Month: Mar 2017

We hold these truths

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We hold these truths

Morning noon or night
             beauty is timeless
as under a full moon
             or a sun rising

she stretches her limbs
             throws back her head
eyes beguiling 
             her hair catching the light

her pale skin untouched
             by the passing hours :
beauty is in the innocence
             of a life that leaves no scars

and in which the words
             are always fresh and exciting
every observation a discovery
              But beauty is no pushover

with her firm legs
             she can stand her ground
her left as sharp as her right
             and able to give

as good as she gets —
             we hold these truths
to be as simple
             as they are self-evident

John Lyons

Wake up call

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Wake up call

A plush navy-blue billowing sky
           as the sun set yesterday
and I wonder what
           that portends
Today a dawn chorus
           worthy of spring 
life on the cusp
           renewal and growth
every reason to feel
           relaxed and optimistic
about the days to come :
           through the banks
of drifting cloud
           there is light
coming from the east
           I hear pigeons courting
nearby and see other birds
           hastening to their action
stations and a lone jet
           has bisected the sky
with a thin white line
           travellers to and fro
It’s one of those days
           when you just know
that nothing can go wrong
           that a kiss could not put right

John Lyons

Lyric

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Lyric

Love lifts the grey day
           from the grey waters
of the grey river
           that flows by the Tower
of cold hard grey flint

Love lifts the day
           with her warmth
and her kiss
           and her kind words
and the tenderness
           of her smile
and the openness
           of her arms

Time is a single measure
           and not of all things
but of things only
           that pass and fade
and grow dimmer
           and decline and ultimately
wither away —
           petals consumed
in the fiery furnace :
           not so love
that lifts the day
           however grey
and fills the minute and the hour
            with bliss enjoyed  
and the promise 
             of more to come

John Lyons

The glory

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The glory

The palpable substance of life
             evident in all things
all that grows and flourishes and dies
             all that process of being
the glory of nature
             and we part of it
the glory of swift-flowing rivers
             and seas and mountains
and the endlessness of life
             the throngs of people on the street
seeing them and hearing them
             and knowing the ties that exist
between strangers
             the common bond shared
the glories with which life
             is adorned daily
and not least
             the glory of love

John Lyons

Agenda

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Agenda

It has taken generations
           of imagination to arrive
at the world we have today
           to develop the sense of things
and a sense of the self :
           there was a time of innocence
but we live in an age of complicity
           and intricate evasions of the truth

and still the approach to summer
           has its separate silence
which may be detected
           in the modulated signals
of birdsong

Nature with its own
           unfretted agenda : yesterday
daffodils and crocuses
           and swathes of cherry blossom
and buds barely able
           to contain their leaves

John Lyons

Bicycles

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Bicycles

Winter has returned
           with a vengeance
strong winds and the threat
           of ice and snow :
waking at dawn I notice
           how quiet the world is
almost as though everyone
           has gone away or is in hiding
and that includes the birds
           that normally sing their hearts out
at this hour but today are silent
            Through the window I see
the sharp profile of houses
           dormant in the first light :
if this keeps up
           plans for the weekend
will have to be put on hold
           the bicycles with their oiled gears
and pumped up tires
           will just have to wait

John Lyons