Nicola Poems - Poems about Nicola

In loving memory of our Nicola, Loyal and caring as could be, Such a devoted partner to Peter, Simply the best mum to me. You were taken far too soon, Because life is cruel and unfair, But I know you're still around, Carrying you inside my heart everywhere. Always caring for family and friends, And my love...

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Nicola was naughty, She wasn’t very nice, She bit her mother, And ate her white mice, But Nicola’s brothers knew, Exactly what to do, They took her to the woodshed, And sawed her in two....

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"If your hate could be turned to electricity, it would light up the whole world." And if that hate rose up, and you like a volcano shattered, bursting through every eclectic synapse of your tortured brain; if your mind, it being so close to God that no space could ever be in-between both, then that hate would be blown into an...

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Nicola Tesla fashioned an elixir for free electricity for the masses. Eddie Grant ...

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a woman to never represent the majority a woman to never respect the majority a woman to never speak for the majority forever talking of independence saying it is Scotland's desire, lost the vote for independence nonchalant to Scotland's desire, a one track horse, and of course, a selfish cow. Scotland's First Mini Turd...

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Tesla’s magic wand, Energy in the ether's; Paints lightening art. ...

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I remember I was a little girl sent off on an errand by my dad surrounded by a small group of men marveling at the questions I answered well their surprise subsiding when they heard the tax collector was my great grand dad. He was an actor, merchant, ran a bank a poet and play writer as well on stage wore...

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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 sandals on your feet, toenails glowing white All eternity shan’t see a prettier sight. Your soft and gentle voice, a million ways...

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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 vacationing her muse We'd find a quiet cafe' on the Seine Where we could sit and share a laugh or two By candlelight we'd toast with French champagne Pretend that we were on our...

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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 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...

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There once was girl named Nicola she had dreams about Diet Cola the cola was big and nasty as a pig as it chased her around the granola....

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