collection of poetryby
John [Jack] Byrne
Oh joy to you sweet daffodilwith whom sunshine always lingersswaying and dancing on the breezeon stems of velvet fingers
A sign that winters left behindbright colours are all aglowfilling hearts with happinessacross the valleys far below
How great to see your comradessnowdrop and crocus tooheralding spring and all her giftswhite clouds and skies of blue
A sweet taste of love fills the airand for sure it always lingers with trumpet sounds of daffodilon stems of velvet fingers
A Tear For Me
Ive gone now from where I stood surrounded by those of my kindfelled by man for his own goodmy beginnings now left behind
Once a tall and handsome treemy branches held the skyand sheltering creatures of the airI watched them learn to fly
Ive felt the rain upon my leaveswhere sunshine made them glowand welcomed the soft summer breezethat rocked them to and fro
Alas no more I shall see the skya goal for all like meand few among the humankindwill shed a tear for me
Safe is the heart
Where true love shines
Encouraged and coxed by beauty
Encased with lips so kind
Tender arms to hold me
Have so much love to give
Every time you caress me
All faults Ill easy forgive
Raise up all your glasses
To love thats safe in the heart
That capricious lady Autumn who is not one to refrainshe comes to us in cloud burstsour rivers cant contain
Gusting our seas in angerwhich rush upon our shoreswirling the leaves up in the treesand jiggles them to their core
She even brings us morning dewand long starry nightshazel nuts and apple cropsand end of harvest delights
Painting the woodland prettywith reds and yellows and golda lady we will forever lovea story well always be told
I have once been a father to small children growing and blessed them sleepingwithout them knowing
I tucked them in tightlywith a kiss goodnightthen watched them take offon the sandman flight
With a suitcase full of wonderand warm smiling facestheyre carried through the nightby a mind full of places
Straight on till morningaround the milky waycherished be their dreamstil they reach the light of day
You are more beautiful than the night where I look upon starry skies wrapped in dark and moonlit brighta vision as lovely as your eyes
I gaze far out into this spacewhere time goes on forevera creators work which shaped your facebeyond all human endeavour
Of all the stars that sparkle brightnone shine as bright as youall gathered in the milky wayyour beauty still heads the queue
Come the dawn this canvas wipedhas such beauty faded away ?but I can sleep and rest assuredyoure beside me night and day
Once upon a child in mein the days of long agoi gazed in awe at starry nightsand the moon all aglow
Inquisitive mind and childhood eyesall the wonders came to megreat monsters in the shadowsand the dragons in the sea
I heard the banshee call at nightwith a cry to chill the bonesand the wee folk on the mountainstalked the children home alone
If the lilt was heard outside the doorwith the moon behind the cloudinto the darkness youd be enticedas the wee folk cheered aloud
Heed me now and what I sayif you crave your manhood yearsbe humble as you go through lifeand the dark will bear no tears
Here in the land of the Edelweissthat pretty white flower of lovegrowing amid the ice and snowon the mountains high above.
Gazing across those majestic peaksI clasp my lovers hand,before me I see the creators workin the form of this beautiful land
Snow capped mountains fill my eyeswith descending deep green pines.nestling between handsome log cabinsa blue sky, and summer sunshine
I stroll with my love in this romantic place,by a lake we stand and embrace,I tell her how much she means to mewhile soft kisses I brush on her face
We confirm our love by a waterfallthat tumbles down from above,here in the land of Edelweissthat pretty white flower of love.
The fields are all green nowand birds of the air fly where once it rained deathfrom out of the sky
Theres still holes in the groundwhere the soldiers laywho dreaded the thought at the dawning of day
Perhaps it would be this daywhen many would diewith none of their loved onesto say a last goodbye
At the sound of the whistletherell be a mighty roaracross no mans landmost will see the sky no more
The fields are all green nowbut all the world should knowthey sleep in Flanders fieldsunder crosses row on row
Those who took part in the war to end warswe should honour their names foreverremember their sacrifice for the freedom we shareand for the lives they had to sever
Think of the hardships that they enduredand their struggle to stay aliveimagine the carnage day by dayand their effort it took to survive
Awake in a nightmare full of despairhoping to make it throughwith friends all falling one by onefearful that the next would be you
It is said they were lions led by donkeysthat their Generals just hadnt a clueas we ponder on those white crosseswere assured that this statement was true
They couldnt have known it was all in vainfor hell would come visit againtwenty one years after the last gun firedthe devil would rally his men
Its said when it rains on EarthIt is our ancestors tearstears of joy and sorrowshed in bygone years
Some were shed for loveor troubles no one could sharebut all were shed for someoneperhaps a loved one in despair
They say the suns their laughterand the stars at night their joythe summer breeze their smileson every girl and boy
The daffodil in springtimea larks song from abovea whale chant in the oceanall reminders of their love
So be happy in our thoughts of loved ones gone beforethey really havent left usjust around us evemore
Greystones by the Sea
I Walk along your rugged shore and gaze far out to sea,
hear the seagulls shriek and cry but theres calm in me.
In your very pleasant harbour delightful sights I see,
the far distant mountains and Howth island scenery.
The laughter of the children, as they play along the beach
and all are safely watched within the lifeguards reach.
I see lots of fishing men tending to their lines
and witness that in Greystones the sun always shines.
All pleasures of life are here, in this haven by the sea,
theres not a more precious place to bring a family.
In the bosom of the east coast this jewel is to me
the nearest thing to paradise that I will ever see.
I praise your towns ambitions in what you strive to be,
sitting on your shoreline seats enjoying my cup of tea,
a dedicated people your success a guarantee
that the world has no finer place, than Greystones by the sea.
We had laughter once the old man saidsnow white hair upon his headbut that was before the soldiers camefor the young the old the sick and the lame
They marched us all to board the trainunder skies all grey without the rainwith guns and dogs they taunted loudbroken men who once were proud
Inside the carriage side by sideyoung ones played while old ones diedclickity! clack! the train rolled onanother town passed another town gone
Night now falling we come to a stopdoors flung open from the carriage we hopsoldiers with dogs bark fierce in the nightsending each one to the left or right
You!, you look good the officer roaredIm shoved to the right into the hoardwhile those to the left shuffled on paston to the showers and into the gas
We were a family once the old man saidsnow white hair upon his headbut that was before the Nazis cameand murdered each one in Hitlers name
Out of the night comes my soulto seek a new day dawning,for I am loved with living to doat the edge of the woods is morning.
Confined to the darkness in my life,your love has been adorning,and now this love guides me hometo the edge of the woods and morning.
I shall not falter, stumble or fall,for I hear your sweet voice calling,one step at a time into the light,that soft white light and morning.
My Lady Fair
Deep in the caverns of my hearttrue love lies waiting therewaiting until my search is doneto seek my lady fair
My path may be a difficult onewith disappointment at every turnIll need to guard my affectionsleast they fall by the wayside and burn
I have always known my loved onein my dreams she comes to mebut just as the dawn is breakingthe birdsong sets her free
I believe she seeks me onlymy true love for to shareI know she wont reject mesomething I could not bear
So for now my search goes ontrue loves still waiting thereinside a heart thats yearningto find that lady fair
As I look back at old Dublin citythe tears well up in my eyesIm leaving my native homeland,its green fields and misty grey skies.
She can provide me with no employmentor a shelter to cover my head,I can no longer earn my own livingor cover my own table with bread.
So I travel far away from her shoresas my father once done before,I must search for new beginningsand doubt if Ill see her once more.
My heart is all heavy with sorrowas my Mother, she fades out of viewI sense that her poor heart is breakingas she calls to me I love you.
Ive a job in Christchurch, New Zealandwhere I can earn for myself some pay,hoping I can belong and live againis all I want at the end of the day.
Though Ill be far away from old Irelandand beginning a new life from her shore,I will never forget that shes waitingin the hope Ill return once more.
Feel blessed as you walk
through your lovers heart
thread careful while within
hold her tightly in your arms
in this place where dreams begin
savour the moment you are together
whisper loves words in her ear
all these days when you walk in love
you both will never know fear
Im told you lovers from Erins green Isle
a new passion you feel every hour
and soon in the light of a lovelier smile
youll forget the dear maid of the flower.
Remember the time in Los Angeles shades
when our moments blissfully flew
you called me the flower of Hollywood maids
and I blushed to be called so, by you.
I taught you to sing and dance until
you swayed to the light castanet
Id never allow you to roam at will
or delights of those moments forget.
although youre a lover I fight hard to keep
and you hail from that magical Isle
Ill hold you tight and with you sleep
in your spell Im forever beguiled
Open your heart and welcome peacegive it a home withinfeel the love throughout your beingwitness the healing begin
Share your peace with all living thingscomfort those in needextend to creatures great and smallno matter what their creed
Peace for the captains and the kingsand for those they seek to oppresspeace for the freedom theyll one day findwhen evil deeds find redress
Peace to the wanderers who walk the roadsfor they may be troubled withinshare with them the peace you possessand witness the healing begin
Thousands of characters in my head
I need to get down on paper
to create into words and sentences
far better now than later
Lots of As and Bs there too
all mixed in confusion and haze
Cs and Ds and plenty of Es
at the end I may have a phrase
Rise my poor head from the pillow I must
theres no sleep to be had tonight
pencil and paper have got to be fetched
or my brains will burst or ignite
From all these characters a poem may form
it will be I who will give it life
but my gravest fear in all of this
will happen if I wake the wife
These poems were brought to you by an Irish writerJohn[jack]Byrne who hails from NewtownmountkennedyCounty Wicklow in southern Ireland a country rich in folklore and tradition renowned for its storytelling The Poems are the sole property of this writer and he asks that none are reproduced from withinwithout the express permission of John[Jack] Byrne 2015