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Children In Mourning


yaskhan

Virgin shrouds
Mourning wombs
Innocence cut short
Parents' lap
Empty broken
Shoulders weary
Eyes weighed
Bullets strayed
Nameless assail
Hopes frail.

When bombs fly
And sirens cry
Children cannot defy
They wonder if they 
Will live to see
Another dawn
Play and run all day long
And they wonder 
What the fighting is all about?

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may all who journey


yes

Pdlyons's Explorations

The Whole Day

-the whole day is practice.

lough lene

As Long As

-as long as we are in the present moment, we are relaxed. -– Ringu Tulku

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Year Book & Tramuda Blues by pd Lyons as printed in Muse Pie Press – Shot Glass Journal 2016


Thank you to the folks at Muse Pie Press- Shot Glass Journal

http://www.musepiepress.com/shotglass/index.html

for including two of mine in the issue #20 September 2016. It is nice to be wanted!

Year Book

these are the streets
I came from.
these are the people I knew;
who were gonna live forever.

names I cannot now recall
ways that I cannot find
places no longer there
unrecognisable even in daylight.

if you live long enough
no one will know what you’re talking about.

Tramuda Blues

woke up this afternoon
my arms still felt like they were holding you.
I had been dreaming about you,
probably because I slept cold on the floor
and wanted to be warm.

I tried to work some but your presence kept distracting me
until I couldn’t help but give in.
got dressed. got out by the reservoir
just in time to watch the first sunset of the year
when my breath came up like smoke

http://www.musepiepress.com/shotglass/index.html

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Thanh Tâm Tuyền | YOURS ALONE (19)


wonderful words here

SONGNGUTAITRAM

By Thanh Tâm Tuyền, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

 

YOURS ALONE

 

A window to the sky the unfamiliar eyes

the forehead wilderness

the quivered reminiscent tracks of the lips

across the cities full of hearts 

the pouring rain alone laughed

 

the heart a blue flame

embraced the winter

the pinky the innocent weave

of the afternoon

so cold were the rows of palings

through the countless roofs loved each other

innocent people refusing arms

palm to palm the hearth

dared not addle the closing eyelids

delivered a laugh and the autumn

and a (school boy’s love) letter 

 

(September 2021)

 

CỦA EM

 

Cửa sổ trời những mắt chưa quen

trán hoang đồng cỏ

run đường môi kỷ niệm

đi qua những thành phố đầy tim

cười đổ mưa một mình

 

trái tim ngọn lửa xanh

áp mùa đông

ngón tay út ngây…

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Marvel wordlessly


beautiful words beautiful photos. thank you!

The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son)

Monday 13th September 

Within the darkness
Just look carefully
For all the sparkles
Stars shine perfectly
Drink in the vista
Marvel wordlessly

Love you both
My precious sons
xxxxx

Quiet on Porthmeor Beach

Ready for a surf school group

Not many waves to catch

Low tide in the harbour

A few holidaymakers around

Self drive boats lined up

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Rededicated to Texas.


 

as read by the author ~

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

 

 

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.

as appearing in Unlikely Stories  unlikelystories.org 

 

Thank you all at Unlikely Stories Mark V !


https://www.unlikelystories.org/content/anorexia-nervosa-and-youth-yoga-and-reincarnation-for-diane

1Anorexia Nervosa

~
she has been
sacredness
to me
and in serving
her
i make an art,
of that which words
have been forbidden
i express
on my tight
white
canvas
a tale
everyone wants
to interpret
i cling to it
like a charm
~
she has been
sacredness
to me
with secret dark
eyes closed
behind
a sea
of objects
so safe
she does not
move me
but rather
causes me
to linger
a tip toe
from eternity
~
she has been
sacredness
to me
endowed
this ornamental flesh
a power
always yearned for
and i would
cut myself open
for her but this
she does not
ask for
~

 


Youth, Yoga, And Reincarnation/ for Diane

I am the darker mother
Walking away
The time is noon
The world in flames
We talk
You listen
But tears cannot bring us together
Our flesh not bound
By such things
I am the darker mother
Walking away
We shall not meet again.

2

Battered Women’s Services ~ https://www.bwss.org/

Martha Silano: Nothing I Did


oh the strength of our daughters. wonderful work

Vox Populi

In 6th grade Mrs. Kottler introduced a concept:

the googolplex: 10 x 10 to the 100th power.

Not infinity, she said. Infinity was larger.


My father said no infinity times, said all As,

no A-minuses. In 6th grade I devised a plan:

if I was perfect, if I made no sound.


Saturday morning I’d begin with the sinks,

the carpets, the lawn. Rake the clippings,

dust the shelf of Raggedy Anns.


If not one speck. If I did notlike

a girl or boy enough to be asked

to their house. If the space I took up


was smallerthan its opposite.

One particle of dust in the known

universe. How did I solve?


By dissolving: quiet, quiet. Less, less.

The sinks gleamed. I admired the lawn,

did everything he told me, including



When you’re 18? You’re on your own.

Out. I didn’t feel the need to be perfect

again until…

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


one for Texas

Pdlyons's Explorations

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…

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So Let’s Re-Dedicate This One to Texas


 

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

 

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.

as appearing in Unlikely Stories  unlikelystories.org 

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