Lovers w/ the Cello Player, by pd Lyons as published by A New Ulster Magazine # 29

Lovers w/ the Cello Player

envy of every straight male
hugged by those knees

arms for which the word sinew was invented
hands entwined by pure blue vines

exquisite needles drawn from every inch
spread through
return to

our randomly occurring bodies
until this moment never knowing anything










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Photo Credits :
1) morgan lyons, The Arming and Departure of the Knights, one of the Holy Grail tapestries http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holy_Grail_tapestries
2) pd lyons – unknown artist, Wasworth Atheneum, Hartford CT.  
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Do Do Run Run by pd lyons as published in A New Ulster #30

(photographer unknown)

do do run run
after the show she’d call him
wait with the security guys out back
in the open door way if it was storming
watching waiting smoking.
she’d heard they added menthol to ‘em so you wouldn’t feel what they were doin’ to your throat,
she wasn’t sure about that – isn’t there just too much miss-trust in the world?

anyway it never took him long,
no matter what the time was
even if the show ran late
even if there was snow
he was never long.
run up them iron stairs
and every time
kiss her before saying hello, how was the show?
and walk her arm ‘n arm to the car,
open and close her door …

she was back up singer in a steady small town gig.
the one who wore a black beret,
sang better ‘n most of the stars she broke her ass to make look good.
and maybe if she were younger…
and maybe if she weighed a little less…?

back home,
he’d always have something good and warm and ready to eat
and sometimes in the shower the hot water lasts an hour
and sometimes she’d have a little something strong to drink.
and he’d put something on the stereo real low like madam butterfly
and lay her down until falling asleep
only by some taunting dream
she’d wake
to find
his arms
around her.


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Anu issue 30 A New Ulster

The International Women’s Day issue of A New Ulster one of Northern Ireland’s online Journals featuring the works of Marion Clarke, Helen Harrison, P D Lyons, Marie Lecrivain Judith Thurley and Mari Maxwell and many more

every place is a small town needing to be left, by pdlyons

you think you know where you want to go,
unable to know where you are?
  small spaces hold a universe of ache.
leaving is all I’ve ever known,
 
all I am ever able to truly do.
when you are walking down streets
and I no longer do so,
does it mean you are any more there than I am?
does it mean that you’re leaving and mine
some how differ?

we can not fit any more into any space than the universe,
and that too leaves its own ache down it s own street.
all there is, no guide to us
or any one else for that matter.

like some

Micky Corbo hair do

angel wings

tribal dowries

cool tree in yellow back from the end of the year

crows like days between the worlds

all lemoning and impossible to capture.

Jenny, by pd lyons as published by The Poetry Warrior 2009

Jenny

my fingers have touched

your face

your razor cut hair

rose bud lips

every square inch of how you define your

slender secret self

vulnerable to love

shielded by the city

defensive diaphragms

nicotine & coffee

shadow sister

manhattan monochromed & cool

believing anything was possible we were the same

beneath warm tones of old bones

pictures of girls and oceans

first born anxiety

visitation eased by distance

horizons met and thus reset

soft steady ache like something summer upon green lawns

time to talk in silence

—

 

In 2009 this poem appeared in :

The Poetry Warrior - The Real Poet’s Ezine.

www.thepoetrywarrior.com

Thank you to Abigail Beaudelle editor.

Photography by pd lyons :

1) artist unknown

2) citrus in black iron

THE WIDOW’S SON, by pd lyons

THE WIDOW’S SON

at the end of the world we came,
where what more could I do,
but leave you?
now that battles din,
finally in my head grows dim,
I walk alone by the sea,
each swirling drop of blood
reminding me to my own pain….

~

That I could do more I would,
for what would I be without you?
A man is nothing without loyalty,

~

That I could do more I would,
That I gave all I was able,
I was willing.
Know that even now,
for the sake of the Widow’s son,
I stand upon this isle shore.

~

After all is not death the common enemy?
thinking we can manipulate it,
we send it this way and that,
as if to serve our own ends,
when ultimately
that which plays us honour bound,
one against the other -
that is the final victor,
such is our glory.

 

why we like A New Ulster poetry

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 I am very happy to have work appering in the current issue of A New Ulster. Looks like i am in very fine company indeed. Thank you very much Amos Greig. Please do yourselves and us a favour by checking things out via ISSUU link. Also available in print. cheers

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The erbacce-prize for 2014

why we like – erbacce-press & Michael Mc Aloran & Edith Jones Rubin

The erbacce-prize for 2014

Winner; with a vote from every single member of the panel: Tim Taylor
Runner-up; with five votes out of six from the panel: PD Lyons
Two other poets were mentioned as ‘exceptional’ and we shall ask each of them to be a featured poet in a future erbacce-journal; this will mean they’ll be interviewed and one half of the journal will be dedicated to them and their work: Elio Lomas and Richard Hughes
There were 5,450 accepted entries and just over another 300 were rejected for not following submission guidelines
So that’s it for 2014. Thanks go out to all of you who sent entries and right now it’s time to get together your submission for 2015; we’ll be open for entries at the beginning of January and we’ll close the 2015 contest on May 31st
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Poems portray pitfalls and ecstasies of memory, as well as exquisitely wrought impressions of Here and Now.  Rewarding to read and ponder deep insights and wonderful juxtapositions in this poetry.

Edith Jones Rubin, publisher/writer

P.D Lyons’s new short collection of poetry, Myths of Multiplicity, is a body of work primarily concerned with themes of a colourful nostalgia; of memory, & its uncertainty & the unreality thereof, of love, all composed with a deceptive ease & sureity of liquid language and beautifully placed & balanced lines that carry the reader through intimate landscapes, as they are cinematically revealed. These are beautifully balanced poems, written by a poet possessed of a keen sentience, an exactitude of observation throughout these highly visual/ impressionistic & retrospective pieces. The reader will also find recognition in the existential dilemmas scattered throughout this collection…This is fine writing, & should not be ignored, & is very much recommended. –

Michael Mc Aloran—‘The Zero Eye’, ‘In Damage Seasons’.

 all proceeds from books purchased will directly benefit the Erbacce Writers Co-op. Cost is £4.95 and includes shipping worldwide.

 

from Still Wishing To Be Ravens : Love Poem for Richard Brautigan 6.6.8

Love Poem for R.B.

Today I heard on the radio that Richard Brautigan

Killed himself last fall.

Then some girl who was 17 in 1970 read his Love Poem.

She said that her then lover was a DJ on a college

Station and had dedicated a recording of the poem

To her, over the air, before he disappeared in a

Californian direction.

Anyway, I don’t know where I was.

Maybe I was washing clothes or asleep even.

Maybe I was with Jenny or Eva or somebody.

I could a been drunk, or depressed

As if by some sort of intuition.

All I really know is that I’ll never know where I was

When he did it.

I wonder how he did it.

Maybe I should go down to the library look him

Up on the newspaper micro-film file?

Most likely I won’t though, the library is closed now

And I’m not sure I care that much anyway.

Besides it’s one of those details I’m sure will

Accidentally find its way to me.

It kinda pisses me off that he did it, I mean he

Wrote that Watermelon Sugar book, I read it years ago

When Mary gave it to me and I, 15 in 1970.

Watermelon Sugar and Mary my first lover go good together.

I don’t know about this suicide stuff though.

But maybe it’s nice not having to wake up alone with yourself

When you just don’t want to any more.

6/6/85

from: Still Wishing To be Ravens, new poems

by pd lyons

2009, Myo, Myo & Razooka

Winetown Castlepollard; Ireland

now available on kindle – yea oh yea

now available on kindle – yea oh yea

now on kindle

now available on kindle:
amazon.com/author/pdlyons

My Kitchen at Midnight reblog

My Kitchen at Midnight reblog from http://taruane.wordpress.com w response by pd lyons

 

 

 

 

 

 

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pdlyons on December 4, 2012 at 2:16 pm said:

you might have woke
slightly
hearing the clink of stirred coffee
smelling the vague smoke
last bit of an old joint
invisible
morning
ghosts
never knowing
daylight
fled
the youth
fleeing
from
old age
midnight
in your kitchen

via 3) My Kitchen at Midnight.

from: Still Wishing To Be Ravens - by pd lyons

The Other Days

unsettled
grey rains across the lake
even the fire duller now
as if unable to breathe

your absence
airless
and without remedy


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Catzen

Every moment
Of sunlight
The cat
Knows
Just what to do

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Shelly Gone To America

Rain whispers
Through my open window
Night again
Without you





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c 2009 pdlyons

why we like bone orchard poetry

first of all is a cool name

second there is an irish connection

and third but not last nor least - they have impeccable and courageously good taste when it comes to poetry
the link below will provide ample and beyond a doubt proof of same


http://www.boneorchardpoetry.blogspot.com/

four newly published ones by pd lyons

excellent quality magazine well worth the read

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danse macabre du jour

Pd Lyons

two poems by pd lyons published by  (what a cool name for a magazine!)

PD Lyons BOOMERZ & ASYLUM SEEKER

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BoomerzI live only in memory.The day to day does not inspire me,Only wanting to sit here and think of what used to beStrung out on the drug America.Safe only in my own home,Locked doors, paid ta...

why do i like vox poetica? they have impeccable taste in poetry.

why do i like vox poetica? they have impeccable taste in poetry.

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears

When I wrote new songs and you would listen out of friendship

By PD Lyons

Where we were always cool

By the reservoir

In the pines

Up some stairs tucked into angular corners

Warm winter kitchens smelling of gas

Down by the factories

Not sleeping all night

Into a morning of crisp clean cold

Out on the back door landing

Three flights below the city without fear we knew

PD Lyons’ most recent poem to appear here was I Thought You Were in Another Room That Wasn’t There (May 2011).

      

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I Thought You Were in Another Room That Wasn’t There

PD Lyons’ most recent poem to appear here was Another Summer, published as part of Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone. He is working on a really cool video project. To learn more about it, click here.

I Thought You Were in Another Room That Wasn’t There

By PD Lyons

Across from the end of the bed

Kitchen draped in honey glow

Just as I was drifting off

Clang & Patter

Pots & Pans

Wondering what it was that you’d be cooking

Turned my head saw nothing there

      

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PD Lyons Poetry Project

vox poetica contributor PD Lyons has announced his new poetry project and he needs YOUR help! The idea is to post a bunch of videos on YouTube of people reading his poetry. You can find his poetry here in the poemblog (search using the advanced search button and make sure you click title and contents and all), in some of the vox anthologies, and at his blog. You can see his invitation to join the project here. I’m going to do this and so should you!       

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Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Another Summer

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone

Another Summer

By PD Lyons

95 degrees

4th of July

Connecticut

Bare Trees, Winter Night; oldie not so familiar says the radio

this is age

& what it’s like

& how is there anything else now?

But poplars silver

still sounds like rain

quick sand springs still stream

maples shade deep gorge brooks

high stones circle the pool

of where going down to the horse bones

we were kids

PD’s most recent poem to appear at vox poetica was Wordsilk, which was published as part of Contributor Series 6: A Currency of Words.

      

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Contributor Series 6: A Currency of Words, Wordsilk

Contributor Series 6: A Currency of Words

Wordsilk

By PD Lyons

reminding me of words like

border line

crescent coyote

ancient timbers

polished smooth as kisses

paradise

abandoned eyes of ship-wrecked sailors

myriad pin prick suns

flightless birds

something Spanish that you

said along a twilight

turquoise

Ishmael to Ishmael

all the nights we’ve ever known

not bothering the quiet

PD Lyons made his most recent appearance at vox poetica in August 2010 with Perennials.

      

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Perennials

PD Lyons last offering to us was the evocative Loch Lene. Today’s poem is similarly rich in images but even more spare in language. Do you garden? You may find yourself considering what your plants know of you the next time you’re digging in their beds.

Perennials

By PD Lyons

Perennials

rooted

in

their

long

term

memory

impressions of

your hands

and knees

      

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Loch Lene

PD Lyons started writing poetry long long ago in the dream time when he was 12; he has continued ever since. His work has been published in magazines and he’s had two books published by Lapwing Press. He is originally from Connecticut and is living currently in Ireland. You can keep up with him by visiting his blog. This poem delivers splendid imagery with few words.

Loch Lene

(for Shelly)

By PD Lyons

Undulate of diamond silhouettes

North wind skirts a pirouette

Past a fishing heron

Fingerling samurai silver shadow breath

Quiet so deep it echoes

Not one golden dream left behind

You’re where I’m gonna be forever

new book project

Project Summary

Wanting To Be In The Old Tongue: poems related to an Irish descent Authored by PD Lyons

List Price: $10.00

6″ x 9″ (15.24 x 22.86 cm)
Black & White on Cream paper
80 pages

ISBN-13: 978-1466272996
ISBN-10: 1466272996
BISAC: Poetry / American / General

modern poetry related to Irish and Celtic and Modern themes