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The Great God Pan Is Dead by pd lyons


 

photographer unknown

 

Within the pages of illusion,

Before the glass of no reflection,

The sensuous form of her adoration,

(White on blonde)

Rises to the occasion of the

Mysterious relation between,

The pale worship of a

Vanishing god and the blue

Whispers of her blood.

As fevered as silk in cedar,

Fanatical as dew dipped spider webs;

She’s come and gone.

Her absence heavy in the spicy

Dust of death, where her foot steps

Spell out the haunting word

Amen

 

1987

Split Seconds, from Bella & Shirley by pd lyons


Split seconds

I saw the horrible red rose bloom upon her chest
heard the splatter from her back
then the rifle crack.
Our eyes meet
she whispers Bella
as she falls manages to grip my arm
pulls me to the ground
just before the next bullet
harmless ricochet.
I scramble hands and knees
Shelter among the rubble.
She had taught me well.
No point in trying to spot the sniper
the point – survive.
Hands , knees, sometimes flat on my belly
safety among the ruins.
Once again I am alone
Once again I have lost
But this time there is a difference –
she  taught me well
likewise armed me well
named me  from her blood stained mouth – Bella.

Bella, once she’d whisper with each kiss.
so she whispered with her death and once more gifts me life.

 

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good morning


If morning a sea of possibility

Then life boat is the coffee

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so i’m thinking about stupid love songs again ruff by pd lyons


Paris 2016

Paris 2016

 

you might love me

you might stand by me

you might be my friend

maybe even my lover

 

you cannot set me free

 

you might think of me all the time

you might want to always be by my side

you might dream your life away

sounds kinda creepy

 

but no matter what

you cannot set me free

 

you might know better than me

you might shout louder than me

you might be more physical than me

so what you’re a bully

but no matter what you do you cannot set me free

 

you might be all sweet and tender

you might be just what i like

you might be the one i love

that be more than alright

but still no matter what you do

no matter who you are,

you cannot set me free

 

freedoms what i give myself

freedoms what no one can take

freedom not dependent on any one or any law

its what i give myself

my own true heart

no one can touch or take or know

but me

Paris 2016

Paris 2016

A Mandala of Dinosaurs, A Message of Lovers, A Mostly of Crows by pd lyons


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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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Photographs from a Scorpion Night, by pd lyons


 

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scorpion night 1 pdlyons

 

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scorpion night 3 pdlyons

 

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scorpion night 4 pd lyons

 

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scorpion night 5 pd lyons

 

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scorpion night 6 pdlyons

 

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scorpion night 8 pd lyons

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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scorpion night 9 pd lyons

 

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scorpion night 9.5 pdlyons

 

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scorpion night 10 pdlyons

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spring Rises, poem & photographs


photographer unknown

(photographer unknown)

spring rises

a girl from the sea

silk through  barely open windows

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its always better when you’re not your self


 

                                        Its always better when you’re not your self

22 cents


I don’t think

poetry

comes

from pretending to forget

how to write a full

sentence

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Once While I Was Away, by pd lyons


 

Once While I Was Away

You might have come
Expecting awkward greeting won by
Philosophic well planned answers to
What you thought my unasked questions were –
Accidental touch
Silent linger hands
Knowing prelude to a kiss
All it would take to un-clench my heart
Inviting you in
So you’d have something to do for the afternoon

paris by pd lyons

paris by pd lyons

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