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Boomerz


Boomerz

I live only in memory.

The day to day does not inspire me,

Only wanting to sit here and think of what used to be

Strung out on the drug America.

Safe only in my own home,

Locked doors, paid taxes, insurance policies protect me.

TV-petrol- chemicals nourish me.

People not like me, outrage me.

say yes. “yes”


“…I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.” Ulysses J. Joyce

 

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yes

yes

now


stop messing around and get to work

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1 march oz10


sent work to Poetry Ireland review, new Welsh poetry review, the shop poetry magazine, other poetry magazine, verdad magazine today. also posted two of the new books Caribu & Sister Stones (click below for preview).

still not settled anywhere. might even end up staying here but moving down to Cork.  But meanwhile we are being well received here at Michelle’s sisters home.

keep writing. keep up the practise.

Pablo Honey by radio head – is good music for yoga.

http://books.google.ie/books?id=m4v3dIprgUIC&lpg=PP1&client=firefox-a&pg=PP1#v=onepage&q=&f=false

Title Caribu & Sister Stones: Selected Poems
Author Peter D. Lyons
Publisher Lapwing Publications
ISBN 1905425902, 9781905425907

ruff


and would I know

the winter

still sliding down

silvering the window

soft whispers

smoke secrets

between

the kitchen fire

and all those winter fires gone before

each ghost arrives upon the gale

welcomed here beside the hearth

each breath of my own

rare and gifted by such drifters

Boomerz


Boomerz

I live only in memory.

The day to day does not inspire me,

Only wanting to sit here and think of what used to be

Strung out on the drug America.

Safe only in my own home,

Locked doors, paid taxes, insurance policies protect me.

TV-petrol- chemicals nourish me.

People not like me, outrage me.

from basa nuvo


Morgana

I was awake, stars like angels

I spoke to about you and me.

A golden moon so fine only by a whisper

Was it kept from disappearing.

Tiny drops of water leaned from  every green thing

Flightless fairies yearning nourishment.

Your name deep measureless breath,

A hum of whales sky Blue enough

So every inch of everything could

Hear deep in their minds, repeated.

Across high, seldom slack, storming

Sightless of any land oceans I have written.

Have you lost more teeth?

What makes your tap dancing men stay still?

Can immortality ever be mellow?

How other than stupor could it be done?

Answerless. As if the right combination could instigate response

I keep trying new ones, like

A girl with stones;

Started with daddy but now she’s alone;

Names, dates, standard rates – charges extra for more.

Or maybe warm coffee streets,

Silence pressed around places we used to go,

Faces we used to know, now no longer clearly

Rather believed in, things thought and sometimes still

Do think are true, even of ourselves;

Dancing on the lake once covered Kathmandu valley.

Sipping flowers fell from a sky beyond stars.

Smiling children marked by turquoise cobras.

Great roots of great trees where

Grey matchless undisturbed as dust,

We’d rest.


from bassa nuvo


September on Mira Bay

A Carmen butterfly day

Lemon yellow birch leaves

Hints of orange on the maples

Thumps of falling apples

Morning shadows the colour of honey

Distantly the ocean grey diamonds in repose

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basa nuvo poems

basa nuvo poemsbasa nuvo poems (book)

Print: €9.00

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pdlyons is an eclectic writer, inspirations coming from daily life, past, present and future. drawing on experiences of living and loving as an american in ireland, travelling with horses and enjoying the constant revelations that family provides.

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