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never mind the other guy


never mind the other guy.

you need to ask yourself – what am i going to do to make the world a better place?

sit around and wait til i have a billion dollars or…

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the body has its own karma –


THE BODY HAS ITS OWN KARMA

paris by pd lyons

draped in white your invisible hands , poem and photography by pd lyons


 

 

 

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went down by the house you used to live in

all the windows had the same curtains

the one where your bedroom was was open

for a moment

draped in white

your invisible hands

wave

~

 

Rattlesnake Spells by pd lyons with photos


pdlyons photography

 

Rattlesnake Spells

A blind man on acid
Finger reads the face of god
 
His name
The colour of mirrors still wishing to be ravens

 

mix media by morgan lyons

 

pdlyons photography

no matter how justified he felt for doing more by pd lyons


maybe better to not do

not anything, but specific things like

not belittle or condescend?

like not be such a coward

projecting targets outward with vengeance?

or maybe quite simply not being around

allowing the healing process to be unhindered

no matter how justified he felt for doing more?

 

through her he was to know god by pd lyons


through her he was to know god

she brought him inward

through a darkness full of wonder

empty of fear

she shared him mysteries

free from all that was jagged

it was not big

it was not seduction

it was an encompassing healing

a grace full of joyful weeping

silence the first breath he ever fully took her beauty communion

Title Piece from newest release


WORSHIP SWANS NO LONGER

When you worship swans no longer

Will you find your way to me?

Smoke rising in a breathless voice

Winding between shade and sun

 A dream begun on dew drops

  Daring midday like a ghost

Vowing never to fly

From your embrace

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

Price includes worldwide shipping by regular post in padded envelope.

20.00 dollars US /15 euros Ireland /20 euros rest of Europe /15 UK sterling

Items shipped upon receipt of order (purchase through Paypal)

Contact: pdlyonspoet@yahoo.co.uk

With your shipping information and any queries.

Additional inscription on request.

(Numbered books selected randomly)

“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!

Exciting Announcement!


 

When You Worship Swans No Longer: Poetry by

by P D Lyons

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

 

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

 

Price includes worldwide shipping by regular post in padded envelope.

20.00 dollars US/15 euros Ireland/20 euros rest of Europe/15. sterling

Items shipped upon receipt of order (purchase through Paypal)

Contact: pdlyonspoet@yahoo.co.uk

With your shipping information and any queries.

Additional inscription on request.

(Numbered books selected randomly)

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Thank you in advance for supporting this project!

 

 

poetry & photography by pd lyons


 

In the Language of Flowers, It Meant We are Already Dead

 

 

Beside whatever water there was there

Over flowing bowl an undulate of green tendrils

Draped swan songs

Left morning a capture of sorrow

She reached out to nothing there

She reached out to something ridged

Pulling itself from her heart

In and out

A pornograph of pain

The table set with only bones

Memories picked clean

A criticism of cutlery

Every single question ever asked –

A useless pointlessness recycling

Long beautiful bird like creature


 

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all American

blonde

brown

long

tribal denim

horizontal

perfections

my eyes caught.

 

 

a voice more melodic than my own

breasts smaller than I have known

 

smiles through

even me the stranger

gone

 

 

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