Reader’s Favorite Book Reviews – I Am A World of Uncertainties Disguised As A Girl

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Reviewed by Rosie Malezer for Readers’ Favorite

I Am A World Of Uncertainties Disguised As A Girl is an incredible embodiment of emotion, expressed through prose and poetry, and written by Nicole Lyons. The shuddering impact each verse creates in the soul of the reader is profound, dealing in various embattled reactions to situations in life and its complexities. Whether the subject be conveying one’s faith, promiscuity, temptations in life or broken hearts, each verse shakes you emotionally, as it reaches inside and tinkers with the many different experiences and aspects of a person’s existence.

Never before have I read poetry on such a large scale of extreme raw emotion. I was able to feel and relate to the pain of Nicole Lyons as she expressed so many variances in her life, up to the point of waiting for the impact of death to take place. The violations of a human body and soul were also felt, bringing back some very painful moments in my own life, all of which were expressed so fully in the pages of I Am A World Of Uncertainties Disguised As A Girl. Whether Nicole draws each verse from experience or imagination, the talent which shines through each page is intense, almost to the point of it blinding the reader in a lyrical depiction of pain, heartache, disaster and emotional invasion.

Two poems snagged my interest in particular: Turning Goodbye came across as a final message left on a tombstone or epitaph, whereas Impetus draws upon the raw emotion of a tidal pull. I wholeheartedly recommend I Am A World Of Uncertainties Disguised As A Girl to lovers of poetry over the age of 15 years, and look forward to adding it to my bookshelf at home, filled only with incredible works in literature.

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Reviewed by Sarah Stuart for Readers’ Favorite

I Am A World Of Uncertainties Disguised As A Girl is a compilation of over a hundred freestyle poems that express feelings we can all recognise to some degree. Nicole Lyons’ writing is nothing less than poetic art that delves deep into the psyche of a girl swinging from the extremes of passionate sexual love to the suicidal thoughts of a lover rejected. Nicole Lyons is a woman of few words; despite the length of this collection and the complexity of the subject matter, few poems are long, but those that are shine out with an undeniable brilliance. Does the “she” featured throughout survive, or are these words, which comprise The Draw, her epitaph engraved in stone? “Some souls were never meant to be content.”

Readers will discern the cleverness of Freight Train, a dip into a suicidal mind, the analogy to a boat aground in Bursting Pure and Blooming, and the rightness of the title Three Sheets to Forever. Personally, I loved I Have Surrendered on this Night, the suspension of worries in dreams, and Yes, I Remembered You, unforgettable for this beautiful line: “a thousand wild stallions carried my pulse around the mountains of my bones”. My favourite of the short poems scattered throughout was Little Black Dress; fourteen words sum up all the doubt and longing to impress that ubiquitous garment implies. Nicole Lyons’ I Am A World Of Uncertainties Disguised As A Girl demands a place in the heart, and bookcase, of poetry lovers all over the world.

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Reviewed by Joel R. Dennstedt for Readers’ Favorite

Although, considering the perspective of her work, Nicole Lyons might smirk cynically at being called a major gifted talent, her collection of poetry, I Am A World Of Uncertainties Disguised As A Girl places her as such with no trace of uncertainty or equivocation. There is no doubt she earns such poetic respect for her peerless ability to communicate, clearly and precisely, the deepest sufferings of life, but also leaves no doubt she has endured them first. No one could talk like this purely by imagination.

I have been covered
in easy kisses
from uneasy lips
and I know I
smell weary again.
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My life can be boiled down
to nothing more than
a series of tracks hauling
freight trains filled with intensity,
and me, the ultimate train wreck,
just itching to play chicken.

In every poem included in I Am A World Of Uncertainties Disguised As A Girl, Nicole Lyons creates a beautiful continuity of rhythm, sound, meaning, and intensity. In turn, while accessible poetry is a true rarity, either sacrificing depth for shared understandings, or worse, using false obscurities to imply such depth, Lyons retains an almost suffocating emotional consciousness without sacrificing the familiar. And, perhaps most courageous for a poet seeking serious validation, she unerringly applies a ruthless conciseness to her creations that is apt to be mistaken for simplicity. Her poems are not simple. They are simply devastating.

And sometimes these words,
they save me, but sometimes,
most times, they kill me,
syllable by fucking syllable,
they rip me to shreds.

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A Cosmic Disappointment

I drink

and I scream

and I curse the stars,

and still you are here,

blaring in my fucking veins.

Nicole Lyons 2017

Most Days

I don’t know if I will ever

know the truth of us,

and what could have been,

what should have been,

what will never be.

But I do know I loved you

and I think you may

have loved me too,

and most days

that is enough.

Nicole Lyons 2017

Robbing Air

I don’t want to live this life anymore,
but you are pinks and deep hues,
the tangerine clouds behind sunsets
that giggle and puff themselves
into the shape of my mother,
when she slouched proudly
against the cupboards that robbed my air.
You are the pink of her that opened
the doors on their mothers
getting busy with our uncles,
and the red screeching from a pillowcase
bursting with the Siamese kittens they drowned.
You are deep hues and an ugly reminder
of small towns and smaller minds,
stroked once and cut twice
from a life, we are all running from.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

I Know You Too

I know you know me.
By the ache
in your bones
and the pulse
in your veins,
you know me,
and God help you,
I know you too.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

Blank Verse – David Lohrey

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Blank Verse – David Lohrey

I’m asked to ignore too much…look the other way.
In fact, I should call my poems empty poems.
“Never-mind poetry,” that’d be a better name.
I’ll write poems about nothing. Poems that say
absolutely nothing but say it well. I’ll write poetry
that resemble Rothko’s paintings of voids, great hollow,
pulsating works of art, undulating existential blobs
from the bottom of the heart, written down but just
as easily forgotten.

Poems celebrating everything that’s good and wholesome,
that’ll be my racket. Easter eggs before they’re broken,
poems about Elvis as a matador printed on black velvet, with
HOME SWEET HOME embroidered in sequins and little
plastic pearls, with hymns to the Almighty. They’ll be called blank
verse and can be served with dessert toppings like apple sauce,
chocolate or maple syrup. Those would be apt subjects for a howdy-doody
poet like me. We’ll call them…

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Pandering

Sometimes I feel as if
I am pandering to savages,
sealing my soul and selling it
for an innocent kiss
or a quick fix.
And then I push and I shove,
and I make my way
to the front of the line
to buy it all back
from the wasted souls
who look an awful lot like me.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

The Keeper of Time

I swear to God, I am not proud of it,
this wishing and unwishing,
and the wishing and unwishing of more,
as if that could make these things be something
or nothing, or take them all away,
or even add a maybe to them all.
This wishing and unwishing are killing me.

If I could go back and take it all back,
or change it all I would,
God help me, I would.
There are so many things I would change
and so many things I couldn’t,
and wouldn’t, and would never want to,
but if I started to change one thing,
I would never stop.

I would wish to be the keeper of time
to whisper my secrets to you,
and we would sit beyond time and I would tell you

You can change this. I have kept your time.
I have kept your seconds.
I have kept your wishes and your memories
and your love here, in this notebook,
and I give it back to you now
with an eraser and a pencil.
And I would look there, on your notebook,
on its dog-eared edges and its faded cover,
and I would wish for brighter colours and
I would say to you,

Here is the notebook of your life,
the notebook of your time,
and I am giving it back to you.
I am giving you this one pass,
as the keeper of your time
and the keeper of your sins,
I give them back to you.

I give you back your dreams,
rewrite them.

Write it all, and don’t write it
as if you were afraid

of what people would think.

Don’t write it as if
you haven’t been given a second chance
upon a first chance,

because you haven’t.
But still, write it.


I, as the keeper of your time,

and the chronicler of your memories,
give you this page and this pencil,
and I ask you to write without fear,
without consequence,
without hope or sorrow,
I ask you to write, so write.

I can not reset time,
I can not make things right
as you see them be,
because your right is wrong
in everyone else’s eyes,
in cosmic eyes that stare down at us all.

Don’t read the rewrite,
and I will keep you secretly,
and give you this page and this pencil to write
all of the things you wanted to write,
all of the things you wanted to keep,
all of the things you wanted to change,
all of the things that are time and are not,
and will not or never be,
and I ask you to write it solidly,
without despair, without guilt, without question.

Write your rewrite that I can never grant you,
and sign your name to the bottom of it, proudly.
For there is nothing wrong with a rewrite,
in this life or in others, there is nothing wrong
with wanting a rewrite, even if we love
our stories and the way they began
with a once upon a time and ended
with a happily ever after,
because you are many stories.
You are a great book of love, and loss, and light,
and the wisdom of your pages, between your pages
could never be rewritten into the stories that are.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

Bring Your Wishes

It is empty in here.
This place that once
felt the fire of falling stars
is now cold in his fading light.
So I shall invite you in
and ask you to bring your wishes,
and perhaps the both of us
will burst like suns again.

 

© Nicole Lyons 2017

Through A Mist

What a gorgeous piece

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I will not see your face with my eyes, nor touch your hands with my own.

I will never hear your voice outside of my dreams, I cannot watch you live.

A life is not made of time.

Supposing I knew you, I weep in secrecy for what I might have known.

I can tell the story of what may have been and what was, I can interpret my intuitive emotions into language and create a space for you in the hearts that might understand.

When I was twelve I had a kitten, he ran away before he was two months old.

When I was nineteen I had a crush on a girl that didn’t return the favor.

When I was thirty-two I forced life to my will and captured love and family.

When you were-

When you were-

You weren’t.

Perhaps I didn’t do it right, maybe a mistake…

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