Best Lyons Poems
The valley so far and wide below
Linden rocks on to capture the show
Bluebells ring to take a picture
mountain lions roam a permenant fixture
And on we trek up the valley
It kind of looks like Cali
And the birds chirp and sing
But oh, does that hot sun sting
Oh look, there's a beautiful sight
Purple mountains with such height
And the time to look at the flat mesas sublime
Let's sit down at the picnic table and have a diet lime
In the green shade now at noon time
Is it a crime to see such lush beauty on not even a dime?
Categories:
lyons, nature
Form:
Rhyme
The Bad Priest
In Lyons (I think it was Easter, 1438),
I was a priest and somehow can recall
the dim church, the heavy clouds of frankincense
and the knights and the peasants lined up for communion.
I chanted the magic words
and did the magic gestures but
instead of the wine becoming the blood
of our Blessed Lord,
it changed into piss.
I was not ready for this.
Inside the chalice,
the reflection
of my own most hideous face -
I poured my face onto the floor and
a thousand rats writhing in a sea of worms
destroyed my last pretense of piety.
The congregation – the whores no less than
the assassins – knew that I was one of them
and could no longer hide the fact.
The stained glass windows crackled and shattered,
the church crumpled into rubble;
and we all shrieked
as the earth quaked
and God was deaf:
to the sobs of the amputees.
For the unforgivable crime of sacrilege
the ecclesiastical tribunal interrogated me
under the direction of the Bishop.
Those Dominican friars, those Domine Canes
(bloodhounds of the Lord), figured I'd sold
my soul to the adversary and when they
put me on the rack and hung me up backwards
and hammered each ankle and elbow in turn,
I saw that they must be right,
for they showed such tender concern
for the state of my soul.
I confessed but still had to be tortured again,
in order to confirm the first one.
The Dominicans wanted to burn my genitals
to get to the names of family members
who might be party to this conspiracy,
but in his mercy the Bishop forbade them.
I had to prepare myself for being burned at the stake:
There would be no merciful strangling instead.
I could pray for the grace of God,
but I knew I wouldn’t get it.
I could not even look forward to oblivion
as I regarded that yellow shirt
printed with the Devil's signs
that I'd have to wear on that
morning of shame and buckets of ****.
My friends will ask for my forgiveness
as they set the straw afire.
Will I be a Christian then?
Categories:
lyons, gothic,
Form:
Blank verse
MY BOW LEGGED 60's GIRL
Lyons, Kansas, 1969
I took all of your tank tops and your hose and your sox,
and I put them all together in a little brown box.
I put all of your dresses and your shoes in a sack,
and I wrapped it up because I knew you're never coming back.
I took your funky records and your Playgirl magazines
and dropped them in the trash with all your green and purple jeans.
I took the clothes I bundled up and gave them away,
to the Salvation Army, it seems like yesterday.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
I met a wino on the street, she looks just like you,
she wears a see through blouse and she walks bow legged, too.
She sings those funky songs and plays the guitar outa sight,
and she takes a bath in cheap perfume like you did every night.
She still sings about Viet Nam and love we don't show,
guess she doesn't know that Viet Nam was 30 years ago.
She's out protesting every day and carries a sign,
bites her toenails ev night just like you did mine.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
She has a job but all she'll say, it ain't chopping wood.
And it's funny how her money lasts, and she lives so good.
She bought a brand new car one day, a pink Cadillac,
and it's got a bar up in front and mattress in the back.
I don't know why she thinks she has to work every day,
cause I never had a job I just live on my welfare pay.
She picks her nose and rolls each bugger in a sugar ball,
and just like you used to do, then she eats them all.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
I married her in the park, it seems like yesterday,
and I don't know what I'll do if she doesn't run away.
Categories:
lyons, angst, love hurts, society,
Form:
Lyric
Today is the day that the sun decided to come out my brother.
For today is a sign of my presence…
Standing Alongside you smiling…
Sending you the message of love …
My strength
My brother and cherished other.
You are the king that roars through the mist of the fog…
Leaping over hills and mounds…Singing through the winds of the heavens and serenading others
And
Recording your stories in the book of (Will L. Lyons)
Musical catalogs.
For today could mark a day of sadness…
However,
The picture of me standing behind you on the wall is my stance of freedom and happiness.
For we share a brotherhood that’s forever
A true distinctive treasure; so rare… that no one could ever have this.
For every smile you bring to the world; is of me…
For every lyric you spit; is of my sound…
And
Every hurdle you get over; is our victory that is meant to be.
So you see my spirit is of you and of me.
For
I’m always here with and for you with a smile.
And
Even though it’s been awhile…
My spirit beats through your heart
My soul sings through the sound of your voice
And lastly,
My name of Angelo Tony Lamont Lyons
Has now become
A part of a legacy that reads through the pages of your valuable Artistry
That will always brand us together as one.
So
Have your day with a smile
While the sun is still shinning; because this is my sign of love
For you and the family that can never be undone.
“God Bless from up above”
Categories:
lyons, beautiful, brother, dedication, family,
Form:
Light Verse
Found the G.E.C.K and a genius super mutant named Fawkes
It's the lone wanderer, were their truly any doubts
On his way back, the enclave stun him cold
It's the lone wanderer, they must truly be bold
He wakes up to the face of the man that murdered his father and his dream
The lone wanders promises to severe the head from this fiend
They made a mistake and set him free
He lets off some steam and goes on a killing spree
Hoping to find the fiend, instead he finds a computer
It claimed to be president Eden, the leader of the future
The lone wanderer couldn't believe the stupidity
It gave him the F.E.V virus and claimed it was the best for humanity
The lone wanderer then remembers he found a self-destruct code
He told president Eden he was a whole
Laughing while he activates It's self-destruct mode
Running and gunning to his P.I.P boy radio
Listening to 'Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy' to fit the scenario
Turning Enclave soldiers into mashed potatoes
By the time he escaped the count down hit zero,
The lone wanderer stood in the background looking like a hero
Reunited with the genius super mutant Fawkes
They now have matching toys to take back to the house
Deciding to stick together for a noble cause,
They return to the Citadel after unloading a few hundred shots
The Brother Hood Of Steel commended them and gave them a round of applause
Time now to suit up and release a giant robot
'Now we take back the purifier!', Cried Sarah Lyons
'Take everything you can because only Enclave shall be dying'
The lone wanderer refuses their power armor and instead pulls out his Gatling gun
Him and Fawkes bump guns and are already for some fun
They rush through the gate behind the giant robot shooting a vertibird out of the sky
Running through the carnage seeing Talon mercs pass by
Barging through the front door of Jefferson's memorial
Spraying Enclave soldiers in a effortless tutorial
Beams from vengeance making clean incisions
Rapid is its fire with precise precision
Even if the lone wanderer had no vision
Fawkes and him could easily wipe out colonel Autumn's entire division
Now approaches colonel Autumn's final hour,
Without hesitation the lone wanderer draws his sword with power
Striking colonel Autumn dead and sour
Before his head rolls into the water,
The lone wanderer convinces Fawkes to play a little soccer
Categories:
lyons, hero, imagination, , memorial,
Form:
Rhyme
JOHN FRANCIS LYONS: A BROTHERS LOVE NEVER TOLD HIM THAT I LOVED HIM
I thank you John
For being there
You took me here
Took me there
You faired for me
I reverence you
But, I never told you I loved you
When races collided
We were besided, together
Like true brothers
You respected me
I respected you
You were the one who introduced me to
(pizza's, Chinese foods,)
I thank you John
For being there
You took me here
Took me there
You faired for me
I reverence you
In grade school you walked me there
First day of kindergarten you were there
We collected comic books, model cars and rockets
Role playing games before they were created
I never told him I loved him
He wasn't a friend, he was more than a friend
my brothers name was John Francis Lyons
But, I never told you I loved you
When races collided
We were besided, together
Like true brothers
You respected me
I respected you
I thank you
We were nine month apart
You were part of my heart
We represented what races should
Act
The different color of our skins
Didn't mean anything
During the times of racial discord and rioting
I had my brother John Francis Lyons
I thank you John
For being there
You took me here
Took me there
You faired for me
I reverence you
Please Lord I pray he's there
In heaven with you and his wife Donnelda
Their son Christopher and niece Theresa
I have already forgiven those men who killed them
The different color of our skins
Didn't mean anything
During the times of racial discord and rioting
We were nine month apart
You were part of my heart
We represented what races should
Act
I thank you John
For being there
You took me here
Took me there
You faired for me
I reverence you
I never told him I loved him
Yes we were of different fathers and mothers
were of a difference race and color
He wasn't a friend, he was more than a friend
my brothers name is John Francis Lyons
11/28/17
Dedicated to MY BROTHER: JOHN FRANCIS LYONS
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
lyons, appreciation, assonance, bereavement, dedication,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Toasted teacakes,parmesan cheese
Croquetted chicken,fricasees;
Apple dumplings,yogurt creamed
Welsh mutton,in pudding,steamed.
Baked Alaska,Banbury cake
Lyons ices with Cadbury flake;
Gorganzola buttered roll
Side salad oil drizzled,in a bowl.
Melba meringue,warm mince pies
Filet mignon,mushrooms and fries;
Sunday roast in dripping jelly
Onions and peppered tripe belly.
Trout poached,not microwaved
Slowly cooked,and no time saved;
Thick fishstock,bouillabaissed
Beefsteak so lightly braised.
Hash browns,sausage,gravy and mash
Casseroled stew or goulash;
Poached,simmered maybe pressure cooked
Tempting meals from Granma's book.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008
Categories:
lyons, food,
Form:
Quatrain
This poem is dedicated to an Amazing Album known as...(SOULJAH BOY...FLOWERS"
Written By: Tiffany Saxon
Fire lit...
Dim lights...
The perfect moment in time...
Where the last piece of the puzzle finally fit.
Looking deep within the eyes...
While our affections of...
Kissing, Touching, and Sucking ... unite
Under the instructions of our spirits guide.
"Trust Me" ...
I whisper as the chimes blow softly in the wind...
and only then...
Do I witness your body surrender to my actions of satisfaction
while holding you close...
In the middle of my Lyons Den.
And
As I open you up wide ...
I began to insert my love jones into your apple pie...
Oh ! I know you love my size ...
Thick and hard
For
I aim for perfection and don't apologize ...
"Ahh! Oh! ... Aaahh"
You sound ... as I move in and out ...
Deeper and Deeper
While we sink in unison to my Flower's - Track 7 ...
Now hold on tight sweetheart ...
While I climax you into Heaven ...
And
as we finish our romantic dance ...
We both know this was no mistake
and this was meant to be ...
two spirits dancing to love ...
Thank you... Signed
"TRUST ME"
Categories:
lyons, beauty, dance, dedication, desire,
Form:
Rhyme
Anne Bressington Lord Christopher Monkton Rashid Buttar dr Vernon Coleman dr Sherri Tenpenny Dr Peter McCullough Dr Ben Tapper, nurse Kate Semrani nurse Shelly Tasker Deborah Conrad Jane Mikovits Del Matthew Bigtree Christine Ronald Bernard
Northrup Simone Gold Robert F Kennedy jr Suzanne Humphries Andrew Wakefield
Kelly Brogan Joseph Mercola Lee Merritt Alex Berenson Ty Bollinger Alexandra Mention
Polly Tommey Barbara Los Fisher Rocco Gelato Dennis Rancourt Alex Jones Paul A Off it
Dr Steven Hotze Dr Luc Montagnier Dr Mariano Amici Dr Jane M Orient Dr Micheal Yeadon
Father James Altman Paul Craig Roberts archbishop Vigano Maria Claire Edwards ex un official also Dr Graham Lyons 'Aus senator Malcome Roberts' president Jaier Bolsenaro Brazil Professer Francis Boyle
Ricardo Bosi Luitenant colonel Australian sas retired. Dr Ronald Kostoff ( Dr Robert Malone Msrn experimental
Vaccine builder.) Dr Mercola
Categories:
lyons, anxiety, body, care, discrimination,
Form:
Epic
Toasted teacakes,parmesan cheese
Croquetted chicken,fricasees;
Apple dumplings,yogurt creamed
Welsh mutton,in pudding,steamed.
Baked Alaska,Banbury cake
Lyons ices with Cadbury flake;
Gorganzola buttered roll
Side salad oil drizzled,in a bowl.
Melba meringue,warm mince pies
Filet mignon,mushrooms and fries;
Sunday roast in dripping jelly
Onions and peppered tripe belly.
Trout poached,not microwaved
Slowly cooked,and no time saved;
Thick fishstock,bouillabaissed
Beefsteak so lightly braised.
Hash browns,sausage,gravy and mash
Casseroled stew or goulash;
Poached,simmered maybe pressure cooked
Tempting meals from Granma's book.
Categories:
lyons, family, food, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
"Give me my flowers while I'm here...
Don't wait till I'm gone ... It will be too late".
King Jamma
You've come a long way ...
For I've seen your up's and downs
The merry go round of fights and tears ...
Your doubts and fears
And yet,
This was your daily norm of everyday setbacks
And after all of that,
You still made a way to see another day.
And
from now till then ... you've paid your dues.
With your blood, sweat, and tears ...
all bottled up for years
Who knew?
With
the stroke of your ink and the pen
you'd use
your experiences as a tool and your muse.
And for that ...
I support, approve, and salute you.
"I GIVE YOU YOUR FLOWERS"...
For you are the pillar of excellence ...
A person that strives for the best
as this is true ...
Cause you've stood against the test of time ...
And
no matter the situation,
you held on ... and passed the test ...
Man ... I'm so proud of you.
"I GIVE YOU YOUR FLOWERS"...
For
Each and every day of the hour ... I saw your determination, and it was
always motivated through deep love and respect
described as Adoration...
and driven by and through God's gift and power.
"I GIVE YOU YOUR FLOWERS" ...
For our hearts are one and never crossed ...
I commend and extend my hand to the man ...
Who ran through the rain of fire
Even wars ...
And
not once did you ever bow down to the possibility of life's tricks and loss ...
You have my respect.
"I GIVE YOU YOUR FLOWERS"
And lastly ...
Always keep in mind ...
That your love and faith is the driving force
to the place that I call home.
I live through your heart Bro ...
And I love you ... Peace.
Angelo Lyons
A.K.A
Tony Rome.
"I give you your flowers"
The End ...
I GIVE YOU YOUR FLOWERS
Categories:
lyons, brother, dedication, family, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Lyons Road
And we beat the slaves
and we were beating and whipping them
and whipping and beating them hard
without mercy
then one day while I was beating the slaves
one turned around that looked like me
so I beat him the hardest of all
for he said, "One is comming to set us free"
my reaction sceamed
we are saved by greed!
then I cried
for one walked up wealthier than I
and I knew
that it was my turn to bleed
Categories:
lyons, life
Form:
over the bridge
to 'western street
&parminters for savoury
sausage meat
along by
the slaughterhouse
in silver lane
pop into jones&cocks
out of the rain
pass the fire-house
to aylesbury news
glance the photos
of the weeks who's&who's
to adams tobacco,corner
of the market square
pass mcilroys
hear the traders shout
their wares
my favoured table
at the ancient 'old beams'
tea ,scones &
local churned creams
thru ' bullshead ' alley
to upper high street
&nurricks,for a dental 'date'
then swiftly retreat
window-shop spraggs hermons,
& hepworths selections
into hopcrafts
for enticing confections
on to adkins
for an inner-tube kit
the walk uphill
keeps me fit
shop for groceries
at pearks,greggs&maypole
stopping at the co-op
to order the coal
into to kingsbury
for ashfords linctus
best not delay
in hasberrys ,seventy-eights
to spin and play
collect mum's hat
from the bonnet-box
next,bradfords
for those needed locks
fresh breadrolls
from baker page
&quick back&sides
styling,not yet the rage
box of nails from
ironmonger jowett
calling at sayers
for my lyons cornet
over the railway bridge
to west bros shop
for north&randall tizer
& a lemon lollipop
long lost names
in a memory fading fast
here recollected
from aylesbury's distant past
Categories:
lyons, memory, nostalgia, , western,
Form:
Rhyme
MY BROTHER, MY BEST FRIEND, MY NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR John Francis Lyons-
He is and adventurist artist
He is of military admiration
He is from the heart and soul beautiful
He is more than a mere friend
He is poet non vocal favorite singer(s) Johnny Cash and The Beetles
He is the one who walk me to kindergarten
He is just nine months older than I was...
He is strong, silent weak yet kind
He is personable passionate
He my brother, my friend, next door neighbor John Francis Lyons
2/4/2020
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
a SIMILE POEM Style
Categories:
lyons, appreciation, bereavement, best friend,
Form:
Free verse
“A photograph picture I see you yet I see not”
I attended the funeral never went to
the garden, to see the burial…Of
The Lyons family funny thing though,
I see you yet I see not.
I took a picture some exactly 40 years later,
standing at the graveside you’re dead.
Now you see this the Photograph.
I see you yet I see not
Taken with my cellular phone,
in the presents of God on a summer morn.
Just Him and I alone.
I see you yet I see not.
Markers ALL 7 granite/marble stones encrypted were,
their names I hadn’t seen my brother/friend,
Since we were teens never saw him.
I see you yet I see not...
As a man, tho! I heard he was a grand Marine.
A Sergeant in rank As I stood over the graves I prayed,
I click the camera 7 times in the Photograph.
I see you yet I see not.
Just their names date of births and deaths,
I held my breath, cried, ask the Lord God why!!
I grieve yet today cause I’ve no photograph,
"of my brother/my friend Marine Sergeant John F. Lyons."
I see you yet I see not...
9/23/19
For Writing Challenge 2, September 2019 - The Photograph
Sponsor, Wiishkobi Ode
Narrative poetry form only.
Categories:
lyons, analogy, appreciation, devotion, image,
Form:
Narrative