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Dead Can Dance Yoga, music by dead can dance, poem by pd lyons

dead can dance – How Fortunate the Man with None:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlNi4dhKTGo
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Dead Can Dance Yoga

sometimes when quiet winter
bright enough with silver
opened windows
  incense shadows
a way of moving
without effort
a way of breath
without effort
a way without ache
karmicly non-existent
freely offered
 equally without effort

 

a time of true light
a time of true nature
where now the thousand years of darkness?

 

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dead can dance – Severance:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlNi4dhKTGo

the body has its own karma ~ a photo series by pd lyons

THE BODY HAS ITS OWN KARMA

paris by pd lyons

rings of saturn sci fi as read by the author PD Lyons

sci fi poem read by pd Lyons from Lost Worlds Vol 2 #11 1990~

King Laoghaire by pd lyons with ohotographs by the poet

King Laoghaire

Let the high hill speak for me:

Those who look shall see,

Full regalia compared

With stones of destiny.

Those with memory

Shall know

Cruelty the old belief?

Compare with loving points of Christianity.

Let the high hill speak for me:

Bishop or pagan disguise

Usurper, still by only lies

Once Bridgit discards such foreign shame –

Who will stand high on Tara Hill again?

originally published by the now defunct The Ides of March Journal September 2011. archives :  http://theidesofmarchjournal.blogspot.ie/2011_09_01_archive.html

the king in question was adversarial towards Patrick and the Christian ways. he was steadfast to the old religion. many years later there was a drive to get a new statute of St. Patrick built up on the hill of tara, the original seat of the high kings of Ireland. there was a request for poetry which would be included in a publication to be sold as generating revenue. not being overly Christian and wondering why the hill of tara should have a statue of Patrick – I wrote an submitted this poem, which was accepted by the organization. the book was never published because there was some benefactor(s) who donated all the cash needed.  later I sent it over to the Ides Of March people and they chose to publish it.

the two photographs were taken by my self at Tara Hill. The first on includes my daughter calling down the wind. The bottom one is a sunset shot.

Always grateful to Publisher: Lapwing Belfast

From Caribu & Sister Stones: Selected Poems . Publisher: Lapwing Belfast Selected by #deirdekearney #pdlyonspoet #lapwingpublications

Urge for Going, poetry by Joni Mitchell song versions by by Tom Rush, Joni & Mary Black

=I know this is from the beautiful poet Joni Mitchell but the song version i first heard was by Tom. I’ll include a version by her and one by Mary Black , another of my favorites. but first I Invite you

 to read the poetry before you listen  to the songs. today the sky is steel grey and the winter has found it’s way back into Spring time. Snow and the outside air hurts my fingers…

So give it a read and a listen yeah? Tell me he don’t make that guitar skate like  sharp blades upon a black ice lake….

 

Lyrics

I awoke today and found the frost perched on the town
It hovered in a frozen sky, then it gobbled summer down
When the sun turns traitor cold
And all trees are shivering in a naked row
I get the urge for going but I never seem to go
I get the urge for going
When the meadow grass is turning brown

Summertime is falling down and winter is closing in
I had me a man in summertime
He had summer-colored skin
And not another girl in town
My darling’s heart could win
But when the leaves fell on the ground
And bully winds came around pushed them face down in the snow
He got the urge for going and I had to let him go
He got the urge for going
When the meadow grass was turning brown

And summertime was falling down and winter was closing in
Now the warriors of winter they gave a cold triumphant shout
And all that stays is dying and all that lives is getting out
See the geese in chevron flight flapping and racing on before the snow
They’ve got the urge for going and they’ve got the wings so they can go
They get the urge for going
When the meadow grass is turning brown

Summertime is falling down and winter is closing in
I’ll ply the fire with kindling and pull the blankets to my chin
I’ll lock the vagrant winter out and I’ll bolt my wandering in
I’d like to call back summertime and have her stay for just another month or so
But she’s got the urge for going so I guess she’ll have to go
She get the urge for going when the meadow grass is turning brown
And all her empires are falling down
And winter’s closing in
And I get the urge for going when the meadow grass is turning brown
And summertime is falling down

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Joni Mitchell

Urge For Going lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Crazy Crow Music / Siquomb Music Publishing,

Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

 

my father’s birthday by pd lyons

today i remembered your birth day

typical me lacked the confidence 

so I verified by looking up your obit.

must say i still find it strange

you being gone.

its like something far away yet so close

i can almost touch.

fact is i still don’t know

what to make of it

even after all these years

 

John O’Dreams

Bill Caddick

When midnight comes and people homeward tread
Seek now your blanket and your feather bed
Home comes the rover his journeys over
Yield up the night time to old John O’Dreams

Across the hills the sun has gone astray
Tomorrows cares are many dreams away
They stars are flying your candle is dying
Yield up the darkness to old John O’Dreams

Both man and master in the night are one
All things are equal when the day is done
The prince and the ploughman, the slave and the freeman
All find their comfort in old John O’Dreams

When sleep it comes the dreams come running clear
The hawks of morning cannot reach you here
Sleep is a river, flow on forever
And for your boatman choose old John O’Dreams

Atlantic Seascape by pd lyons

the overwhelming wave

leaves me like a cork bobbing

on a sunny sea

nick cave, into my arms. video & lyrics/ Poets We Like & Live With

Into My Arms

I don’t believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did, I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you

Oh, not to touch a hair on your head
Leave you as you are
If he felt he had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, oh Lord
Into my arms, oh Lord
Into my arms, oh Lord
Into my arms

And I don’t believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that’s true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you

Both to each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, oh Lord
Into my arms, oh Lord
Into my arms, oh Lord
Into my arms

But I believe in Love
And I know that you do, too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candles burning
Make her journey bright and pure
That she’ll keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, oh Lord
Into my arms, oh Lord
Into my arms, oh Lord
Into my arms

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Nicholas Edward Cave

Into My Arms lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.