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 for horses too,
Are just a few of the things,
That im proud I got from you.
I know you're right beside me,
Guiding every step along the way,
I love and miss you more,
With each night and every day.
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.
"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 infinitude
of charged particles, and those electrical smithereens
would flare out, magnify as a great expansion
to become in one instant innumerable suns
and thus the light of the world would be love eternally.
For love can be reborn from hate, but never
hate be birthed from love.
"Be alone, that is the secret of invention, be alone,
that is where Ideas are born."
Originality is not found in company. Aloneness
alone brings forth an Idea that will only arrive on its own.
Then quickly the many will also realizes that idea and claim it,
but the one who received that Idea from the One Mind
that one was alone.
Nicola Tesla
fashioned
an elixir for free electricity for the masses.
Eddie Grant
sang
about the hardships
of the poor, the oppressed, the desperate.
Decades separated the two of them
but they strolled down Electric Avenue
hearts beating in unison.
The elixir quickly vanished
Nicola passed away in a flophouse- penniless
his vision unrealized
Eddy still wails about toxic social problems
largely unresolved.
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
Tesla’s magic wand,
Energy in the ether's;
Paints lightening art.
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 honeymoon
But how could I convince her I'm the one
To make all of her fantasies come true
She knows there's more to life than having fun
In Paris hearts get easily confused
I'd get down on one knee under the stars
Give her the paper ring off my cigar
an original poem by Daniel Turner
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
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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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