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mmmmm

Conduct yourself with this wisdom ~

Eventually it will all disappear.

courage ~


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unlikely stories October 5, 2020. two pieces read by pd lyons


The work of pd Lyons has appeared in print and online publications throughout the world. Poetry collections have been published by Lapwing Press, Belfast, erbacce-Press, Liverpool & Westmeath Arts Council Ireland. pd was selected to participate in Human Rights Consortium at the School of Advanced Study, University of London publication titled ‘In Protest: 150 Poems for Human Rights’. He won the 2019 erbacce-press International Poetry Prize. pd was and raised in the USA, and currently resides in Ireland. pd recommends Battered Women’s Support Services. https://www.bwss.org/

I cannot help your violence with like buttons

you will rape and cane and without impunity

the endless buttons of social crap

won’t hold you back or stop your hand

no matter what no beggar rides those wishes

electronic opiate for the masses

here in the ivory lands all artists are social redeemers

we are changing the world with our six figure canvasses

we are enlightening millions with our

xenophobic obscurity poetry

and our novels not just stories

but writers of all wrongs

justifiers of all justices

here in the ivory lands

even our clothes works of art changing seasonally

the betterment of all mankind

In My Country Women walk on eggshells

The way they dress is a rapist’s defence strategy

Their silence confers consent. Their bodies always up for grabs

In every way There is no privacy especially of the womb

They may be legally and religiously sacrificed on the altar of boys-will-be-boys

They may be murdered at will But have dubious right to self defence

They are not heard They are not believed They are not counted

Their labour not valued

That they are Our mothers Our sisters Our daughters Our beloved

May be conveniently ignored

Easier then to believe, They are property

of the god

of the party

the state

At Unlikely Stories, we believe in change. We believe in literature and art as a focus for change—a transformative force that is powerful, but also subtle and complex, capable of not only challenging political regimes, but also the emotional and spiritual issues that enable toxic political regimes to thrive. We don’t believe in change through platitudes, but rather through art that’s as bloody and passionate as it is original. – Jonathan Penton, editor-in-chief

https://www.unlikelystories.org/

Women We Should Know ~ all of them. STOP BEING SILENT


 

Lost Unto This World

I was once some mother’s darlin’
Some daddy’s little girl
More precious than the ruby
More cherished than the pearl
My heart was full of mercy
And my forehead full of curl
Now I am nothing and am lost unto this world
I am lost unto this world…
They herded me like cattle
Cut me down like corn
Took me from my babies
Before they could be born
You can blame it on the famine
You can blame it on the war
You can blame it on the devil
It don’t matter anymore
I am lost unto this world…
I was tortured in the desert
I was raped out on the piain
I was murdered by the high way
And my cries went up in vain
My blood is on the mountain
My blood is on the sand
My blood runs in the river
That now washes through their hands
I am lost unto this world…
Can I get no witness this unholy tale to teil
Was God the only one there watching
And weeping as l feil
O you among the living
Will you remember me at all
Will you write my name out
With a single finger scrawl
Across a broken window
In some long forgotten wall
That goes stretching out forever
Where the tears of heaven fall
I am lost unto this world…
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Emmylou Harris / Daniel Roland Lanois
Lost Unto This World lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

 

Why Poetry Matters ~ Scott Griffin, TEDx Talks


 

 

 

TEDx Talks

 
Scott Griffin is a Canadian businessman and philanthropist best known for founding the Griffin Poetry Prize, one of the world’s most generous poetry awards in 2000, and Poetry In Voice, a recitation competition for Canadian high schools. He is also the Chancellor of Bishop’s University. Chancellor Griffin sits on several NGO boards, as a director of Canadian Executive Services Overseas (CESO), a volunteer advisor to CESO, and a director of African Medical and Research Foundation (AMREF) Canada. In 2006, Chancellor Griffin published a memoir entitled My Heart is Africa that recounted his two-year aviation adventure starting in 1996, working for the Flying Doctors Service in Africa. He was appointed an officer of the Order of Canada in December, 2012. His talk explores the importance of poetry in society. 
 
 

WHY? opinion/poem by pd lyons


 

WHY?
because three police officers stood watching

as a fourth knelt on the neck of an American Citizen for over 8 minuets ~

until he couldn’t breathe
until he cried out for his mama
until he stopped moving
until over a minute after the ambulance arrived

until he was dead
that’s why.

Today – a walk poem by pd lyons


today 

down the road

pigs were screaming

from whatever cruelties  men

who could not figure out  other ways to maintain a lifestyle

inflicted

True democracy ~ opinion by pd lyons


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See I was taught that democracy takes courage. The courage to allow the rights of the other. Not only their right to exist but their rights of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. That it takes democratic courage to allow the other a voice, a choice, a privacy, an equality.

The belief that majority rules is erroneous with regards  to true democracy. Otherwise everything depends on the personal belief of the many. This is only might makes right, this is not democracy. Democracy is the courage of all to allow the human and civil rights of all.

The question we should be asking people is – do you really want to live in a country where the your rights and the rights of others may justifiably be revoked every time the majority demographic shifts?

Today when I look at my country that’s what I  see. Rather than the nurturing of courage, it seems to perpetuate the right to bully, the right to instill fear, the right to make money at all costs, the right of might – with no regard for the amount of misery, tragedy, or  instability it causes  its own citizens or the rest of world.

It has always taken extreme courage to be democratic. It still does.

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In My Country, by Pd Lyons Poetry


 

In My Country

 

Women walk on eggshells

The way they dress  a rapist’s defense strategy

Their silence confers consent

Their bodies always up for grabs

In every way

There is no privacy especially of the womb

They may be legally and religiously sacrificed on the altar of boys-will-be-boys

They may be murdered at will

But have dubious right to self defense

They are not heard

They are not believed

They are not counted

Their labour not valued

That they are

Our mothers

Our sisters

Our daughters

Our beloved

May be conveniently ignored

Easier then to believe,

They are property

of the male

of the party

the state

a shining steady chorus of Ah! by PD Lyons Poetry


 

sometimes

i just let the day go 

awareness, not of the passing

but of the being.

not moments, minutes, hours

but seeing, hearing, feeling

tasting, smelling, thinking.

free of linear, lists, concept, naming,

ever thing, any thing.

a true knowing

a shining quiet steady chorus of Ah…

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