The world as we know it
or the world as we see it
or the world as we feel it
or the world as we make it
or the world as we use it
or the world as we choose it
or the world as we want it
or the world as we love it
or the world as we endure it
or the world as we admire it
or the world as we would change it
or the world as we take it
or the world as we leave it
or the world as we left it
John Lyons
Hard to believe
that an orange
comes ultimately
from the sun
its rich colour and
its succulent flesh
the tang of its juice
all out of the ground
ripened under rays
of golden sunshine
product of a perfect
marriage between
the heavens and earth
right here right now
John Lyons
Between us a pattern
of affections
that carries us through
the splintered light
of the primrose day
delicate as a breath
of summer air
so often I have turned
to see my love
in your eyes
as we walked by the river
or under the city lights
or leaf upon leaf falling
in the woodlands
where we have traipsed
together my tongue
never tiring of your name
happiness and grace
that come from the knowing
and the showing
of that sole syllable
eternal in its undying
John Lyons
Thorns nettles wasp tails
sting less than harsh words
or the silence
of an indifferent lover
or one who betrays
time’s pledge
or one who rebukes
with an overzealous tongue
we are all innocents
until proven guilty
our star-grooved gaze
fixed upon
the marauding crows
that hover and cavort
in unvanquished space
and mortify our dreams
John Lyons
Had I a hat
I’d raise it
to the world
but I’m drawn
to the moon
that waxes misty
above the dark city
skyline
Winter is a-coming
and the goose
is getting fat
and I am all eyes
as the train hurtles
past people’s homes
the barren walls
of their civilised caves
and I think of peace
and harmony
rather than
dog eat dog
and the futile
pretence to wisdom
John Lyons
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