who is it knows the story is a story by pd lyons


   I come from a story

first told by my mother and my father

then friends siblings schools streets woodlands lovers enemies partners children

only now the story somewhat long do i consider –

who is it knows the story is a story

where is that part of me?

and is that the same part that has always filled

the empty space between the lines

with poetry.

 

25.April.2019

 

william

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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?

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Photographs from a Scorpion Night, by pd lyons


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How You Look Today, by Pd Lyons


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How You Look Today

you ask for
softer clothes
something
complimentary
to nudity
you remember
types of
warm
lips
firm fingers
drapesing rhapsodly
you think of time
patiently
savouring lozgenly
past loves
live moments
even regret
luxurious
soon wrapping
silk confidence
check mate your way out
silver day bright
sheer white
high altitude blue
a waiting

blue hydrangea blue hydrangea

first published by the Galway Review 12.11.12

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Loretta’s Piece a poem by pd lyons from The Women Retrospect


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(photographer unknown) (photographer unknown)

Loretta’s Piece
(12.09.73.)

Rose was first thought
remembering was coming
but put back almost worn out.

Now – when roses bloom
not trying for anything.

Now when I am and am not
then or pretty soon.

Now when words burn meaningless
giving warmth
to bodies
already left behind
the thoughts are all,
growing weeds
coiling snakes
blooming
gaping
the flesh we cared for
the planet we cared for
the stars we strived for.

a version of this was published by Thunder Clap 2010/2011

at this time I was a student at Crosby high school in Waterbury ct. I had been a poet for about 5-6 years since having decided  at the age of 12, to be one. Loretta was a class mate/friend/muse. we’d spend many an afternoon class sitting in the back talking and writing. its been a lifetime since I’ve seen her. she still lives in Connecticut…

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Because of You: A Look Back at 2018


Your Stories. Your Wall.

aug_rick whitacre The Vietnam Veterans Memorial. Photo credit: Rick Whitacre

Because of you, VVMF can carry out its mission to honor and preserve the legacy of service in America and educate all generations about the impact of the Vietnam War and era.

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  • Unveiled an all-new The Wall That Healsexhibit with a larger three quarter-scale Wall replica and all-new mobile Education Center. In 2018, The Wall That Heals visited 38 communities in 26 states to spread The Wall’s healing legacy to more than 400,000 visitors, including 35,000 Vietnam veterans. Guided tours of the exhibit were provided to nearly 21,000 students.
  • Installed a new and improved In Memory plaque that is raised…

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truth of youth


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stronger

sleeker

smarter

better

wet ourselves at the sight of each other

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memorial by pd lyons


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ever onward let me go
ever onward let me go home

this world of lamentation
these buds of easy bloom

you don’t know where
but i’ll find my way

so let me go

i’ll leave a little light for you – if i can

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When You Worship Swans No Longer Poetry By PD Lyons 30 March 2019


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“Everyone has their Vietnam” excerpt from At Hell’s Gate by Claude A. Thomas


 

And I would say that while we have to talk we don’t have to be foiled by limitations. Never a good idea to push too hard or go to fast. Some people can write books, speak up in public. Others may be able to do so in anonymous group settings or with a close friend or loved one. Maybe you start by talking to an empty room, alone on a forest walk or in your car? Or maybe you too will find that weeping into a pillow is the starting point. Where ever and how ever – the important thing is to begin. To speak truth, begin where you can and as you are able. Keep going at your own pace. The benefits will be amazing. With best wishes and every respect. – PD Lyons

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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