pd lyons poet

we took the train north to Rome started with sweat and bullets wishing for a better meal next stop village by village dust bells along following the steady steel rhythm hours drift lulling with common motion  landscapes we have come to know keep pace as we imagined being closer than we ever were before leaving Reggio Calabria

Poet as Noun he did not know what else to do so he wrote he did not think of it he did not believe it to be divine he was afraid of everything else so he did this one thing not that he didn’t do other things but they were all varying responses to fear attempts to over come deny hide from himself and others like the first one to do acid like the first one to not cut his hair like the first one to…

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…

  Canada Where I could step out into the night Smoke with the stars Hear an ocean just beyond the pines And something’d draw the Dog off barking Into a pitch black forest where really anything could be When all I wanted was a sparkling solitude of Orion But you know when the s.o.b. came back All proud of himself waging his tail – All I could say was Good boy – Good boy   The dog was a Dalmatian…

Ragaire’s Open Call for Issue 6 Closes 15th July

dawn found us wishing we could do something when that night began to end so i told you the only thing i ever prayed for was that it wouldn’t  

    Sometime  I will surrender all the hard heart life Sometime I will understand courage has nothing to do with anger I will remember your face and smile I will remember your touch and smile Allowing just the experience of happiness Allowing just that experience Surrendering the need to go further Staying just for the brief soft moment of love Not needing the hard heat strength to go beyond  

another bit of memory lane ~ this is the poem of my youth in Waterbury Ct 1970’s. everything in the piece is real/true except for one. points for guessing right. clue? see below. the un true thing is NOT Beethoven. Thank you for watching 

Was lucky enough to live in Cape Breton for a while. The area Mira Gut was where the river Mira entered the Atlantic. We lived across the street from the ocean. Sometimes we’d walk down to the Mira bridge and fish for mackerel. Some of the most beautiful parts of being there were the winters.  this was probably written on 2003.   Mira Gut there are no flowers here but snow. the bay not yet free…

so back in bed with the morning coffee. needed to make some poetical notes, rummage for a piece of paper . found a hardly used note book from 2012 in the dresser drawer as one does. anyway scribbled what i needed to and then found this little bit of a poem. thought; should blog it. later in the kitchen doing some clean up popped on a CD hadn’t played in years Carrie Rodriguez, the last song on…

  So this would have been written early 70’s  and revised steadily through the ensuing years. This is the poem of my youth, at least my high school years 1970 – 74. Went to Crosby high school in Waterbury Ct. In those days it was located down town. Needless to say the small industrial city was an instrumental part of my education. Learned to shoot pool ( a little bit anyway) in Gentlocks – old…

    dream away about you when i wake up in the morning know my dreams not true cause when i wake up in the morning I’m still without you   been all around this world learned a thing or two but i never learned nothing help me get over you   now sunlight is coming sit alone in my room light another cigarette watch the spirals clear   might go to the kitchen might go out to the street don’t really…

Endowment for the arts sometimes i want to take the words light them on fire spread their ashes in the ocean drink until i cannot breathe have you take the sea chnage sun bleach whirlwind bones clean the last bit of cartliage piss a piss of on the piss all over them cover them in mucilage hang up on the wall with a sign please place all tongues here acrylic on paper pdlyons  

dead can dance – How Fortunate the Man with None: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlNi4dhKTGo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dead Can Dance Yoga sometimes when quiet winter bright enough with silver opened windows   incense shadows a way of moving without effort a way of breath without effort a way without ache karmicly non-existent freely offered  equally without effort a time of…