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the poet PD Lyons reading


the poet PD Lyons reading from the book. Winner of the erbacce-prize for poetry 2019.

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Grandview Ave.

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~ Themes: cities, love, coffee, crushing, Waterbury ct. New haven ct. NYC.NY.

Lover of Wisdom from As if the Rain fell in Ordinary Time read by the author


new haven ct artist not known

   The Lover of Wisdom

He helped in the kitchen

While she was away.

   One night he was worried about the wine

Her father noticed, told him

Not to worry

They said it was the best place they’d been to

That they were glad to be here,

Besides it was the second bottle they’d ordered.

It was then he grabbed her father’s hand, said

Are you my friend? Are you!

The towering man with black moustache

In a well-worn greasy apron said,

Always. I am your friend always!

    It was evening when she came back.

He was sorting pots from the green house

Packing them into the jeep

Parked at the top of the driveway

When they pulled in

BMW convertible dark blue w/ tan leather.

     He did not want to meet her friends.

Afraid they’d hear the beating of his heart

He stayed on the other side of the jeep

Pretending to be too busy

Waiting for her to come to him.

But after their long good-byes,

She didn’t.

He walked around saw her walking

Down the hill with her bags

He thought – she has not come back at all then.

     Shortly later she came back.

Sat with him on the grass

Her black hair veiling them

As hunched together head to head

He opened what she gave him

Wrapped in white tissues

A ball of crystal inside a ball of alabaster.

   I missed you so much he said.

Are you brave enough to let me shave you? She said.

Come on. Let me. I want to.

He had not shaved since she left

And her creamy skin could not abide a whiskered face

Thank you for watching!
Here’s what erbacce press had to say about my work – 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! … 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: 112 pages)
Through the generosity of Westmeath County Arts Council a special signed edition limited to 50 numbered copies is being offered for 20.00 euros. Regular postage included world wide. Contact via comments or email pdlyonspoet@yahoo.co.uk for availability and further details.
Thank you for watching and reading!
Best Wishes & Good Luck – Bye.

Lover of Wisdom from As if the Rain fell in Ordinary Time read by the author


new haven ct artist not known

 

   The Lover of Wisdom

He helped in the kitchen

While she was away.

   One night he was worried about the wine

Her father noticed, told him

Not to worry

They said it was the best place they’d been to

That they were glad to be here,

Besides it was the second bottle they’d ordered.

It was then he grabbed her father’s hand, said

Are you my friend? Are you!

The towering man with black moustache

In a well-worn greasy apron said,

Always. I am your friend always!

    It was evening when she came back.

He was sorting pots from the green house

Packing them into the jeep

Parked at the top of the driveway

When they pulled in

BMW convertible dark blue w/ tan leather.

     He did not want to meet her friends.

Afraid they’d hear the beating of his heart

He stayed on the other side of the jeep

Pretending to be too busy

Waiting for her to come to him.

But after their long good-byes,

She didn’t.

He walked around saw her walking

Down the hill with her bags

He thought – she has not come back at all then.

     Shortly later she came back.

Sat with him on the grass

Her black hair veiling them

As hunched together head to head

He opened what she gave him

Wrapped in white tissues

A ball of crystal inside a ball of alabaster.

   I missed you so much he said.

Are you brave enough to let me shave you? She said.

Come on. Let me. I want to.

He had not shaved since she left

And her creamy skin could not abide a whiskered face

Thank you for watching!
Here’s what erbacce press had to say about my work – 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! … 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: 112 pages)
Through the generosity of Westmeath County Arts Council a special signed edition limited to 50 numbered copies is being offered for 20.00 euros. Regular postage included world wide. Contact via comments or email pdlyonspoet@yahoo.co.uk for availability and further details.
Thank you for watching and reading!
Best Wishes & Good Luck – Bye.

 

Wishing You the Constant Joy of Your Own Song ~ by PD Lyons


 

 

Wishing You the Constant Joy of Your Own Song

The artist whose voice

still goes right through me

most exquisite of them all

I know exact and precise

As if I really knew you ~

to be forever in that moment

to be forever that creation

Where always was your joy

That is exactly where

you should always be.

 

First time  you  were 21 years old

Toads Bar in New Haven

Flew straight through

First album

One gig

No banter

No break

Your voice went right through me.

Person I was with, rest of the place,  all  disappeared.

And I knew the only joy you’d ever know

Would be the art of your own creation.

Now decades come and go

Albums now CD’s

Politics a torture

religion and Family

curses and blessings

And me someone you’ll never know

What would I wish for you if I knew that wish would come true?

 

 New Haven


 

 

along marvellous streets

 the girl walks on her toes

sneakers let the ballet peer out with wonder

 

amid this morning garden slipping into the shade

who is it gives you pentagrams

whispers water lily secrets

when your mornings get too heavy?

 

Leaving the Stars behind

I call you flower by moonlight

you call me cypress by spring

I watch you from evening

change grey misty morning

across the spider down day

16 3. 73.

 

 

The Girl, by pd lyons


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The Girl
Call her flower by moonlight
Cypress by spring
Watch from the evening
Change to grey misty morning
Across the spider down day
Leaving the Stars Behind

~

The Girl
Walks on her toes
Sneakers let the ballet
Peer out with wonder
Amid this morning garden
Slipping into shade
Who gives you pentagrams
And whispers river lily secrets
When your musings get too heavy?

 

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Me And The Small Talk Angel, by pd lyons. Shitcreek Review version


Me And The Small Talk Angel

At the gallery today,
Among the masks I thought
Of Morrison.
I thought of that black woman.
I thought of the past,
Remembering the future.
Pleased that knowledge
Only brings more secrets.
Sitting out on the concrete,
Rolling another cigarette,
Chatting with the small talk angel
I pass over the smoke.

 

yale art gallery, artist unknown

yale art gallery, artist unknown

 

 

I just like this poem so here it is again. Published by Shitcreek Review. With a name like Shitcreek, I pestered them until they accepted something because i so wanted to be able to cite them on the resume. They are no longer active but do have a permanent archive. Good stuff by many people can be found there.

 

The Girl, by pd lyons (for New Haven)


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The Girl

Call her flower by moonlight
Cypress by spring
Watch from the evening
Change to grey misty morning
Leaving the Stars Behind
Across the spider down day

 

The girl
Walks on her toes
Sneakers let the ballet
Peer out with wonder

Amid this morning garden
Slipping into shade
Who whispers river lily secrets
When your musings get too heavy?

 

 

( For New Haven )

muses

 

 

Only In My Fantasy, by pd lyons


 

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only in my fantasy

we stay

spoon fed in the darkroom

our bodied stretch

real places

long ago

forgot by all but we few

we fortunate few

known space

known true dark

how could

you of all those

lucky ones who knew

have left

and me,

like any other dope fiend

trail by substitution

as if ever lies could

get me high

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Me and the Small Talk Angel by pd lyons


Me and the Small Talk Angel

At the gallery today,
Among the masks I thought
Of Morrison.
I thought of that black woman.
I thought of the past,
Remembering the future.
Pleased that knowledge
Only brings more secrets.
Sitting out on the concrete,
Rolling another cigarette,
Chatting with the small talk angel
I pass over the smoke.

 

as published by Shit Creek Review issue 7  http://shitcreek.auszine.com/issue7/me-and-the-small-talk-angel/

 

in those days being in exile from the city I’d spend a lot of time hanging out in new haven. it was close by to Waterbury and it was not Waterbury and reminded me a little to Manhattan. especially around the Yale buildings on chapel ave. etc. i had just come out of the gallery and sat on the wall smoking and chatting hence the poem. shit creek review was an on line magazine out of Australia. i sent them a few things because i really wanted to be published by a magazine with such a cool name. they were nice enough to accept.

 

riverside  waterbury ct

riverside waterbury ct

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