Year: 2017

Blessings

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Blessings

Of all the blessings
           I could ever wish for
to see as love sees
           would be the greatest
to live as love lives

pure and unadulterated
           let all things be themselves
the rose and the unicorn
           the leopard and the wolf

but let love be
           a brilliant undying flame
never a gesture nor a word
           but being in all intensity

what the earth gives
           the earth takes away
but not love that surpasses
           all understanding

Love holds the heart firm
           never loses its grasp
even in the darkest night
           or through the coldest winter

and that is the essence
           of peace : to see as love sees
in all places at all times
           all souls of one mind

John Lyons

Endless reflection

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Endless reflection

I wonder what it is
           that shapes the light
into love everlasting :
           at times the years

simply drop away
           as though nothing
was ever lost
           and failure
never known
           I have lost count

of all the faces
           that have shed
tears in my presence
           lost count
of all the roses
           and all the thorns

they say that it’s
           a learning curve
but what is there
           to learn of love
that gathers
           instinctively
in the aching heart
           If I had all the answers

I would share them with you
           but I have only my hands
and my lips
           and my words of love
and they are yours for as long
           as you desire them

John Lyons

Night

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Night

The night brings peace
           silence and the promise
of deep sleep :
           it brings an end
to the evils of the day
           and hope for a better
day to come
           and it brings you
with your soft breath
           on my face
our bodies huddled
           together in the darkness
and it brings the confirmation
           of love and the certainty
that whatever the cost
           life is always worth living

John Lyons

Digression

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Digression

When I was a child
           all the talk was of
how to grow the best roses
           and what types of soil
make for a better lawn

I remember those roses
           with their savage thorns
their soft petals
           dripping with morning dew
but nobody told me
           anything about the challenges
I would face in later life

I was not a sickly child
           and I learned most things
with relative ease
           I played out on the streets
my feet dragging home the dust
           only when the sun set

Life seemed in those days
           to be administered
by perfect hands and reality
           was representational
Had someone shown me
           a Jackson Pollock
I might have had an inkling
            of what was to come

No I am not ill today
           or any other day
not even tired
           simply perplexed
by the mystery of the stars
           scintillating above
an empty ocean

and yet I know exactly
           what I need to make
a perfect day and so do you
           so why don’t we ?

John Lyons

Remembrances

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Remembrances

Last night as the dust descended
           I thought of how long
I have known these streets
           the fields and the woodlands
the winding roads and the houses
           barely changed since my childhood
and I thought too of other streets
           I have known in other places
so far away and yet
           I could still walk them in my mind

I thought too of all the love
           that has come into my life
and how some has remained
           and some has left me forever
and I thought of you and what
           your presence means to me
and how the days pass
           and the seasons come and go
and how in reality we are
           in a kind of fresh infancy
once again taking the first steps
           uttering the first words
holding hands and hoping
           that the feelings we share
will continue to grow and
           that our love will truly prosper

John Lyons

Tenderness

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Tenderness

Tenderness
           the love expressed
in a spontaneous
           simple physical gesture
the palm of the hand
           of a young child
raised to stroke
           its father’s face

a lover who slowly runs her finger
           across her lover’s lips
the warm human complicity
           of the enduring smile
the bright eyes
           and that hand
always reaching out
           with its healing touch

John Lyons

Reading Borges

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Reading Borges

How many spheres contained
           within a marble sphere 
the gift of sculpture
           that sees forms within forms
the blind poet from the Argentine
           so aware of the infinity of infinities
in time and space and how every
           human gesture is necessarily
humbled by the algebras of history
           how the rose rises
above the archetype
           and how heroism is an act
not of the sword
           but of the imagination
the poet who conjures
           with words to create
a parallel universe
           in which Odysseus
is forever at sea and Penelope
           an unattainable promise

John Lyons

Fragment

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Fragment

I saw today the child I once was
           I saw the fields and the woods
where I played from dawn to dusk
           the foxes and the squirrels
that wandered through those days
           caught the heavy scent
of life in all its vegetative glory
           the fallen trees riven with decay
riddled with a swarm of insect life
           feeding upon the death of fibrous bark

and on the edge of a clearing
           a wild rose that seemed unchanged
from all those years ago
           as though time had passed it by
its petals pure as any truth
           a beauty unfurled for all eternity

John Lyons