Monthly Archives: February 2022

Old Shirt by pd lyons as published by The Legendary

Old Shirt
walking laying
sleeping eating
over-steamed radiators
warm spells February spring
the colour is good
fit is right and when I catch myself
passing mirrors in hallways
shop windows
turned off televisions
who am I
breath caught a moment
Old shirt smell
still me
still who I was
and am now
in need of a shower

as published by The Legendary   

(May 20, 2010. Issue 17.)


~~~~~~~~~~~~war by pd lyons~~~~~~~~~






it all begins in a small room

a bathroom

a shower stall

a butcher shop

an abattoir


under a clear bulb

shadows held

breath sharp stop

mechanically pursued


always  in a small room







fluid in release

c Mogan Lyons 2016

the cause & continuation of suffering

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Some mini flowers also increase beauty of garden.

The Journey

Nature gives us lot of beautiful gifts like flowers, fruits , plants and trees .

Have a look on some mini flowers bloom in my home garden.

Aboli flower

Happy Gardening. Have a beautiful day.

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Billy the Kid… from Lessons on Western Riding (draft) by PD Lyons

So here’s the next one from Lessons… Back in 1983ish I did get to travel to what was then West Germany. Spent a January in Hamburg with excursions to Vienna, Lubeck and other winter wonderlands. Then in 1990ish I got to learn how to ride horses. So this poem puts the two worlds together. Hopefully in a way that makes more sense that this pre ramble. cheers.  



Billy The Kid in Hamburg


On the run from what he didn’t know

Brought his six guns, slid down his hat, Night robbing trains by lantern light.


Secret señorita homesick for palm trees & tequila

Small stories of her Badlands youth

Explains to him the length of her long legs

And how she knew she’d never have his kids.


Down in the Reeperbahn*, softly smoking Cigarettes he didn’t know how to roll, so she did.

As if hot grog and sailors would deter him from whatever treasures he’d go back for.


And she’d hear how he’d gone for some golden princess steeple swayed,

Belief in orthodoxy still strong especially when so far away from home

Until eventually surrounded by things even he could not deny,

Wrapped his pistols in dirty laundry packed in a trunk,

Trusted to the stations of trains, fortune of strange ports.


Back in the land where he was born.

Severely betrayed, nearly captured on the river

Escaped by some woman so strong she scared him

But from whom he learned to ride –

Life of horses, Long constantly moving horizons,

Real living breathing freedom between his legs.


And whoever couldn’t understand his guns, Abide the smell of horses

 Take those chances freely offered, wouldn’t they still love him?

Lead him to parlours, boudoirs, Soft green grassy banks secluded by whatever river –

Until once more his own true nature breaks their law?


*Reeperbahn ~ The Reeperbahn (German: [ˈʁeːpɐˌbaːn] (audio speaker iconlisten)) is a street and entertainment district in Hamburg‘s St. Pauli district, one of the two centres of Hamburg’s nightlife (the other being Sternschanze) and also the city’s major red-light district. In German, it is also nicknamed die sündigste Meile (the most sinful mile) and Kiez. The Reeperbahn Festival is among the largest club festivals.



Poem from unpublished manuscript : Lessons on Western Riding by PD Lyons

This is the first poem from the collection, Lessons on Western Riding by PD Lyons. Many years ago I spent some time working/living/loving with horses. The poems represent the many aspects of that relationship. Selected from poetry written over the past 40 years or so. Hope you find something to like here. My intention is to post the whole manuscript more or less on the blog. Good luck. Bye!


occasional it happens

stray song over the kitchen radio

old photo tucked in a book that for no reason I’ve  picked to thumb through

I hardly let it pause me

I usually just keep going

occasional it happens

my old bones do an old ache

glimpse that crooked clavicle in the bathroom mirror

hardly let it pause me

usually just keep going

occasional it happens

strong scent of well-oiled leather maybe someone’s coat

packed tight on the morning train

mists trough the damp windows

shadows moving up the hills

hardly let it pause me

usually just keep going

occasional it happens

but you know sometimes when it does

I just don’t feel like moving

stay right there face the tears

yeah, sometimes I miss the horse days

sometimes I just fucking do


Lê Vĩnh Tài | no. 1:9 – Good poetry is what…

another delight with lovely art work

morgan knows, poem by pd lyons


Morgan Knows

The night has its own creatures

Familiars like foxes, bats,

Owls, green eye cats

And others more unique –

Those without a day time shape

Shifting shadow colour forms

Billow through dissolving walls

Entwine upon her outstretched arms

Fed on darkness through the night

Until there’s nothing left but light



with wings

maybe there is this kitchen, random on the spot by pd lyons

theres no place left to walk

there no where ever to go

and whatever might need doing

sure it’ll just get un done


so maybe there is this kitchen

maybe the coffees ready

and all the sun that hasn’t shined

decides to forget about winter and

hang around these windows instead


what could i do to tell you

what could i say to show you

one day when we were not yet old

didn’t we have so many things to do

and despite all that busy we still found out who we were


but now at the end of music

now close to the end of time

now that i’m just on my own

seems like loneliness is ok

some new girl on the stereo

reminding me

a few minutes

to remember

a few minutes beyond regret

you and me

once young

once upon a time

maybe you ‘ll come by

before its too far gone today

i’ll put more coffee on

i’ll share these new tunes with you

and the sun will smile even brighter

or maybe its just me

a bunch of yellow flowers in a jug

a sink of dirty dishes

an old pointer dog greeting you with what was silent tail wag




white onions, black slate, tomatoes in a crockery bowl on an oak table with hen – photographs











 white onions, black slate, tomatoes in a crockery bowl on an oak table with hen 





DSC_2280Hen image from the cover of Chickens The essential Guide by Suzie Baldwin, Photographs by Christian Barnett, published by Kyle Books 2012 London.

In my opinion a very very excellent book on hens and all things hennish.

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