Best Nicola Poems

If only I could make my way to Paris
To search the boulevards and rainy rues
I'd look to find my lonely heart an heiress
An Irish lass...

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Flowers In Your Hair, Gold Dust On Your Trailing Gown
 ( Robert Lindley and Nicola Byrne )

Flowers in your hair, gold dust on your trailing...

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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...

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There's Danny with his love light burning,
Then Victor with his soulful yearning. 
Jan makes us laugh with wit and delight,
Armand serenades us all through the...

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(a Triple Triolet)

Where blues and purples dominate,
Pandora beckons from beyond.
Entranced by it, I gravitate. . . 
Where blues and purples dominate,
a way of life to...

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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. ...

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Out in a pretty meadow running free,
where laughing, we fall down in the clover,
or even better, down beside the sea
watching as the brilliant sun sets...

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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-...

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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...

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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...

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(Sonnet with rhyme on both ends of alternating lines)

The starkness of my world now that he’s gone
pervades in all I see and hear and feel,
but...

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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...

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To walk the cliffs of ancient trails
     that speak of winds and loss laid bare
     midst sounds...

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watch me!

oh, watch me dance!
  al these months I have waited
    twisting in the wind with the others
   ...

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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...

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