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A Mandala of Dinosaurs, A Message of Lovers, A Mostly of Crows, by pd lyons

A Mandala of Dinosaurs, A Message of Lovers, A Mostly of Crows



A mandala of dinosaurs      A pestilence of motorcyclists


A red sky of warnings      A coyote of marzipan


A zygote of intelligence      Crystal of Elan-ists


Soda of psychopaths      Preponderance of dictators


Herald of crows      Kansas of superpowers


An eclipse of educators      Blessing of coffees


An autumn of smudges      A winter of geese


A summer of topiaries      A spring of dreams


Empire of penises      A squander of vaginas


A catapult of efforts      A plethora of crows


An envy of ravens      A parcel of pachyderms


A coagulant of desires     A Mercury of fish


Kick-start of starlings     Meandering of serpents


Bucket of worms      Sack of cats


A giggle of girls      Shyness of boys


A Saladin of wisdoms      A crisis of faiths


A plague of religions      Carpet of bread crumbs


Sanctity of prisoners     A rats-ass of carers


Trombone of sex      Conglomerate of crows


A pudding of infants      A declaration of sea shells


A tumble of puppies       A cartoon of kittens


Meander of mysteries     A half league of words


A complaint of crows      A severance of hopes


An ignorance of drivers       A Shenandoah of daughters


A crux of sons       A crossing of souls


A delightful of crows       A smatter of kisses


A moonbeam of tongues       A secretion of secrets


A message of lovers.








I Will Know You Always, by pd Lyons

Another lovers poem. Somehow even these days it is the lovers that remind me of Paris. No matter what, it is the lovers…


artist unknown.Paris.pdlyons photo

once when love was finger tips

participating every new inch of you

how could I know silence

wound like slippery tongue holds

keeping secrets no longer

than the hard erect penis of worth while


all golden like they always said

all forever like they all said did not exist

as long a there is breath

I will know you


only through muscle sweat cum voice

could our bodies ever be so gentle

whispers too loud

our tears slow in wonder

our separation

distant legend

unavoidable prophecy

both irreparably exposed as lies

as long as there is silence

I will know you




Paris.pdlyons photo

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