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

Call For Submissions/ Stoked Journal

Call For Submissions

*We’ve made some changes to our guidelines.
HEY HEY. Stoked Journal wants to see your coolest work for future volumes, now on a rolling basis. Response time with typically be within a month. Query after two months. Please check out the first issue before submitting: here. Volume II, which will be out in September, will be a leap forward from this issue, increasing the amount of content and including reviews, interviews, and possibly other artwork, while maintaining the focus on stoke-worthy writing and crisp design.
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DARK CHAOS/ FOR WRITERS AND ARTISTS WHO ONLY COME OUT AT NIGHT

DARK CHAOS/ FOR WRITERS AND ARTISTS WHO ONLY COME OUT AT NIGHT

DARK CHAOS

FOR WRITERS AND ARTISTS WHO ONLY COME OUT AT NIGHT

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pd lyons poetry project 4.5.11

 The Lover Of Wisdom

He helped in the kitchen
while she was away.
   One night he was worried about the wine
her father noticed, told him
not to worry
they said it was the best place they’d been to
that they were glad to be here.
besides it was the second bottle they’d ordered.

It was then he grabbed her father’s hand, said
Are you my friend? Are you!
The towering man with black mustache
in a well-worn greasy apron said
Always. I am your friend always!
   It was evening when she came back.
He was sorting pots from the green house
packing them into the jeep
parked at the top of the driveway
when they pulled in
BMW convertible dark blue w/ tan leather
   He did not want to meet her friends.
Afraid they’d hear the beating of his heart
he stayed on the other side of the jeep
pretending to be too busy
waiting for her to come to him.
But after their long good-byes,
she didn’t.
He walked around  saw her walking
down the hill with her bags
he thought – she has not come back at all then.
   Shortly later she came back.
Sat with him on the grass
her black hair veiling them
as hunched together head to head
he opened what she gave him
wrapped in white tissues
a ball of crystal inside a ball of alabaster.
I missed you so much he said.
Are you brave enough to let me shave you? she said. Let me! I want to!.
He had not shaved since she left
and her creamy skin could not abide  a whiskered face.

new poetry project- link to video invitation.

pdlyonspoetry 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v­=Sjr-7VXnUgs
 

new poetry project- link to video invitation.
asking help with video reading of my work. includes links to find my poems, asking people to feel free to read them into a video of their own making, you don't have to be in the video, just hoping people will read and reply to youtube acct.
will be posting poems here as well for you to pick from. can be ones that have already been done or whatever. hoping people will contribute n have some fun. thanks in advance for any time you spend on this.
the silly nervous poet on the video clip -
hope my writing is better than my speaking...........
PS: you don't even have to read out loud if you don't want to, maybe just stream the words across n do a video interpretation?
all i ask is that you use word for word the poem(s) a written and maybe mention where you found them?