Baskin-Robbins, poetry and photo by pd lyons

Baskin-Robbins

Sixty- two Chevy pick up
Bondo dust and shot exhaust
Your brother driving 84 east
Neil on the radio
I smoked a million cigarettes
So you wouldn’t try n kiss me
Not cause of that but because your brother already wanted to kill me
Was only driving me to Waterbury
So I wouldn’t have no excuse
To hang around you

Cowgirl in the sand

How You Look Today, by Pd Lyons

How You Look Today

you ask for
softer clothes
something
complimentary
to nudity
you remember
types of
warm
lips
firm fingers
drapesing rhapsodly
you think of time
patiently
savouring lozgenly
past loves
live moments
even regret
luxurious
soon wrapping
silk confidence
check mate your way out
silver day bright
sheer white
high altitude blue
a waiting

blue hydrangea

first published by the Galway Review 12.11.12

http://thegalwayreview.com/

W. B. Yeats, poets we like and live with – Politics by W.B.

Yeats has always been a favorite of what I call true poets. Luckily he was not beaten out of me in any school. Never had a Yeats exam. Although in university where I learned to love Shakespeare by being taught how too  read him, I was also exposed to Yeats in a more formal setting. But Yeats had come to me long before – O human child, Wandering Angus, Byzantium…. always on my fathers bookshelves or on the Clancy brother records. And at that early time in my relation ship with my now dearest partner – you know when signs, coincidence and such were so import to see if we really matched – I definitely   noticed my old friend, Yeats upon her bookshelves and took it for a good omen.

So while looking up Byzantium, I found this little gem – the last poem. Considered by some to be the last written before his death. I had never read before or if I did it faded long ago into the country not fit for old me. No matter why or how I’ll happily take it. Always wonderful to find a gem even if it might be simply  misplaced – still feels new to me.

My daughter is “doing” Sailing to Byzantium for her Leaving Cert exam.  She was happy when  I told her I’d bet her 100.00 that even they wouldn’t be able to kill it for her.

See that’s the thing about true poets, they are very subversive. not because they are radical or violent of shocking though they can be – its because they are the archetypal  human voice that always speaks to those with ears to hear and even those who don’t have such ears? It sounds kinda good to them too.  So a little gem from ol me to whoever you. Enjoy –

Politics

By William Butler Yeats 

‘In our time the destiny of man presents its meanings in political terms.’ – THOMAS MANN.

How can I, that girl standing there,

My attention fix

On Roman or on Russian

Or on Spanish politics,

Yet here’s a travelled man that knows

What he talks about,

And there’s a politician

That has both read and thought,

And maybe what they say is true

Of war and war’s alarms,

But O that I were young again

And held her in my arms.

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/249168

W. B. Yeats, “Politics” from Last Poems (1938-1939). Copyright © 1939 by W. B. Yeats.  Reprinted by permission of Scribner (Simon & Schuster, Inc.).

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Politics_%28poem%29

“Politics” is a poem by Irish poet William Butler Yeats written on May 24, 1938. It was composed during the time of the Spanish Civil War as well as during the pre-war period of Adolf Hitler‘s Third Reich in Germany. The poem hints at the political situations of Rome (or Italy), Russia, and Spain, but ultimately discusses topics more relevant to private human interaction rather than public, or political situations

Poets that we love

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

Women We Should Know – Elizabeth ” Brave Bessie” Coleman

 

Born on January 26, 1892 in Atlanta, Texas, Bessie Coleman was one of 13 children to Susan and George Coleman, who both worked as sharcroppers.   http://www.biography.com/people/bessie-coleman-36928#awesm=~oF0BOHRrIMTtVR

 

 

 

 

Elizabeth “Bessie” Coleman (January 26, 1892 – April 30, 1926) was an American civil aviator. She was the first female pilot of African American descent^[1] and the first person of African-American descent to hold an international pilot license http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bessie_Coleman

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jYYy-dT44

 

 

 

 

I refused to take no for an answer.

Bessie Coleman

Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/b/bessie_coleman.html#dmH0Iuceqog76HHZ.99

I refused to take no for an answer.

Bessie Coleman

Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/b/bessie_coleman.html#dmH0Iuceqog76HHZ.99

 

 

bowl of fruit, words & photos by pd lyons

cheese sandwich & white wine breakfast

try to keep these pages from the mayonnaise

I am not really a poet,

I just can’t write long stories

~

How plain

this poem

about breakfast

so 

boring

like a painting of a bowl of fruit

or something.

April 27, 1978

there are some of these still available. why not consider …

every purchase is an inspiration to the artist!

Limited signed editions. Inscribed as you wish. email pdlyonspoet@yahoo.co.uk to make sure we have them in stock.

once they are gone they are gone! hence the term limited. You can find excerpts from these through out the blog and on you tube.

These would be more or less poems regarding my urban youth in a small New England city ~ Waterbury Ct. Inspired by the ’70s and beyond…

“… 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)

Limited to an initial special edition of 50.

Poetry inspired by the village of Fore County Westmeath and surrounding areas of Ireland, by an Irish American poet.

6″ x 9″ (15.24 x 22.86 cm)
Black & White on Cream paper
102 pages

ISBN-13: 978-1976478130
ISBN-10: 1976478138
BISAC: Literary Collections / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh

“PD Lyons work stands at the threshold so loved in Ireland. That almost magical, almost mythical, almost otherworldly parallel that the Irish dip in and out of. Where we chose to believe in luck and superstition and destiny and embrace these as tangible factors in our daily lives. – from the forward by Una O’Neill D’Arcy, Journalist/Freelance Writer

Thank you in advance for supporting this project!

Special First Edition Limited to 150: each numbered and signed by the poet.

Either edition is 20.00 euros each. This includes world wide regular postage and padded envelope.

If you order one of each then will ship for 30.00

Please contact the author via pdlyonspoet@yahoo.co.uk for any queries

Thank you in advance for any support. Remember sharing is also caring.

cheers.

good luck bye

there are some of these still available. why not consider …

every purchase is an inspiration to the artist!

Limited signed editions. Inscribed as you wish. email pdlyonspoet@yahoo.co.uk to make sure we have them in stock.

once they are gone they are gone! hence the term limited. You can find excerpts from these through out the blog and on you tube.

These would be more or less poems regarding my urban youth in a small New England city ~ Waterbury Ct. Inspired by the ’70s and beyond…

“… 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)

Limited to an initial special edition of 50.

Poetry inspired by the village of Fore County Westmeath and surrounding areas of Ireland, by an Irish American poet.

6″ x 9″ (15.24 x 22.86 cm)
Black & White on Cream paper
102 pages

ISBN-13: 978-1976478130
ISBN-10: 1976478138
BISAC: Literary Collections / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh

“PD Lyons work stands at the threshold so loved in Ireland. That almost magical, almost mythical, almost otherworldly parallel that the Irish dip in and out of. Where we chose to believe in luck and superstition and destiny and embrace these as tangible factors in our daily lives. – from the forward by Una O’Neill D’Arcy, Journalist/Freelance Writer

Thank you in advance for supporting this project!

Special First Edition Limited to 150: each numbered and signed by the poet.

Either edition is 20.00 euros each. This includes world wide regular postage and padded envelope.

If you order one of each then will ship for 30.00

Please contact the author via pdlyonspoet@yahoo.co.uk for any queries

Thank you in advance for any support. Remember sharing is also caring.

cheers.

good luck bye

The Yearning / El Anhelo , a snippet by pd lyons

so back in bed with the morning coffee. needed to make some poetical notes, rummage for a piece of paper . found a hardly used note book from 2012 in the dresser drawer as one does. anyway scribbled what i needed to and then found this little bit of a poem. thought; should blog it. later in the kitchen doing some clean up popped on a CD hadn’t played in years Carrie Rodriguez, the last song on the cd done in Spanish. “La Punalada Trapere”. Had no idea what it meant but thought it might be cool with the poem. in looking for a you tube to post here, found one with her doing the song live on a radio show, she tells the interview where it comes from, her great aunt Eva Graza.

so here is the poem, which i would title “The Yearning / El Anhelo “, which is not about the song and the two versions of the song which is not about the poem but somehow of course they go together with my morning coffee, my kitchen chores and my long illustrious life. from here in Ireland. adiosa. mind how you go & watch your back.

 

all night

waiting

nothing but moon light and stars

where is the one who loves me

where is the the one I love

 

 

all night

 waiting

nothing but moonlight and stars

only the night

only the night

only the night

hears me whisper

over and over

his name

 

 

5.Sept.2012

 

snippet from the midnights

it was a long distant thing

wound through midnight

only years not just slender

rather deep meanderings

crossing radio waves rode

such music never knowing separation

immediate transpiring

heart

heart

savoring  wu li dances

deeper the space  purer the ecstasy

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dancing_Wu_Li_Masters