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God Lights a Cigarette, by pdlyons


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God Lights a Cigarette

On the wood, shadows. Down the
windows, hazy through the drapes
spills the rain. The night,
curving rolling with motion still
whispers with winters needley lips
everything is passing through me.

There is you with your joy – me,
I’m trying to find depressions,
though I’m not sure what I feel.
You are magic mingling essences –
I am day dreaming on physical matters…
my lamp flickers with distress,
it moves the room with my voice:
help me
I’m drowning,
suffocating,
breathless…

*
To be born of your music,
in your magic my life blooms,
my thoughts, words – dissolve into
rich emotions tuned to immortality.

Lost in the lighting of a match,
in between the space and flame –
I become the sparkle in your eyes,
then I return…
Slowly I am returned,
I am the gold ring in your ear –
the unnoticed sensation.
You are cosmic and I am waiting
for the next match.

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With regards to Dennis Greig Editor, Lapwing, Belfast – sorry for spelling your name wrong earlier.

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How The Woman Alone Brought Rain To The Island, by pd lyons


Back in the early 90’s  was fortunate enough to spend some time in & around Hawaii. This piece comes from that time. It was published in a little chap-book by Lapwing Press. It was the first time a book of my poetry was published. I will always be  extra grateful to Denis Grieg, the editor – because of him my Dad got to see my work in book form. That it was an Irish publisher just made it even better for him.

 

mix media by morgan lyons

mix media by morgan lyons

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What if the Rainbow Hunters

Reached down to her,

There in the crevice of fresh water.

Wouldn’t their grass wrapped hands

Protect her?

And the children,

What if they stood by her

In the crevice of clear water.

Couldn’t their songs disguise her?

What about the crazy ones?

What if they ran in mixed up circles around her

There by the crevice of fresh water.

Wouldn’t their waggling red hairs

Conceal her?

And the High Priest,

What if he were to return, fulfill the ancient legend,

Blessing her

There in the crevice of clear water.

Wouldn’t his centuries of prayers

Absolve her

From the wrath,

From the armed bow wrath.

From the arrow,

From the pinning arrow,

Of the warrior,

Of the sun.

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from: Searches For Magic by PD Lyons, Belfast Lapwing, 2001,

ISBN 1 898472 59 9

from: Searches For Magic, Lapwing Publications, Belfast – by PD Lyons


The Good Daughter

Do not fear the world.

It will never yell as loud as your father.

It will never be as oblivious as your mother.

If you must, forgive your parents;

Not for their denying you, but

For their faithlessness which caused their

Willing sacrifice

To that god of scarcity.

Do not fear the world,

For despite all the hungry gods invented,

There has always been The Goddess.

from Searches For Magic, Belfast Lapwing,2001

ISBN 1 89472 59 9

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How The Woman Alone Brought Rain To The Island, by pd lyons


How The Woman Alone Brought Rain To The Island

by

PD Lyons

~

What if the Rainbow Hunters

Reached down to her,

There in the crevice of fresh water.

Wouldn’t their grass wrapped hands

Protect her?

And the children,

What if they stood by her

In the crevice of clear water.

Couldn’t their songs disguise her?

What about the crazy ones?

What if they ran in mixed up circles around her

There by the crevice of fresh water.

Wouldn’t their waggling red hairs

Conceal her?

And the High Priest,

What if he were to return, fulfil the ancient legend,

Blessing her

There in the crevice of clear water.

Wouldn’t his centuries of prayers

Absolve her

From the wrath,

From the armed bow wrath.

From the arrow,

From the pinning arrow,

Of the warrior,

Of the sun.

from: Searches For Magic by PD Lyons, Belfast  Lapwing, 2001,

ISBN 1 898472 59 9

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27/28 sept


So yesterday decanted tinctures of  elder, star anise, lavender-ladys mantle. made new bread – a loaf of spelt bread and a loaf of rye. both came out edible! defrosted the f’n freezer. re-potted Morgans spider plant for her desk. cut a dozen more little red roses from the nameless red rose. the shields roses have taken root and are growing. but who knows if we’ll be here next season to see if they’ll bloom. we have a lease to sign but for some reason we keep putting it off – this was the coldest house i ever wintered in and that includes Canada and new england, we’re so close to the lake down in the valley and the wind roars into us. all the things that makes summer and spring so nice fail to impress in the long dark wet windy cold winter. it feels colder than snow even though we dont get any. any way still no word from Denis the publisher of Lapwing Press, he’s been working on a manuscript of mine for its like forever but really not, over a year though. but he’s my number one believer (who’s not related to me) and he was good enough to publish my little book back in 2000. so my father was able to see a book of mine in print before he died – which meant alot. ( my dad was the book man.  he was a collecter, buyer and seller, reader, avid lover of the book in all its forms.)

so trying to be patient as Lapwing is a small but busy press and they are an oasis for many a starving poet not just myself. anyway now that i’m over the f’n flu, not swine flu, just the regular f’n flu. have to get back to the pursuit of publishing.

http://www.freewebs.com/lapwingpoetry/

sunshine in a bottle

sunshine in a bottle

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