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this rose of peace, by pd lyons


index

this rose of peace and understanding

flower of compassion and tolerance

tell me

where in the heart

of this desert does it grow

this is a weapon of mass destruction

this is a weapon of mass destruction

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Rose of Dardanelles, by pd lyons


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Rose of Dardanelles

only by hands saved
spared by a star over night
a sun to someone
a myth of multiplicity

i will keep watch until once more warm beats
your own secret single stay awake all night prayer
a pulse
a whisper
a ghost
my ear
my hands
our wounded finger prints

indian pipe @ sleeping giant

indian pipe/ ghost plant @ sleeping giant

 

might be a moment in winter by pd lyons


 

might be a moment in winter by pd lyons

 

might be a moment in winter
a tinsel a star gone astray
~
maybe first colour of Autumn
geese not yet on the wing
~
might be your birthday’s in April
someone with curls in their hair
~
or maybe someone with roses
whistling all summery with out a care?
~
there’s not really any rhyme or reason
not really any way to prepare
~
whenever I cry I see you
whenever I cry you’re still there

 

nameless red rose

 

Loretta’s Piece a poem by pd lyons from The Women Retrospect


(photographer unknown)

(photographer unknown)

 

Loretta’s Piece
(12.09.73.)

Rose was first thought
remembering was coming
but put back almost worn out.

Now – when roses bloom
not trying for anything.

Now when I am and am not
then or pretty soon.

Now when words burn meaningless
giving warmth
to bodies
already left behind
the thoughts are all,
growing weeds
coiling snakes
blooming
gaping
the flesh we cared for
the planet we cared for
the stars we strived for.

a version of this was published by Thunder Clap 2010/2011

at this time I was a student at Crosby high school in Waterbury ct. I had been a poet for about 5-6 years since having decided  at the age of 12, to be one. Loretta was a class mate/friend/muse. we’d spend many an afternoon class sitting in the back talking and writing. its been a lifetime since I’ve seen her. she still lives in Connecticut and she is still I believe very very cool.

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tozeur by pd lyons


 

Tozeur

rows across dead hearts

rows of things to come once guts

rose up from the stone kept ceaseless derisive

rose of Dardanelles

only by hands saved and spared

a star over night

a sun to someone

a myth of multiplicity

I will keep watch until once more warm beats

your own secret single stay awake all night prayer

a pulse a whisper a ghost

my ear my hands my wounded finger prints

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the duck of sport, love & compassion with the buddha

Lord, make us instruments of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let us sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is discord, union;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.
Grant that we may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Amen

—Francis of Assisi. Quoted in A Treasury of Traditional Wisdom, edited by Whitall N. Perry (Simon & Schuster, 1971)

tara hill

just joey and buddha

just joey and buddha

yellow x 2


 

Monday, February 18, 2013

yellow x 2

 

and yes again


nameless red rose

nameless red rose

unknown climber rose @ Topsmead State Park Litchfield Ct.


topsmead litchfield ct. unknown climber rose

herbal 21.sept.


decanted another batch of st. johns. picked some more elderberries for making gifts for friends and family. still havent figured out what to do with the sloes. they arent ready to pick until the first hard frost which i hope is still a ways off. shelly is going to find a recipe for the rowan fruits so that will have some jam to go with my new bread making skills. as soon as we get a jug of vodka we can put up some hawthorn tincture.

tried to get some work done do in the village today but a sharp wind and bit of rain made it a no go.  spent some time at the church yard. visiting those that have gone on. thinking about the autumn of the year and of my own years.

nameless red rose

nameless red rose

back home round lunch time. sun broke through at about half two. hence the berry picking as well as cutting another rose from the just joey and some of the nameless red rose i got for two euros this past spring. so far it must have had two dozen flowers.

just joey and buddha

just joey and buddha

todays yoga music was silence, not the perfect kind, the real kind, you know the silence of wind blowing hedges against the house, dogs barking in the distance the occasional twitter of small birds, my own steady breath, the shadows moving with the afternoon sun and passing whispers of now white clouds.

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