloom

Unlike you

We will do what must be done

Unlike you

We will remember and continue to find days to be thankful for

Mothers rocking babies rocking mothers

Fathers…

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liberated calligraphy #1 by pd lyons


Pdlyons's Explorations

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water lily

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倀

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blossom double

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cloud born

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unspoken pearls

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paling moonlight

†††††††††††潯湬楧桴

silk unraveled

††††††††††††††畮牡癥汬敤

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Inamorata


beauty is strength

afro-futurism scholar

we staring at each other
with our thoughts
circling down like moons
an ache rides down
between us
like a warm shower

longing rocking and shuddering
through us
as we watch the light of auras
meeting thoughts
foresight and imagination

we hover and peruse
no longer enigmatic or occult
our hands meeting
we crawl to each other
touching knees and thighs

your breath quickens
we both fixate and tremble
our lips crushed together
tongue meeting tongue
your teeth smeared with my lipstick
my teeth nibbling at your throat

your tears falling
upon my cheeks
already wet with my tears
you whisper
both wish and manifestation
Inamorata

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Waltzing the Night, by PD Lyons as published by Inquietudes Journal Issue 1: Ardor and Anguish


 

Waltzing the Night

We’d hold ourselves like prayers between each other
bare feet, beating hearts
soft by each breath
full moon kisses
beyond any daylight horizon

it was one o’ clock this morning.
woke up no particular reason
didn’t even need to pee.
kitchen floor so cold I hurt for shoes
stood there adjusting to Frigidaire light
three bottles of beer on the second shelf
opened one by the window
chugged a salute to those long
hard rain halos
this is not the city I used to know with you
maybe I go for another
maybe it’ll help me sleep
probably not
these days once I’m up
even beer can’t touch me

deserted even by the small comfort of your ghost
still I sway as if somehow
we’re dancing

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Email Question: Why Do I Reblog So Much?


i like it too

Dream Big, Dream Often

likes-reblogs

Rarely do I get perturbed by emails. I always try to be appreciative unless the emailer steps over the line and is over-critical or is offering me unsolicited advice-unsolicited advice might be one of my biggest pet-peeves by the way.

The other day I received an email from someone asking me “why do you reblog so damn much?” At first I thought why does it matter to this person how many times per day I hit the reblog button? But then I figured I would truly explain the reasoning behind my reblogging. As many of you know I have always used reblogging as a way to help other bloggers gain more exposure. It is my way to help grow the community of bloggers and help others connect. The funny thing is I don’t think I reblog that much. Maybe I do and just don’t realize it?!

I don’t consider reblogging…

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love poem by pd lyons inspired by the meeting on the turret stairs


National gallery of Ireland – Hellelil and Hildebrand, the Meeting on the Turret Stairs by Frederic William Burton

 

I know now

These cold stones

Lead up and down

to nowhere

 

I know now

These shadows

Indeed empty

Conceal not

your warm embrace

 

I know now

How little all else matters

Such as duty bound

or destiny

 

I know now

A love enduring

Having lost all

Is left with needing not.

 

When last my love we met here

Your strong arms to hold me

Barley room to turn my tears away

 

The kiss you stole

The kiss I gave

 

Only empty shadows now

Will meet me here upon the turret stairs

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