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Twilight Zone Episode Love Story by PD Lyons ~ read by the author


a girl, a bar, a friend, a gin, a city ~

a bit of memory lane

from the book ~ As If the Rain Fell in Ordinary Time, by PD Lyons, 2019

 

Not What the Poem Means & Without Sorrow There Cannot Be Kindness by PD Lyons (with pics)


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not what the poem means

but how

how it makes you feel think react

when you bring your self to it

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the tapestry is not thread by thread examined

but rather thread by thread combined~

if you see each thread you miss the tapestry

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 study each brush stroke you miss the art work

forest for the trees ~

take it all in

take a big swig

not to figure it out 

but

to see what happens.

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where are you singing

where are you dancing

tonite open spaces of my heart

in memory together and apart

children take us by the hand

sun across some foreign shore

where life is only looking back

trading places with the dark

wisdom drawn like silver

without sticks without books without roots

unspeakable nite this time

I will not medicate I will not dogma

I will wide open in the dark.

Without sorrow there cannot be kindness.

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photo by shelly 2019

We Had Our own Penises Then, poetry by PD Lyons


We Had Our own Penises Then

Taught them tricks

Sit up

Stay

Beg

Roll over

Play dead

 

Got them to fetch

 Escort us on the lead

Not mess in the house

Be careful how they peed

 

And whenever we wanted

We’d change them.

Start again with new ones –

Tricks

Treats

Training

 

Sometimes they’d fall in love with us

Break their own little hearts

But our love?

Only meant for each other

Was not that kind.

For All The Sylvias , by pd lyons from Myths Of Multiplicity


from the recently published Myths Of Multiplicity. Erbacce-press, Liverpool UK. If you order from Erbacce then not only is postage free

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For All The Sylvias

sometimes our Odysseus hearts
slip all those sailor knots

sometimes life, not appalling,
rather free – so free we can choose to fly

we have not always carried
flaming skulls of anger
sipped curdled clots of blood

we have not always harmonized
harsh heavy dogs of our dismay
gristled our own lovers

sometimes we have slipped clearly,
breathless and perfectly certain
beyond all mysterious constraint

sometimes we do not come back.

sapphiric no more
golden filigree no more
sun dress polka dots
tall G&T’s
heart shape sunglasses

our children pail and shovel the beach
their laughter, their chatter
muted by waves
grown more distant,
ever more distant
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from the recently published Myths Of Multiplicity. Erbacce-press, Liverpool UK. If you order from Erbacce then not only is postage free

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Star Notes 2014 by pd lyons


STAR NOTES

 

The house turned into a squat brown man

Got up walked away.

 

What was there – where the house once was

What remains – that is very interesting.

 

When illusions getup & leave

Walk, fly, melt away

 

What is left, what’s behind, what’s there

That’s the thing

 

Life/death/the original psychedelic

Acid trip.

 

Knowing how to deal with acid

One learns how to deal with life death.

 

“There is no passing away

No coming into existence” – Diamond Sutra

 

What is sacred

Cannot be written

Cannot be spoken

Beyond all degrees of separation

Is the sacred.

The language of accountants

Have no say.

The Druids were Taoist

In their way.

 

The body that is not me

The ego that is not me

I thank y ou for you are no curse

But rather opportunity.

 

This is the body

This is the ego

Gives me the chance

If I did not need them

They would not be.

 

In this world

Its not what’s real

That can hurt you.

 

 

 

 

almost cold as snow, a place soft, unknown of any soldiers


photo by pdlyons

Rags to our faces

Rages on our heads 

Rags round our feet 

Rags dipped into shimmering sun light

dripping cold liquid water

soothing cleansing awakening

our whispers

our weeping

our prayers

answered finally with silence .

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Fallen Lilies, by PD Lyons Poetry


 

Fallen Lilies

 

We will surround you with silence

Like the voices of our children never to be heard again

We will surround you with fallen lilies

Like each of one our children cut mid bloom

 

We won’t ever know what to do

With a hypocrite’s thoughts and prayers

 

We won’t ever find anything

In a hypocrite’s concern for  grief

 

But we’ll not match the hardness of such hearts

By hardening our own

 

We will not meet such hearts with violence

We know too well that path of sorrow

 

So, we will meet you in silence

Like the voices of our children never to be heard again

We will meet you in fallen lilies

Like each one of our children cut mid bloom

 

Unlike you

We will do what must be done

Unlike you

We will remember and continue to find days to be thankful for

 

Mothers rocking babies rocking mothers

Fathers rocking babies rocking fathers

Altar of the Virgin of Guadalupe in Notre – Dame

thought for today ~


Don’t think stuff up Figure stuff out

Thought for today ~


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I listen to your story By PD Lyons


I listen to your story

Heard between the sounds

Rain beat highway

Last freight car

Followed it through valleys

Trusted it in the dark

You were always my darling

You were always my heart

Now I’m standing in the kitchen

Popped a Bordeaux cork

Swigging from the bottle

Cause I can’t hear you anymore

Merry is the sunshine

shimmering sapphire is the lake

And it’s just outside my window

And it’s just a million miles

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