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2016 04 30 Poetry: 30 Ways April 30, 2016

And here we are, April the 30th. My oh my how this month has traveled quickly. Here one minute, May the next.

I must be honest with you all. I only cheated I think twice this month, in that I posted older writings. The other poems for the month were brand new, and most of those were written rather quickly, like within one hour. I think the longest I spent writing one of April’s poems was just short of one hour, 45 minutes. Honest. I hate to say it, but that’s how most of my poetry comes to me, quick and to the point, like a ping pong ball caught up in a twister.

Seriously though, I’d like to thank those of you who have commented on my writings. You know who you are, and you also know how much I am thankful for the opportunity to do this. It has been a challenge, but it has also been a lot of fun.

I enjoy writing. Always have, always will, I hope. I wish I had done more of it during my young adult years, but it just wasn’t meant to be. You see, a little thing called life caught up to me and chucked me ahead thirty or so years, and here I am. Grin

To my writing friends, thanks for another month of inspiration. To all of my friends, thanks for another month of friendship. To my God and my family, I run out of words after, “Thank You”.

Until next year, I hope the rest of this year brings you the gifts you will always remember. I hope that your health is good, and that your cup is full, every single day.

Thanks again, and always take care.




30 Ways
A poem by Deon Patrick Lyons

And so, April the 30th has come once again.
The errand of a fool must give way to a new name.
A new cycle of birthdays have celebrated the magic of their day.
The torch of spring will be handed off to the runner marked number 5.

Thirty days have patiently graced our paths.
Thirty nights the moon has fallen behind the night before.
Thirty times the earth has spun around.
Thirty different sunsets have followed thirty dawns.

Energetic hands of the clocks have kept us company throughout.
A billion cars have driven a trillion miles
One moon’s tides have all brought the treasures of the sea to our shores.
Eyes of innocence have watched a month of April sunrises.

Thousands of shooting stars have streaked across the spring nights.
A month full of tears has been wiped away by one single smile.
The cries of the newborn have filled the chambers of a beating heart.

May will come, as April did pass.
Another month older, thirty days wiser.
The sun climbs higher as the nights grow short.
The geese are beginning to unpack their summer luggage.

Thirty poems have filled the screen.
Thirty stories have found their way.
Thirty posts have hit the net.
Thirty ways this goat has smiled.


2016 04 26 Poetry: Always and Forever April 26, 2016

I’ve often wondered where it comes from. I’ve often thought about how to use it. From my earliest recollections, there has been a force in my life that has had a hand in what I did, how I did it, and where I thought of taking all of the things in my life that mattered to me.

Life has a way of supplying us with not necessarily what we want, but what we need. Sometimes what we need is the furthest thing from what we want, and well, you know how relentless the human psyche can be at times.

If you ever wonder how you made it through a difficult time, or managed to complete a seemingly insurmountable task, there’s probably one thing, and one thing alone that’s responsible.

Today is April 26, and below you will find poem number 26 of this, the National Poetry Month. Thanks again for dropping by my blog.

Now then, carry on.

You might be amazed with what transpires.



Always and Forever
A poem by DP Lyons

Constantly changing.
Never dull.
Element of surprise.
Absolutely priceless.
Amazingly free.
Never questioned.
Often overlooked.
Hardly obsolete.
Sometimes alone.
Sometimes in good company.
Always useful.
Sadly discarded.
Hopefully never misused.
Never misguiding.
Never bartered.
Selectively absorbed.
Often loved.
Often utilized.
Often talked about.
Hardly ever offered.
Unknowingly maintained.
Hopefully trusted.
Always original.
Never selfish.
Never shameful.
Never hurtful.
Sometimes brave.
Sometimes courageous.
Sometimes dignified.
Sometimes determined.
Sometimes mine.
Sometimes yours.
Sometimes theirs.
Sometimes ours.

Always and forever,


2016 04 12 Poetry: Wonder April 12, 2016

Oh my! April 12 already! I wonder how the time goes by so fast!

It seems like I’m always thinking about this, or pondering about that. Fact is, this soggy mush melon of mine hardly ever stops thinking, although sometimes it doesn’t seem like much. Dwelling upon this, figuring out that, contemplating on something that has no bearings on anything at all, it’s all just so, um, wonderful!

I think about my childhood, then I think about my old friends, then I think about what I like to eat, or watch, or play, or listen to, or eat.

Did I already say eat? I thought so. Sorry about that. Infatuation gets the best of us all at times, right?

Ok then. I think I thought a thing or two, but then again, I hardly ever think at all.

Not really. Fact is, once again, there’s hardly a moment that goes by where I’m not hand cranking the gears upstairs.

What happens if I ever run out of things to think about? Do I start over? Do I ask for my money back? Do I need to reboot or something?


And here it is, April 12th, and here you go, my 12th poem of the month.

Tired of me yet? Really? You mean I can submit 18 more after today? Really?

Far out, I mean, cool, I mean, like frigging awesome dude!

Thanks for putting up with the ranting scripture of a goat on a writing roll. Thanks for stopping by my blog, and thanks for not ever stopping while you think. After all, you might end up hurting yourself.

Be well, and once again, here we go!



A poem by DP Lyons

A jet plane just flew over head
I wonder where it’s going
I wonder where it’s been
I wonder how fast it’s flying
I wonder if anyone on board was looking down at me
I wonder

A cardinal just raced across the back yard
I wonder where he’s going
I wonder if he might be as red as I remember red to be
I wonder if he might be a she
I wonder

I was thinking about an old school friend
I wonder what he’s up to
I wonder what he looks like today
I wonder if he’s married with kids
I wonder if he ever thinks about the good old days
I wonder

I’ve always been fascinated with the earth
I wonder how all the stars came to be
I wonder if we’re all alone
I wonder how we all ended up here
I wonder if anyone will ever find us
I wonder

I’ve always loved to write
I wonder what I should write about
I wonder what all of my writings mean
I wonder if I’ll ever stop writing
I wonder why I love to write
I wonder

I think about who I am
I wonder how my life came to be
I wonder where the time went
I wonder what it’ll be like twenty years from now
I wonder if in twenty years I will remember writing this poem
I wonder


2016 04 03 Poetry: Words April 3, 2016

April 3 is absolutely free, and it’s almost slipped away towards tomorrow. How quickly the time can slip away. How quickly we live another day. How quickly it’s time for another poem, and here I go again with my third installment in my poem a day challenge for this, National Poetry Month.

I wish to thank all of you who took a chance and dropped in. I’m honored by your presence, and hope your day went well.
We lost our power this afternoon, and I didn’t have time to write a poem when the power came back on, so it looks like I’m cheating, but I’ll try to make up for it by writing two poems for one of the upcoming days. I guess time will tell, right? grin
Now then, here we go with another poem. I wrote this a while ago, and as I was flipping down through the folder of my poetry, it grabbed my curiosity, so, here it is for your enjoyment, your comment and your critique.

Thanks, and have a great rest of your day. Hopefully, I’ll catch ya tomorrow.


A poem by DP Lyons

Whispers of words echo around cluttered corridors
Catch phrases and metaphors find their purpose under a spinning sun
Meanings defined, they settle quietly along a dusty bookshelf
Carefully collect them all, and safely log them away

Hollow rants and empty rage make their lasting book marks, quick and deep
Relentless torment cuts to the quick with selfish tone
Devious plots slowly attack and rip away the pages of carefully gathered time
Hate and anger lie cleverly hidden, armed with blades of sharpened text

Armies of unforgiving envy ravage a misspelled, barren land
Whirling verbs and advancing adjectives take little blame and accept no prisoners
Plotting their pillage, they strike their targets with deadly, shameless punctuation
Misspelled innocence stands little chance and surrenders, beaten, battered and bruised

Alone, in a secluded chapter, love waits its turn
After patiently plotting a paraphrased path, it slowly makes its move
Carefully selected praise with words of beauty wrap around and tug at wounded hearts
They find their way, their paragraph, their purpose, their home

The darkened lands of dread and pity give way to an ever changing font
True meaning and everlasting purpose slowly rise beyond the eastern margin
A new, peaceful light reaches out as it shapes the sentence structure of another day
Metaphors of love form and take shape, with pure passion and welcomed affection

The page has turned.


2016 04 03 Poetry: Building Blocks April 2, 2016

Well look at that! It’s April the second already! My oh my how the time flies by when you’re having fun. I bet some of you just thought to yourselves, “I know, right?”

Anyway, it’s the second day of National Poetry Month. Ya, that’s right. Big burly billy goat writing poetry. Kinda funny looking, right? Grin

Ok, ok, I’m sorry. I’ll focus a little more and try to get this post all sorted out. Like I said, it’s April the second, and below you will find my second installment of the “Poem a Day” challenge that I committed to.

This poem I started this morning, and finished just a few minutes ago. Now, don’t get carried away. It’s not like I worked on it all day. I took a break to go help my grandson celebrate his 10th birthday today, and I’m all caked out, with no room to spare.

And away we go with poem number 2!

Thanks again for stopping by Surviving, and have a restful night.


Building Blocks
A poem by DP Lyons

Take one step
Then one more
It’s really not that far
Reaching out
Reaching up
A shimmer from a star

Learning curves
Building blocks
The man upon the moon
One more step
School bus trips
Summer ends too soon

Growing up
Heading out
The world is calling you
Moving vans
Plastic cards
Thirty days past due

Baby’s here
Bottle’s cold
Sleepless nights begin
Late for work
Traffic jam
Heartburn settles in

Baseball gloves
Ballet shoes
Cell phone died tonight
Ice cream cones
Pizza box
Slacks are getting tight

One by one
College bound
Years have rolled on past
Lonely house
Empty rooms
Memories that last

Growing old
Worried frown
Can’t remember crap
Supper time
Time to take a nap

Take one step
Then one more
Partners till the end
Better half
Kindred soul
My life, my love, my friend


2016 04 01 Poetry: Unrehearsed April 1, 2016

And so, once again, it’s April 1, and once again, it’s National Poetry Month.

Last year, I posted a poem a day for the whole month of April, and here I go again. I love to write poetry, and although I have found it harder to write this past year, I will make my effort to once again post a poem a day to this, my blog. As I said, I love to write poetry, and as the words form their music across the page, a different side of me rises up from a hidden place, a secret place, a warming, cozy place, and as I write, a familiar song continues to play across my heart and soul.

I wish you all the best that April has to offer, and aside from being a day born unto the fools of the world, I hope that each day of this spring month brings you a sense of being, a sense of love, a sense of life that you will never forget.

And here we go with poem number 1.


A Poem by DP Lyons

I find it harder to write what I feel
The words can’t form their text
Emotions rush in and take hold of an innocent gaze
Memories curiously scatter across the floor

A year older, a day wiser, a moment so unsure
Character of doubt drifts across the morning mist
I reach to the left as I lean to the right
I clutch frantically for something I can’t see

One small, cautious step upon the moon
The earth spins far above
I hear the calls from a distant home
Unrehearsed words continue to lose their way

Gather in those emotions which have wandered off
Collect those dreams of a restless night
Cradle those wishes of a mindful past
And yet again, those words fall short of their mark

Continue to live the simple phrase
Faith will take me to the end of the page
Bend back those frightened words
I breathe, I feel, I live, and so, I write


2015 04 25 Poetry: Mother April 25, 2015

April 25th is here, and once again, so are you. Welcome! I hope you’re all doing well.

I write a lot about a lot. I write about the sun, the moon, the stars, the seasons, the birds and wildlife, and yes, I write about family. It’s the most important thing to me under the sun. It’s what holds my world together, and it’s what keeps me moving forward.

There is no love like that which we feel towards family. There is nothing that grows stronger over time like family. Putting it mildly, there’s nothing that will ever compare to, you guessed it, family.

I was thinking of my mum this morning. I thought back to when I was a little guy, and how calming and soothing it was knowing she was there. She instilled in me a lot of the characteristic traits that keep me company today. She gave me a piece of her heart that I will selfishly keep with me through all eternity. She expected things from me, and demanded things from me. Through it all, she gave me what I needed to become the man I am.

This poem is dedicated to her, my mom. Even with all of my love, I will never be able to express how much she means to me and how thankful I am that she is, indeed, my mom.




Mother, oh mother, hear my pleading call
Shivering child from years ago stands before you
Grant me access to your warming heart
Calm my scattered spirit with your magical potion

I remember your words as I craved your touch
I remember your gentle kiss on my forehead
I remember wrapping my arms around you
I remember

Please sing me that same, soothing lullaby
Please rock me in your arms until I fall fast asleep
Please tell me everything will be alright

Walk beside me as we brave the world
Walk beside me as I dare to dream
Walk beside me as your older boy discovers the unknown
Walk beside me

Promise me a handful of possibilities
Promise me of the love that awaits me
Promise me a family of my own
Promise me

Rescue me from a dastardly foe
Rescue me from an unrelenting obstacle course
Rescue me and whisper your calming tone
Rescue me

Sing to me your praise as you stare into my eyes
Sing to me of the opportunity each day provides
Sing to me your anthem of faith, love and hope
Sing to me

Share your secrets with me
Guide me towards tomorrow
Pray for me as I do for you
Watch over me with confidence

Soothe my skipping heartbeat with your healing touch
Calm my worried gaze with your gentle touch
Release my anxious breath with a mother’s touch
Mother, Oh Mother