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  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…

https://www.theargylelitmag.com/theme-05-ghosts/the-one-you-called-samhain The One You Called Samhain by P D Lyons What if I could tell you about the day?  First real snow. Crows, huddled in the grey fingers of that tree watching as if waiting for something I didn’t have to give.   What if I could tell you, that winter poem you wrote, I’ve hung copies of it on the bedroom wall, on the…

Fixed Menu At Paradiso’s * By PD Lyons There is joy Returning to this trusted place No worry about what they’ll serve. Names, descriptions you don’t even have to understand. A poetry of languages A beauty matched by the beauty of each plate, every aroma. And the tastes Ah Paradiso ! *Paradiso’s is a most fine vegetarian restaurant in Cork City Ireland (c)PDLyons

Little Witches One little witch with bright yellow shoes did a magic spell and then there were two two little witches in a white birch tree did a magic spell & then there were three 3 little witches at the red kitchen door did a magic spell and then there were 4 4 little witches sharpen  silver knives did a magic spell and then there were 5 5 little witches on blue broom sticks did…

Little Witches One little witch with bright yellow shoes did a magic spell and then there were two two little witches in a white birch tree did a magic spell & then there were three 3 little witches at the red kitchen door did a magic spell and then there were 4 4 little witches sharpen  silver knives did a magic spell and then there were 5 5 little witches on blue broom sticks did…

Little Witches One little witch with bright yellow shoes did a magic spell and then there were two two little witches in a white birch tree did a magic spell & then there were three 3 little witches at the red kitchen door did a magic spell and then there were 4 4 little witches sharpen  silver knives did a magic spell and then there were 5 5 little witches on blue broom sticks did…

thank you very much to corner club press for publishing this little piece of my Canadian heart. 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…

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ruthless pursuit of your own dream. suffering, the only reward for those who commit themselves to a dream. swamped by muck of the masses. vain valiant fool. exhaustion your killer. all sucked away, your ideals, your blood. too late for you. too late for those who loved you. the people get the leaders they deserve. no one asked you to die for them, so they killed you. 2002.