Byrne Poems

Upon a Meadow

...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...

Our Big Lunch

...God Save the King! So echoed round 
the village halls, the pubs, the streets
the day our Charlie Prince was crowned. 
Homes decked with bunting, cake, and treats.

We celebrated with a rave, 
o...

Being Your Eyes For Swell

...Being Your Eyes for Swell 2007
Swell: Currumbin Sculpture Festival
 
For Fred
Picture us arm in arm, strolling,
the crunch of sand underfoot,
the scent of sea air, the touch of sea wind
on our...

The Splice of Life

...
“The Splice of Life”



When colour 
was to be 
washed out
of the world 

the evil ones 
didn’t care

the Actor led 
with his 
Dementors 
either side of him

La...

The Heart and the Flamingo

...I saw a heart on a Large pink to scarlet web-footed wading bird with down-bent bill,
The heart was pink and so very hard to see, but I knew it was there,
Because it was in my little Minnie’s smile....

Necropoleis

...
"Necropoleis"



Naked and invisible
strange weather 
has transported 
me through the 
dark violet 
Necropoleis

towards the 
eternity that ...

Ex-Mayor Jayne Byrne

...Former Mayor of Chicago, Ms. Jayne Byrne
about mood swings and temper tantrums had what to learn

To differentiate her from the Panama Canal 
Ask yourself which
  ~ One of them was a busy ditch...

Torn Curtains Blowing

...
My dream is taking me back-  back to my old home,
the room that was mine is now faded in time;
torn curtains are blowing in the wind while I roam.

In the open window-  I hesitate then ...

Blowing In the Wind

...Dandelion blown
Wishing delusional dreams
Floating in the sky
Vanishing seeds as thin air
Returning reality











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Torn Curtains Blowing

...
My dream is taking me back-  back to my old home,
the room that was mine is now faded in time;
torn curtains are blowing in the wind while I roam.

In the open window-  I hesitate t...

Blowing In the Wind

...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...

final dance - a leaf's liturgy -

...
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 s...

When I Die

...Not a chance 
I’ll say that
I should have spent
more time housecleaning
But I know I will say...
I should have listened more 
To those voices deep within
What my soul wanted to explore
What m...

The Wounded Wind

...As the wind howls the parasitic perpetrator prowls
And children’s dreams are left blowing in the wind
As the wind storms the barbarous battle swarms
And the countless screams are blowi...

Blowing In the Wind

...I was born on the plains in nineteen ten.
Farming was good and we worked oh so hard.
Daddy took me out on the porch and then
He'd say,"This will be your farm, little pard."

He taught me the cro...

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