Somehow Coming out at Robin’s House… from As if the Rain Fell in ordinary Time by PD Lyons

Originally published by Subterranean Blue Poetry this was part of the winning entriy for the erbacce poetry prize 2019. I once worked in a Jungian  residential treatment ctr. in Litchfield Ct. Robin worked there too as did Eva who got lost with me once in a dream of deep winters

Somehow Coming out at Robin’s House Where She Rescued Us with Coffee

 

That morning we walked into the snow

Across old farm lands

Over walls of field stone

The flakes large steady

Making it hard to see anything but them.

We’d stumble.

We’d fall.

Each of us

Quick to help the other.

Laugh sometimes,

Kiss sometimes.

Push ourselves forward.

Always forward.

semi shelter of thin woods,

some nameless river,

steepening ridge.

swirls of ever deepening ever dancing

mesmerised not bothering to melt snow

Clung

Like new eyelashes,

Like soft old useless flannel,

Like wishes form a childhood

Unable to be blown away

Or ever to come true.

 

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The annual erbacce-prize for poetry is open from January 1st to May 1st every year. It is entirely FREE to enter thus it attracts top quality poets world-wide… in 2019 we had close to eight thousand entries and all were judged ‘blind’. P D Lyons was the outright winner! Below is the book we produced for him… it is sheer quality poetry, the whole book encompasses a simplicity coupled with deep insight; a truly beautiful collection which reveals more each time it is re-opened… (perfect-bound: 112 pages)

http://erbacce-press.webeden.co.uk/p-d-lyons/4586525519

 

International Poetry Prize Winning Book Launch – As if the Rain October 16…

Poet PD Lyons will be reading form his 2019 erbacce international poetry prize winning collection. Through the generous support of Westmeath County Council a limited edition of 50 numbered and signed copies are available to purchase direct from the poet at 14.50.

If you cannot attend you may purchase €20.00 to include standard postage world wide. Please email pdlyonspoet@yahoo.co.uk or click on book photo to order via PayPal

Wednesday, October 16, 2019 at 6:45 PM – 7:45 PM

Westmeath County Council  Library Castlepollard

Mullingar Road, Castlepollard 044 9332199

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Wednesday, October 16, 2019 at 6:45 PM – 7:45 PM

Westmeath County Council  Library Castlepollard

Mullingar Road, Castlepollard 044 9332199

International Poetry Prize Winning Book Launch – As if the Rain

Poet PD Lyons will be reading form his 2019 erbacce international poetry prize winning collection. Through the generous support of Westmeath County Council a limited edition of 50 numbered and signed copies are available to purchase direct from the poet at 14.50.

If you cannot attend you may purchase €20.00 to include standard postage world wide. Please email pdlyonspoet@yahoo.co.uk or click on book photo to order via PayPal

ruff fragment from : ceremonies of the horsemen, by pd lyons

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“I support the whole universe with a single fragment of myself” – Bhagavad Gita

there will be a time when I walk alone no possibility of interruption, no sense of anything but wonder. ready to go anywhere – I will alone step upon a beach of star dust, a twilight evening morning without distractions of any sun rise. Body resembling translucent moons encircled with rings like Jupiter silver oh you know what I mean.

to walk alone totally alone; the great adventure that. every step a holy ground, every step unknown places beckoning without distraction. the only one around, me walking without reluctance across the universe. And when like some great invisible hand reaches out cupping me as if my whole body but a sweet lovers cheek, the last eyes I see before I know of eyes no longer? my own reflected back across an endless sky as if in…

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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

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true no worries by pd lyons

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Sometime in this Writing Life – Sitting at the Picnic Table I Made or Rather Assembled, Ruff – by PD Lyons

 

Jefferson Airplane Volunteers  through the windows

Wide open

Cranked up.

Cohiba burning fine.

Smoke drifts fat across a still September

Evening sun cast shadows

Dog tearing up an old sock for fun

skids upon the driveway gravel.

I’m even able to do

smoke rings

while i write

magenta letters

white  loose blue line paper

relieved from all misery of updated software.

This, not anything else is

Why.

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Volunteers_(Jefferson_Airplane_album)

Altar of the Virgin of Guadalupe in Notre – Dame 2016

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Virgin of Guadalupe Notre – Dame

Altar of the Virgin of Guadalupe in Notre – Dame 2016

Altar of the Virgin of Guadalupe in Notre – Dame 2016

Altar of the Virgin of Guadalupe in Notre – Dame

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sometimes softly in ruff draft by pd lyons

So a few moths back as a graduation gift to our daughter we got to go back to Connecticut for a while. On the way over had the head set plugged in and listened to the Classic Rock section! Hendrix, Byrds, Dylan etc. filed a half a note book with scribbles, just getting to them now. And as i ‘m wanting to do a blog  post today i made it easy on myself and popped this little piece from what i’m doing right now – here. Hope its not to ruff for you.

 

 

sometimes softly comes to me

the smile of your long long ago joy

 

sometimes softly comes so vividly

an open car

your laughter

the sun all ripcord silk and shining 

 

Sometimes softly comes to me

a song you used to dance to

Ol time rock n roll

Doulble trouble shakes n all

A man and a woman a dock on a bay

 

Sometimes softer still

A kiss that dared

A possibility accepted

Your answers to

My questions

Long remembered

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I love rock and’or roll!

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Sometimes in this Writing Life

Critters fed

Bread in the oven

Kitchen cleaned

REM  And I Feel Fine : Best of the IRS Years through out the house

Shelly’s landed safely in Toronto

Dog sleeps in the sun

And so it goes…

pdlyons photography. Topsmead Litchfield Ct.

Day 2483: Crowded

The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally

As usual, my mind is crowded with lots of thoughts, including ideas about what to write about in today’s blog post.

Last night, I watched part of the debate among the crowded field of Democratic candidates for President of these United States. Did anybody stand out from the crowd, for you?

Yesterday, my day was crowded with three Coping and Healing groups — two for patients and one for staff.

In one of the groups, I handed out the Rumi poem “The Guest House” which mentions “a crowd of sorrows.”

I love this kind of acceptance of whatever thought or feeling enters our crowded hearts and minds. In other words, nothing we feel or think should be considered trash.

The white boards in the group rooms were crowded with lots of topics.

The word “unexpected” stood out from one of those crowded lists.

It looks like the letter “D” has…

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