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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.

 

 

 

 

 

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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…

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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

afternoons

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

~

always

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Paris.pdlyons photo

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