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The Israel Of My Heart, by PD LYONS


 

The Israel Of My Heart

 

stares like a stranger

sometimes from doorways almost in the rain

sometimes through haloed moonless streets

unable to make peace

unable to articulate

engaged none the less

the Israel of my heart

flows like tears

through my each and every step

 

how can I meet this darkness all alone?

it is through weeping not muscle

such chains are broken

 

 

 

Best Wishes To You All from the Dead & Me


so let me send you a poem i wish i wrote. Let each and every one who takes the time to read (or to listen) know this ~ if I could I would , if i knew the way i really would take you home.

best wishes
 

to you all for healthy safe and happy days.

Ripple

Grateful Dead

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music?
Would you hold it near as it were your own?It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they’re better left unsung
I don’t know, don’t really care
Let there be songs to fill the air Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full, may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go, no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall, you fall alone
If you should stand, then who’s to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you homeLa da da da…

Source: MusixmatchSongwriters: Garcia Jerome J / Hunter Robert CRipple lyrics © Ice Nine Publishing Co., Inc., Ice Nine Publishing Co. Inc., Ice Nine Publishing Co Inc.

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/

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/

Anorexia Nervosa poem and photography by pd lyons


Anorexia 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
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
~

this version originally published by Bone Orchard Poetry 11/2012 http://boneorchardpoetry.blogspot.ie/2012/11/pd-lyons.html

Back in the eighties I worked in a residential treatment centre in Litchfield Ct. called The Country Place. it was the first time I met people dealing with anorexia. Renee Nell, the woman who established and ran the centre was particularly interested in anorexia. She was respectfully mystified and intrigued with its manifestations and how difficult it was to treat.

 

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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

How the Green Witch Loved the Winter Man as read by the author


One for the winter days. Hope you all like it. Special thanks to Morgan for the video. From the collection of PD Lyons poetry, When You Worship Swans No Longer.

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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!

sometimes softly in ruff draft by pd lyons


So a few moths back as a graduation gift to our daughter we got to go back to Connecticut for a while. On the way over had the head set plugged in and listened to the Classic Rock section! Hendrix, Byrds, Dylan etc. filed a half a note book with scribbles, just getting to them now. And as i ‘m wanting to do a blog  post today i made it easy on myself and popped this little piece from what i’m doing right now – here. Hope its not to ruff for you.

 

 

sometimes softly comes to me

the smile of your long long ago joy

 

sometimes softly comes so vividly

an open car

your laughter

the sun all ripcord silk and shining 

 

Sometimes softly comes to me

a song you used to dance to

Ol time rock n roll

Doulble trouble shakes n all

A man and a woman a dock on a bay

 

Sometimes softer still

A kiss that dared

A possibility accepted

Your answers to

My questions

Long remembered

~

i love rock and/or roll

I love rock and’or roll!

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 P D Lyons Winner of the 2019 erbacce-prize for poetry


Thank you to the judges and to Erbacce Crew. I am humbled and honored by this. Cheers Alan!

 P D Lyons Winner of the 2019 erbacce-prize for poetry

The annual erbacce-prize for poetry is open from January 1st to May 1st every year. It is entirely FREE to enter thus it attracts top quality poets world-wide… in 2019 we had close to eight thousand entries and all were judged ‘blind’. P D Lyons was the outright winner! Below is the book we produced for him… it is sheer quality poetry, the whole book encompasses a simplicity coupled with deep insight; a truly beautiful collection which reveals more each time it is re-opened… (perfect-bound: 112pages)

http://erbacce-press.webeden.co.uk/p-d-lyons/4586525519

 

Through the generous support of  Westmeath County Council a limited edition of 50 numbered and signed copies are available to purchase direct from the poet at €20.00 to include standard postage world wide.  Please click on the cover below to order via PayPal

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How long my own unfitting skin is the night? by pd lyons


9.30.14. fore by pdlyonsphoto

she had come down from Gunnison

it had been a hard ride

 thin air refusing to support her

 old shoes raised and popped needed to be thrown away as soon as possible

~

 met for drinks at The Last Chance

she told me brief stories 

life in the wilderness

 ways of ghosts and proud flesh

we booked a room from the man who wore the star

~

make believe log cabins

steel spring mattress

Jim Beam on the bed side

we smoke silent shapes up at an invisible ceiling in the dark

I was happy to be there 

thought she was too

~

 

but somewhere after moon light

she had gotten up

knelt by the drifty  window

to whatever she prayed all i could make out was –

 

How long my own unfitting skin is the night?

 

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