pd lyons poet

Poems by PD Lyons the virus they once called language* the people who had cured themselvesfrom the virus they once called languagecommunicated eloquentlywith their handswith their armswith their skin colourwith their eyesa dance impossible to be misunderstoodthey learned of the winds worship of leavesthe way the sun and every shadow enjoyed each day by dayand the height of midnight stars all…

  Think there is nothing left because Things are not they way they were? I have shouted at the city-blocked midnight Danced fence post crooked side walked racially slurred neighbourhoods Found my way past numerous boot strap bras soft slung underwear Love named and nameless roof tops-vestibules – pine woods -parked cars – basements – garages – around the corner from some bar All long railroads…

ceremonies of the horseman prisoners of ghosts haunt the hallways of my own memories past lives opportunities regretted  twists and turns I don’t want to leave only dried hollow husks blown by my own reluctance to participate in my own and only treasure.  we lived in a time when women sat beside us whispering on back porch landing’s  interrupted by the neighbours running down the…

I hang prayers in the garden. Leave them to sky. Make bread. How should I treat pain? With kindness.

from the  Myths Of Multiplicity. Erbacce-press, Liverpool UK. If you order from Erbacce then not only is postage free but all profits will directly benefit Erbacce writing co -operative. http://www.erbacce-press.com/#/sales/4528051110 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…

Ephemeral Elegies The Poetry of Emotion Big Lorraine by pd Lyons I dreamed my love had found me my children gathered too put down all their weapons eased their hearts cried their fill then they began to play like they did when they were young and when I woke I’d forgotten all my dreaming days were done. I went down to make the coffee sat by the open window ran my fingers through my…

KISSES saddles loosened reins looped round a tree ponies nickering at rest just enough blue breeze whispers answering tall almost gone to seed grass some where in that summer that girl still waits on me From Caribu & Sister Stones: Selected Poems, Belfast Lapwing 2009 ISBN 978-1-905425-90-7

from the book When You Worship Swans no Longer by PD Lyons. Poetry inspired by the village of Fore, County Westmeath and surrounding areas of Ireland, by an Irish American poet. “PD Lyons work stands at the threshold so loved in Ireland. That almost magical, almost mythical, almost otherworldly parallel that the Irish dip in and out of. Where we chose to believe in luck and superstition and…

read by PD Lyons poet~ The Song of the Wandering Aengus by WB Yeats & Somewhere Still by PD Lyons The Song of the Wandering Aengus by WB Yeats from Eveeryman’s Poetry, J.M. Dent, Orien Publishing. London 1998 Somewhere Still by PD Lyons from When You Worship Swans No Longer Limited Edition, Supported by Westmeath County Arts, 2017   The Song of Wandering Aengus BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I went…

Undulate of diamond silhouettes  North wind skirts pirouette just past a fishing heron fingerling samurai silver shadow breath so deep it echoes not one golden dream left behind you’re where I’m gonna be forever (for shelly)

From the book ~ As if the Rain Fell in Ordinary Time ~ read by the poet The Avalon Girl Met the darker double born.Held her heart out to the heat.Cut the braid from her own uncut head,Gifted to his reckless wild hands. Soon carried on to summery lands.First crossed wastelands of the East.Met a man who brought her peace.Golden daughters dakini schooled.Then rested into holidays &…

PD Lyons Reading Jack Beans Fox from When You Worship Swans No Longer.If you like what you hear I do have a few limited editions of these. Please contact [email protected] for details and availability. These are poems inspired by #foreabbey #westmeath #ireland #pdlyonspoetThank you for visiting. Good Luck Bye!

WORSHIP SWANS NO LONGER When you worship swans no longer Will you find your way to me? Smoke rising in a breathless voice Winding between shade and sun  A dream begun on dew drops   Daring midday like a ghost Vowing never to fly From your embrace Special First Edition Limited to 150: each numbered and signed by the poet. Price includes worldwide shipping by regular post in padded envelope. 22.00…

  razor black mirror porcelain   for your rose bud bird song mouth I have made bouquets   gathering shadow light creatures wonderful grotesques fortuitous clear potable water dark caves beneath a sunless world secret hand fulls tremors lolled by after glows   alone like ivory your room in blosom rich solitudes of orchid perfumed isolations joys with or without love i only make for you    

  Your razors are my kisses Your hands basin my heart How often will you bleed me And leave me in the dark? I know that you know me I know you have no doubt No matter what I try to do No matter what I say Can’t change the way I feel Don’t want too anyway     No matter what I’m doing just waiting around for you My door is always open So you don’t even need the key I got myself a new phone Gave no…