Long Byrne Poems

“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

Laundry, 

they resolved 
to be the best 
pristine method 
for...

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Eric’s revitalised me and my home 
Over his body my fingers would roam
He’s great at fixing and gluing
Expert at banging and screwing
I’m so happy that I sparkle like chrome

All my friends are pretty jealous of...

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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 skin, again on the beach...

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In Love's Embrace This Soul Shall Flourish
(Collaboration Nicola Byrne and Robert Lindley)


“Beloved, forgive my reservations, for dismay has taken hold;
Though thy love has cast infinite smiles upon a jaded grimace,
I am bound by poisoned notions,...

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Manchester United 1958-3 of 3
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015

I heard Jackie, crying, and when I turned around
I saw the body of Roger Byrne, lay across him on the ground
Jackies arm was bleeding bad, so...

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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, 
or knees-up, as my...

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Movie: Untamed Heart

"AN UNTAMED HEART HAPPENED TO BE 
MY BELOVED'S WEAKNESS"


A first date is so full of lingering whispers and sweet romances,
AN UNTAMED HEART can beat faster given many wonderful chances-
He held my hand gently...

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Let me tell you a story of a long distance love . . . 

Many years ago I was working for the government of Canada,
      in the Welfare department and...

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NED KELLY AT GLENROWEN
So boy keep your mouth shut don't tell em what i'm doing...
For its jail for me as you will see if you talk it will be my ruin..
The Kelly friends swapped horses...

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When I returned your ring I sat in confusion,
I couldn’t run far enough away to forget you-
When I left I didn’t know what I was losing,
but I moved across the country for a fresh view.

The...

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watch me!

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

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I have often thought I would like to visit Amish country.                        ...

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The college town of Evanston was where we first met.
It was the summer of 1970, when Mr. Nixon was president.

It would be two years later before we’d be married;
And we were forced to be long...

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My alegence is pledged to one who blows in the wind                        ...

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"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...

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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 colorized

I'll paint a world beyond your wildest dream
With colors undefined...

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Towards the tree line

I stare towards the tree line,
misshapen and abstract on my eyes
Fading in winter’s chill and leafless
emptiness that I feel, but can not see

Oh it is there, screaming at me,
waving in the wind,...

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A COLD COLD HEART
 
This as such is an unrequited love that is as dark as it is deep
And from the poets' words, the pens blood ink, it doeth weep

You have been left alone and...

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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 gown
You my true sky angel, had floated right on down.
Golden...

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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...

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I lived a true Romeo and Juliet experience,
meeting my love at the art gallery one winter day.
      I loved art and writing poetry,
       ...

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she read Shakespeare without the
words, relying on the actions
only---
words after all had brought her 
nothing but grief in her short life &
she found honesty to reveal itself
much more true in what it was that
people
did,
as opposed...

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At cockcrow, I head down to the river, forsaking my little log cabin situated in the dense forest till dusk, which was strongly built by my endemic hands. I have no compulsion for rods and...

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With these flowers, I hope I've put a smile on your face
With these flowers, I hope I've made your heart whistle a symphony
With these flowers, I hope you're yearning for the warmth of my caress
With...

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"Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower
We will grieve not, but rather find
Strength in what remains behind."
Wordsworth
~  ~

Youth is wild and quick to tears
Discovering firsts,...

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