#pdlyons poetry

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Dad by pd Lyons 2011

the swans out in the fieldtheir secrets not revealedpassing into silent flight are theyperhaps their subtle sighstifles some deeper cryas they know you’ll be leaving much too soon walking down the lanethe filly foals refraintheir running is the sound of falling rainare they restless from the summer?or somehow do they knowyou’ll not stay to see them fully grown by the fairy mounds of oldthe pock…

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Dad by pd Lyons 2011

the swans out in the fieldtheir secrets not revealedpassing into silent flight are theyperhaps their subtle sighstifles some deeper cryas they know you’ll be leaving much too soon walking down the lanethe filly foals refraintheir running is the sound of falling rainare they restless from the summer?or somehow do they knowyou’ll not stay to see them fully grown by the fairy mounds of oldthe pock…

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Promised Land from As If The rain Fell In Ordinary Time ~ read by the Poet

MORE REMINISCENCE FROM THE CITIES. a LITTLE BIT OF NYC 1980’S WITH A DASH OF WATERBURY CT AND SOME POLITICALLY  INCORRECT DRIVING REFERENCES.

THANK YOU FOR SPENDING TIME WITH ME.

GOOD LUCK! Bye.

CHEERS.

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Shh..., by pd lyons

Shh…, by pd lyons

  Shh

young legged dream blue moon tights pillows of lies languid skirts smudged red lips shh like smoke

  Paris

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