Best Byrne Poems
Upon the meadow where you were born,
I make a vow to stay by your side,
And though my heart in anguish is torn,
Tear-filled eyes remember our last ride.
You breathe hard as you lay in the grass.
Your heart beats like the thunder of earth.
In its own time, life will let you pass
To look for the mare who gave you birth.
Reins are hung on a hook in the byrne.
Your stall is empty. It leaves me forlorn.
I, the pupil, from your strength did learn
The joy of life the day you were born.
Your body once hot, now becomes cold.
The sun fades as the clouds become thicker.
Good-bye, my friend. Our rides made us bold.
Just nicker once more, softly nicker
....softly nicker...
Categories:
byrne, death, horse,
Form:
Rhyme
Flowers In Your Hair, Gold Dust On Your Trailing Gown
( Robert Lindley and Nicola Byrne )
Flowers in your hair, gold dust on your trailing gown
You my true sky angel, had floated right on down.
Golden sandals on your feet, toenails glowing white
All eternity shan’t see a prettier sight.
Your soft and gentle voice, a million ways of sweet
Your touch is my hope and your kiss, love-food to eat.
Each moment a true blessing, you my darling gave
Each dance your gift, healing treasures, my heart to save.
Love of my life, sing softest hymns to this lost soul
For before you came, sorrows took a heavy toll.
Know darling, this heart and spirit you have thus healed,
Should fate deny us, with love, truth has been revealed.
Now every balmy breeze that blows against my skin,
Resonant of your kisses, brings a joyous grin.
In the sun’s warm splendour, a halo I doth see
Shine upon the waters, where love’s eyes swim to me.
And every now and then, blessed with rains from above,
I feel your tender touch, the glory of your love.
Your scent, like fragrant blossoms, straight from heaven’s lawn
Exhilarates the senses, waking me each dawn.
Firm witness is the world, to thy healing powers
and graceful presence, bringing halcyon hours.
All that I envision, to turn around a frown:
Flowers in your hair, gold dust on your trailing gown.
Collaboration by Robert J. Lindley and Nicola Byrne
5-22-2017
Categories:
byrne, art, beautiful, creation, heart,
Form:
Romanticism
Under the Sea (English Sonnet)
I’d like to go beneath the sea
exploring wonders down below
where fish and creatures dwell for free
and undeterred the currents flow.
A submarine like Nemo had
would serve me well to venture deep.
This would not be a passing fad
or an adventure on the cheap.
Submerged Atlantis I would seek
Poseidon, too, trident in hand;
a lingua franca we could speak
for Greek is hard to understand!
I’d like to go beneath the sea
then share with you its mystery.
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An English sonnet follows the pattern 'abab cdcd efef gg'.
Every line should be ten syllables long, but in this case an
exception has been made, thus 8 syllables are being used.
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Contest: Where I Want to Go
Sponsor: Nicola Byrne
Placed 2nd
© 3rd March 2017
Categories:
byrne, imagination, travel,
Form:
Sonnet
Strewn with buds onto night’s refrain
We followed the hovel of an outer-world,
As rustling leaves formed a map’s cave
Through a journey connecting reality;
Where our twin- souls moved in silence.
I felt your hands cuddling a bounty of flowers
And we meet in Portugal third instance,
Cleansing lost time in holy water.
The procession of candles brushed the air
quite sacred: white lilies unfurling petals
into hundred lights on the shrine
of admirable Fatima, while life crowned us again.
We strolled with a monolith of statues
Blessing our paths aligning our thoughts
In the house of Mary, of transparent gods.
But the vision turns into ripples; I’m by myself
a lone pilgrim enclosed around a grotto
Wishing he was here, feeling him like my breath.
Long Distance Love Contest
For Nicola Byrne
Re-submitted 10/16/2016
Categories:
byrne, mystery, travel,
Form:
Free verse
You whine and whistle, ghostlike, when you round
the corner of my cottage in the cove.
You sweetly soothe or taunt and terrify.
No one on Earth dictates where you will rove.
A menacing marauder or a mild,
melodious, mysterious delight,
you play your part in nature to the hilt--
just heard and felt, not subject to man's sight.
June 23, 2017, placed first in Brian Strand's Mid-Summer Premiere Contest
Date: August 19, 2017
Contest Name: Blowing in the Wind
Sponsor: Nicola Byrne
January 26, 2019, entered on Mark Toney's Poetry Marathon, Mile 13
February 18, 2020, entered in the Strand Select T contest
Categories:
byrne, nature, wind,
Form:
Rhyme
Just leave behind your paint-by-number days
Move in to your reflection in my eyes
I'll finger paint my love over your grey
So all your daydreams will be colorized
I'll paint a world beyond your wildest dream
With colors undefined on any chart
You'll find with me, no mundane color scheme
Each stroke, I'll add more depth to your fine art
And after each day we will paint the night
The hues in all your dreams will blend with mine
Imagination sparks, then love ignites
Exploding fireworks as our dreams entwine
These eyes are radiant because of you
Your beauty is reflected in my view
(fireworks 2 syllables)
by Daniel Turner
My response to Nicola's Radiant Eyes.
Radiant Eyes
Radiant eyes, you haunt my dreams,
And ignite imagination.
Piercing gems, a hint of moonbeams,
Spark my quest for exploration.
Just like a lighthouse, at night, they gleam
And guide me to your loving arms.
Your love and strength govern supreme,
And protect me from daylight harms.
But soon, the earth, in all her schemes,
Pulls me from salvation.
At dawn’s early rise, I am, it seems,
Bled of sweet intoxication.
Oh radiant eyes, where do you go,
When the nightmare of morn has begun?
I try to forget, but the soul with the glow
Lingers ’til I come undone.
Hours are so long, when will I see you
In the waking light of day?
Colour my world with your radiant hue
And end my nightmare grey.
by Nicola Byrne
Categories:
byrne, fantasy, love,
Form:
Sonnet
The End of the Road (Love Grows Not Cold)
We started as friends, a long time ago.
We’d meet every day and walk to our school.
In fall’s brilliant beauty, then trudging through snow,
and later in spring, when weather was cool.
I’ll always remember the sunniest day.
His mood had been changing when suddenly,
during our typical chatting away,
the look on his face seemed so sweet to me.
He took hold my hand, and turned a bit red.
I didn’t mind; I’d been wanting him to!
Just starting out – such a long road ahead!
Love blooming from friendship grew strong and true.
While still in our teens, he made me his wife.
That was the spring of our love blossoming.
Then summer came on the road of our life.
With joy came also the woes life can bring.
When autumn set in, it was the time that
our children were grown! Now we’re getting old.
But we’ll warm each other when we are at
the end of the road, for love grows not cold!
Jan. 7, 2017 for the contest of Nicola Byrne
Categories:
byrne, love,
Form:
Quatrain
watch me!
oh, watch me dance!
al these months I have waited
twisting in the wind with the others
clasping tight
doing my work
helping to feed The One
creating sustenance to give
from the air and rain and sunlight
how diligent I have been!
my ribs strengthening
veins surging
with their life-giving fluid
singing with the other Little Ones
when the breeze tickled us
yes, I've waited
the wait (and work) has been blithe
but, oh, so much MORE joyous
is The Dance!
the work is complete
the One is fed for the winter
the way made for those that come after
now is Autumn
now we dance, joy!
now we dance and die!
oh, do not fear for me, I am bliss!
the dance is everything!
the dance is our end, yes
but oh, such a sublime end it IS!
to bounce and float and drift!
to spin and dive and soar, resplendent!
to show my bright colors to the earth and sky!
is there any farewell more wonderful?
is there any requiem as exquisite?
just ONE dance
but, oh, how divine it is!
no other dance is like mine - none!
none of my kind will drift as I do ...
we each have our own time
we each have our own sway
each of us, a grand danse de la mort!
and it is perfection!
oh, to inhabit the wind with such color!
to dance such a death, divine ...
such a wondrous celebration
of the new life to come ...
with Springtide!
* SECOND PLACE in the "Autumn Colors" Poetry Contest, Nayda Ivette Negron, Sponsor. *
* FOURTH PLACE in the "Blowing In the Wind Poetry Contest", Nicola Byrne, Sponsor & Judge. *
Categories:
byrne, autumn, dance, nature, tree,
Form:
Free verse
Nicola Byrne
Now know that her name is Nicola Byrne
Writes great poems with a smooth iron
And I also have heard some poets say
She recently had another Poem of The Day.
Poem was about a person who was a pedant
Who for long life and acting had a pendant
And something else that also is ironical
She has become Byronically Byrneimical.
Jim Horn
https://www.bing.com/search?q=poet%20byrne&form=WNSGPH&qs=SW&cvid=b822c1fe43054953b1bf27d064d1e0da&pq=poet%20byrne&nclid=223510F8277B1497603ABEB8B92AEE3D&ts=1460631516390&pf=2&pcsId=29ec8261007444748e367850b497bcbf
Categories:
byrne, allegory, analogy, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
To walk the cliffs of ancient trails
that speak of winds and loss laid bare
midst sounds to tell of all the tales
of lore and truths they beg to share
Taxila, Sanchi and Petra call
with voices rasping in their dust
tongues only whisper since their fall
of Gods who but betrayed their trust
More than hidden treasure left
is wisdom time holds in their stones
a quest to seek their dreams bereft
that repose within their poets bones
Trails that lead to gilded wings
oft will find more precious things
Where I Want To Go Contest
Sponsored by Nicola Byrne
02/19/2017
First Place Contest Winner
Categories:
byrne, history, journey, mystery, places,
Form:
Sonnet
"Necropoleis"
Naked and invisible
strange weather
has transported
me through the
dark violet
Necropoleis
towards the
eternity that
is You
Floating like a
leaf, cold-veined
To another life
Fire, that is You
I am falling
into You
Naked and invisible
strange weather
has transported
me through the
dark violet
Necropoleis
towards the
eternity that
is You
Awaking slowly
I am falling
into You
Floating like a
leaf, cold-veined
naked and invisible
transported through the
dark violet
Necropoleis
Falling
into another life,
FIRE
towards the
eternity that
is You
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Strange Weather” / Anna Calvi feat. David Byrne
https://youtu.be/nulQtD5-emU
Necropolis/singular
Necropoleis/plural
Photographer: Bill Henson/Australia
https://tolarnogalleries.com/artists/bill-henson/
(1) Bill Henson/Australia
https://www.broadsheet.com.au/sydney/art-and-design/article/after-seven-years-controversial-photographer-bill-henson-makes-his-long-awaited-return-sydney
(2) Bill Henson/ Australia
https://www.abc.net.au/news/2017-03-09/bill-henson-model-alice-heyward-defends-controversial-photograph/8338430
(3) Bill Henson /Australia
http://www.australianreview.net/digest/2008/06/valentine.html
Categories:
byrne, imagery, romance, symbolism,
Form:
Romanticism
Deep in the harbor it's rowing our boat,
does it have the map to where we float?
Far in the woodland it's singing our song,
why didn't it follow us, to come along?
Up by the farm it's buzzing the cornfields,
hope it knows not to blow away the yields.
In open land, it's spinning the windmills,
people on the hill are happy with its skills.
What just caused the sun to blush,
and why did he wave goodbye in a rush?
Is it about the kiss, that the wind blew apart,
instead of landing directly in your heart?
Or about butterflies humming with pollen,
playing cupid to pollinate buds swollen?
Why did the twilight fade so soon,
is it time already to welcome the moon?
Did wind shrill about our romantic dance?
I saw the moon winking in a glance.
Is there a message hidden in their wings?
I hope to find out with a beautiful ring.
August 22, 2017
Placed 4th:Blowing in the Wind contest by Nicola Byrne
HM: Your choice (9) contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
byrne, love, nature, wind,
Form:
Couplet
I wrote the perfect poem, and I double-checked each line
The imagery was stunning, the picture painted was divine
My face broke into a smile with the glowing comments I received
But when I saw the ‘winner’s list’ I found my eyes were deceived
There was a massive void where my name should have been
How could the premiere contest sponsor be so bloody mean!
Contest You Broke my Heart
Sponsored by Nicola Byrne
02~11~17
Categories:
byrne, heartbroken, humorous, poetry,
Form:
Couplet
In response to 'paint me a rainbow' by nicola byrne
Golden eye and crescent nerve.
The rainbow hides, he doesn't like
to be disturbed.
He's actually a bit perturbed.
The people gaping from behind
and every angle wide.
You have to pay for pictures blue
and colours frosted in the nude.
The rainbow waits in turn for you
to show him curves for him to perv.
Categories:
byrne, celebration,
Form:
Free verse
My alegence is pledged to one who blows in the wind We are blessed to be in the Republic for which it stands
One nation, under God always, as our flag blows in the wind I have this treasured piece, folded and neatly tucked away
I must keep it secure, assuring that it never goes astray Since I have owned it, never has it seen the light of day
Perhaps someday, I shall set it free to blow in the wind I'd love to see it flap its wings, but I don't know when
This prized possession of mine has thirteen stripes Seven stripes are clothed in the hardiness of red
Six of the stripes are beautifully arrayed in purity white I must secure a flag pole and watch it blow in the wind
I am the grateful and the proud holder of my 48 state flag May God wrap us all in the blue color of vigilance, perseverance, and justice.
08192017FBTGPSContest, Blowing In The Wind, Nicola Byrne, 4P
Categories:
byrne, america, beauty, christian, devotion,
Form:
Couplet