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Jude kyrie Jul 2018
Maybe one clear summer night
a nearby star will
supernova
and create a giant black hole.

So powerful
the sun and moon
will be swallowed
into its unknown depths.

so fast even
the earth will disappear
Into its ravenous depths
At the speed of light

perhaps then my love
I would think of you
for the last time
Nerds need love too
Jude
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
my poetry has become
a seagulls cry.
A soul adrift
on a becalmed sea.

This sailors wife has
knitted his death
into his sweater.
the sea shall swallow me.
Unoticed with its infinite greed.

The cloudless sky
will take my poems
and recite them in sea winds.
from a place on high.
the verses now melt
Into a single sound.

my poetry has become
a seagulls cry
Don't know where this came from.
Jude
Jul 2018 · 95
WRITERS BLOCK
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
There's nothing for my eyes to see
No color light or poetry
I am covered with transparent skin
That shows all the pain and hurt within
No words can pass my saddened lips
All happy joy is forever eclipsed
a mountain of words
with no meaning or rhyme.
Please write for me,
just one last time
Constipation of the lexicon
Writers block
jude
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
On winter nights the snowflakes fall
Breaking down my memories wall
Bring me dreams of Christmas past
Where people stay and feelings last

In the night the moonbeams shine
Bring me visions of all once mine
Let me see her haunting smile
That captured me in sweet beguile

See the winter crystal clear
Where silence rains from ones so dear
Let me sleep through festive glow
My dreams now covered by the snow.
In nocturnal quiet
The moments of Loss return
Jude
Jul 2018 · 85
Big Boys dont Cry
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
Big Boys don't cry--Do They?
By
Jude Kyrie

You must know this
before I begin this story
I was only a teenage boy
way back then.
I was definitely not a safe place
to be called home.

She was even younger than I was.
We were not just ready—for---marriage
or anything close to it.
it still does not excuse what we did.
somethings have no forgiveness.

Since that long ago day
I have always wanted a daughter.
I know she will never come.
It is my burden--
Mea Culpa, My fault.

I sat in the beat up old car
In the car park of the clinic.
Whilst she went through ---with ----it.

I am a man's man.
I never cry....ever.
But the tears flowed then.
down my young face relentlessly.
My breath was spent from sobbing.
I could not stop the tears.

I know now I should not
have tried to stop them.
For I was in mourning
for the daughter
That I shall never have now.

Even after  all these years.
On quiet summer days
when the lake shimmers
in the bright sunlight.
And the perfumed magnolias bloom.
I see a young teenage girl
nubile and innocent.
swimming in the safe
calm waters of the lake.

The sky is clear and blue over her
and the sunlight
warms her with a loving future
of great possibilities.
.
And for a moment
i see myself in the old
dented Oldsmobile.
i am weeping like
an inconsolable child.
and I touch my cheeks.
and find the teardrops
are back just like before.
To protect our young
To love our children
Jude
Jul 2018 · 93
The wedding gown
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
The Wedding Gown

In her closet dark and deep
the white dress hangs in timeless sleep.
Faded now to a yellowed cream.
like the naive young bride's romantic dream.

Not guarded by a covered case
But breathing daily the life it's faced.
it wears its marks like battle scars.
like all her old dreams in silent jars.

Just like our marriage
and the children it bore
well used
well seasoned
well cherished
yet never torn.

For you baby
only you
Jude
Faded dreams
Of the purest kind
jude
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
September 11, 2001
A 9/11 story

It was Tuesday morning
In the inner city school
the children's faces
We're glowing in
black, brown, white
and all colors in between.

We were discussing poetry
and the meaning of things
that make us feel some emotion.
A fire engine bell.
A police siren.
A church bell
on a Sunday morning.

The little girl her bright black face
Embellished with the biggest whitest smile.
Said she always cried at sad music playing.
I think she had poetry in her soul
More so, than anyone in the room.

Then a plane hit the towers
And a second plane.
We heard it
but did not know what it was.
But it made us feel dark
something bad had happened.

Then from the window
the ash filled the sky.
It poured in an endless deluge
Blocking the sun

They looked at me.
I am their teacher
their eyes are what I remember.
Wide open full of fear and questions.

The school warning system
said we were in lockdown.
Lockdown, an unknown thing
when I was in sixth grade.

A boy started crying it's a bomb he cried.
The others started to join him.
their white enlarged eyes
looked at mine for comfort.
And the answers I did not have.

The darkness was folding in the city.
No blue sky.
no trees across the playground.
Just grey dark ash thick as a fog.

What do you feel I asked
Tell me what you feel.
Anger Miss
Fear Miss
Terror Miss
Sad Miss
Lost Miss
Afraid Miss
It went on

We played find someone and hug
To half your fears.
My own fears as large as theirs.
One child asked if we could pray.

Prayers were banned at school now.
But I said does anyone know a prayer.
My little black poetess
Started slowly unsure.
But the others joined in
Even me.

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
If I die before I wake,
I pray for Lord my soul to take. Amen

We stayed in lockdown
until the afternoon.
And shared lunch pails
Worried parents came
to pick up their children.
In the thick ash laden air

They walked out
one by one seeking their
Loved ones in the throng.
A line of tiny ghost.

Four children were left without parents.
They looked into my eyes.
And saw the only answer I had
As the tears flowed down my face
One large story
many tiny ones
jude
Jul 2018 · 112
Long overdue words
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
It has been many faded years since I lost you.
Yet the memories of you are indelible.
I know we were very different you and I.

You with your dreams in the heavens
Plans that were cascading in the planets.
Me, so grounded to planet earth
Afraid to take the risk of wild dreams.
Yet I loved you,
and
I swallowed my fears like a pill.
I climbed aboard your spaceship.
Even though it was inevitable that I would
Fall back to earth.

Knowing this even now
I would not change anything about us.
For just a small moment
I touched the moon and stars.
and visited the vast unknown.
And it was you who took me there
Time heals almost everything
Jude
Jul 2018 · 394
THE FALLING LEAVES
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
The misting of early morning.
Catches a chill in the autumn air.
Even the solitary sounds
Of  crackling brown leaves
Beneath my feet are
crying a dirge of loneliness.

Occasional drops of rain
touch my face and feel like tears.
Or a lonesome wind
Dances through
the skeleton branches.
The smell of the woodlands
Has changed it taste.

solitary trees hold
their secrets in silence.
Summer is now a passing liaison.
And the autumn is shouting
as fierce as a lady scorned.
Love autumn
perhaps because I am getting old
Jude
Jul 2018 · 552
GREAT GRANDMOTHERS PHOTO
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
Great Grandmothers photo
by
jude kyrie

A broken soul in your eyes I see
A caged bird crying to be free
Falsehoods smiling upon thin lips
Hiding pain inside a hearts eclipse
A beauty that defies my rhyme
Shadows of love lost in time
You missed the accedence of your gender grandma.
But rest well it happened
Jude
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
A schoolmasters life ..a story by Jude kyrie

1919  chipping Sodbury England
Grenville school for young Englishmen

The bell for evensong rang out
It was seven o'clock the boys would be
Going to the school chapel he wanted to see them.
He was so old where had all the time passed.
He remembered it was 1876 he was such a young
Man so full of dreams and possibilities.
His days at a schoolmaster at Grenville school for boys
had begun.

He knew he was a shy stodgy schoolmaster going unnoticed.
No promotions just the same grade.
Then a miracle happened
Grace found him
he did not mean a gift of faith
He always has that of course.

If was the most stunning lady he had ever seen.
He was at the train station at Chippingham Wold
The fog had set in and the trains were delayed...
He sat in the waiting room and she was there.
Her smile lit up the room.

I did not have the skills to enchant the fairer ***
Only the words of masters like Chaucer and Shakespeare.
She said would you like to join me for a tea and scones
She withdrew a flask of sweet tea and gave me one of her scones.

We talked for hours in the deep fog that kept us there overnight.
She said thank you for keeping me safe overnight
I was quite afraid, he thought she did not look afraid.
The train arrives to take us to Chipping Sodbury.

As we exited the train
she slipped me her address
on her scented card that
Was perfumed with gardenias.
I still have it even in my eighties
I had fallen for her you see.
But who would not have?

I picked up my courage from my boots
And knocked on her door.
We married six months later.
I have never been as happy before or since.
The next five years were heaven she charmed the
School committee and all the boys

They loved her
well almost as much as I did you see.
She  kissed me at the door after the cricket match
We beat you Turnberry Wells by seven runs
I was pink with excitement.
We are having a child she said.
I wept with joy.

Then when the labor came she had eclampsia
And the labor was very hard
After many hours the doctor came down
From the bedroom.
I looked up
He shook his head.
And the child I whispered.
His sad eyes cell to the ground.

I never married again
How could I,
I had drunk from the cup of perfection.

1914
The great war came
At evensong, I read the names of my fallen boys
William's, Burns, Sands Rene And  Colley
Who received a posthumous Victoria Cross
For pulling his wounded Batman from the line of fire
In a failed charge upon the German trenches.

The tears fell from my eyes as their faces
Appeared as the boys I loved.
The war tumbled to an end
and the sons of the fallen came back
As young boys to Grenville

I was old and headmaster of that sainted school.
The roll call of the new boys announced their names.
William's sir, Burns sir, Coley sir
I taught your father's I said softly.

Then the years rolled by
I was lay on my deathbed nearly ninety now
I heard two of the young masters outside my door.
The old man is dying
He lost his wife years ago you know.
Never had any children it such a shame.

I whispered
but that's not true
I had a thousand children
And they were all boys.

A full life in a few words
Jude
Small lives have so much meaning
jude
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
This Prince was handsome to the extreme.
He had definite movie star looks
That is if movies had been invented
back all those centuries ago.

She was the most beautiful princess
in all the kingdom.
He could not think of anything other
but to make her his bride.
So he set forth on his quest of the heart.

But when he rode up to her castle
though the haunted forest of whispers.
across the river of doom
and the desert of the dragons.
he arrived at her door
and proposed marriage to her

she said
No way!
Apparently, she hated men
and in fact, had a strong
penchant for girls herself.

Not one to dwell on the mysteries
of a woman's heart,
the prince said to himself
fucketh her.

And he turned to a life of bachelorhood.
Never ever to marry.
He bought a Harley Chopper
Dated pretty cheerleaders
and slim models with full bosoms.

And he never once caught his wife
in bed with some guy like his married friends did.
when he got home unexpectldy all was as it should be,

He took up hunting and fishing with his buddies.
raced sports cars at high speed.
spending lonely nights at ***** bars
drinking double malt whiskey
and the finest flagons of ale.

he never heard of *******
or a ******* honey-do list.
Nor did he ever get hit for
child support or alimony.
He kept his castle
and his beloved gun collection
And was as rich as blazes.

HE lived on a diet of fried food
bacon and eggs with sausages and beans
Hot chicken wings and tacos.
snacking on potato chips and gassy pop.
a diet that caused him to
blow enormous loud farts
which made him a revered legend
amongst his cronies.
who all thought he was as cool as hell.

He had loads of money in the bank
And not once in his life
did he ever put the toilet seat down.

And he lived
happily ever after
The End

Goodnight Children
all go. To sleep
Sweet dreams.
Jul 2018 · 164
The first time
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
Everyone remembers
their first kiss.
I know I do.
But then men
are from another planet
Than womenfolk
so I am told.

For me it was at high school
it was Meg Swan only the prettiest
Girl in the school.
Oh my God
I had lusted after her
For months.

She did not know it but
she had starred in my ******
Fantasies every night
for months.

But I always thought
She was out of my reach.
An unattainable dream.

But here she was after
The prom
kissing me passionately.
My knees were weak.

Even after all these years later
I still get a warmth in my heart.
Just thinking of that first kiss,

It was special
First times are unrepeatable
There is nothing like them
ever again.

But that was thirty years ago.
The alarm clock vibrates
next to my bed.
I awaken
the middle aged lady
lay next to me.

I kiss her head
And say
Rise and shine
Meg my love
It's 7 am.
You don't alw3 get what you want
But if you try sometimes
you get what you need
Rolling stones
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
1943 ww2
The. Invasion force took
the never ending war
to the other side of the English channel.
It had been long in coming
but they were ready.

The invasion landing craft
were rusty made of iron and steel
like the men aboard them
They were all afraid.
They knew  their losses would be many.
They knew it might be them

But the duty was absolute
for each and every one of them.
He was a teacher not a soldier
but wars had made him into to one.
He could not recollect
when he even shot
a firearm at an enemy.
Or even if he could.

He was not a avid soldier
but he must do his duty.
He knew this
as he looked at the men
in the crowded landing craft.
The beach was silent no chaos
but in moments that would change,

the protective front dropped to the ground.
As he rushed forward
as though an electric light switch
had been galvanised.
the mayhem started
machine gun fire and rockets
bombarded them.

He saw his friend Johnny hit badly
in the chest it was fatal.
He dropped His weapon
and cradled the young man in his arms.
He died there calling for his mother.

The rocket shell exploded next to him
and he fell next to his friend
and lay as dead.

Three years later

The military hospital was always
full so much pain so much grief.
The Irish nurse was cleaning the soldier
that had been in a coma
since his arrival  several years ago.

She had bright green eyes
and red hair the trademark traits
of an Irish lady
who drank a can of hope and stubborn
every morning for breakfast.

She noticed his fingers moving
Well now she whispered
Its himself.
He's with is thanks be to Jesus.

His eyes opened they were
blue and beautiful.
Your back are you?
so she said.
I thought you were going
to sleep forever
so I did

When am I?
he said almost in a whispered
Am I dead?
No your back with the living she smiled.

It was the start of his recuperation
she helped him move his
anthropic muscles.
and learn how to walk again
she told him of the war
being over and won.

After six months he was well enough
to leave the hospital.
He had even interviewed for a teaching post
at greycastle school for boys.
The doctors told him to take a vacation
Perhaps  on the railway
to help in resolving himself
with the post war world.

He took the sleep train from euston station
in London and set forth on his adventure.
The old coal fired engine set forward
to Scotland it was peaceful
as he passed the green towns
of England county by county.

Until re reached Scotland .
Ahh! Scotland
so far away from a London
he no longer wished to see
after its desolation from the bombs.

He trembled as he thought of the war.
As the train trundled past lochs and mountains
of Scotland gleaming in the rare sunlight
he felt a peace that had eluded him for so long.

She alighted the train at Inverness
so beautiful and yes enticing.
Even to a stodgy old
out of work schoolmaster like him.

She  sat opposite to him in the old carriage.
After  while she opened
her huge purse an took out a
package of sandwiches.

Would you care for one she asked softly.?
Normal reticence was overtaken by hunger
Yes  please that would be lovely he said.
He bought two weak after war coffees
from the char lady.
And two custard creams.

They talked he did not realise.
How much he had missed
the conversations with an attractive lady.
He told her of his war issues
how he had lost several years in a coma
She listened intently to him.

He realised  that such a beautiful woman
would have no interest
in an old stodgy
Old school  teacher like him.
But she was sweet
and kept asking him more details
about himself.

He knew he had no skills
in charming the fairer ***.
Only his love of literature
Shakespeare decarte Chaucer
but she did not seem to mind.
By the time the train reached CHESTER
he realised that he was in love with her.

The train inched its way back
into euston station
On a trip he did not want to end

The window was open an piece of coaL dust
from the engine found its way into his eye.
she rolled the edge of her handkerchief  
and got the speck of soot  out of his eye.

The pain subsided immediately
Then she pulled his face to hers
and kissed him. Full on The mouth.
I have never kissed a man
Unintroduced before she said.
But you are so very shy.

Forty  five years later

They were old now he was dying
They lived in the house
allocated to headmaster emeritus
of greycastle school
a post he held for some twenty five years.

She leaned over his bed
and said do you remember
the train my love.?

Even in leaving her he smiled
yes my Darling
You shared your ham sandwich with me.
And then you kissed me first.
thats because I found my life partner.
Like this she said
he saw her crystal grey eyes
Still as beautiful as the day
they captured his heart so long ago.
The fragrance the softness of her lips.
He passed from her
The last breath of his in  this world
Was left on her lips.

The train was  traveling through the daylight
scotland came into view the lochs
and mountains the purple heather.

The old char lady came into the carriage
He bought two coffees and two custard tarts.
Be patient sir she whispered kindly,
She will be joining us very soon.
At Inverness.
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
I had that recurring dream again last night.
Awakening with a start.
Perspiration was
Pouring down my face.
The car, the children,
Molly my wife.

The heavy truck spinning in front
on the icy new York   freeway.
Explosions so loud they deafened me.
Then the silence the total quietness
as they drifted away.
And i was left alone.

I moved out of the tiny inner-city cottage.
Is was now over  two years ago
but I just left it the way it was.
The kid's toys strewn on the floor.
Bread and cookies on the table.
I would never return there,  never.
Not even to get my beloved alto sax.
the key for me to making a living.

I followed the cop every day?
The one that pulled me from the wreck.
I did not know why i did this,
Sure she was pretty enough.
But that was not it.

I was once told that if you save
Someone's life they belong to you.
Well, she could have his life.
He did not want it anymore.

She entered the bank
He saw the robbery before she did.
The robber lifted his weapon before
She had time to move.
Without fear or forethought,I jumped
in front of her
and took a bullet for her.

It was in the arm straight in and out.
She put three in the perp,
dropping him dead.
before he could fire another shot.

I fell down she held me in her arms.
As I was bleeding out.
Why did you do that, she said
I would have been killed.
That's why
I whispered.

She visited me in hospital
Brought me grapes
I hate ******* grapes.

She had no idea who I was
When the car wreck happened
I was covered in blood and EMS
Ran me to the hospital.
Names don't stay with people
Only faces.

When I got out of the hospital.
She appeared at my rented room door.
With a coffee and doughnuts
I don't talk much since…..well just since.
Who the **** are you she asked
A God ******  Angel.
I said I don't think God dams his angels.

She seemed to like me.
**** knows why
I wasn't nice to her.
She started looking for me on her shift.
Grabbing a coffee and suggesting dates.
I told her no offense lady
don't arrest me.
But I don't date anymore.

But she was a New York cop.
and a woman,
******* relentless.
She said she would make life hell for me
If I didn't take her for a date.
******* women.

I gave in and said I would join her
At the blues club nearby.
We got there at 10 pm after her shift
She looked ******* hot.
Not like a ******* cop anymore.
The blues were playing
I heard the alto sax wailing
It cried tears
like my soul was feeling.
But my souls eyes were dry.

She saw the tears welling in my eyes
And held me to her soft breast.
Tell me what it is
Is it me she asked?
I was just silent.

The owner of the club saw me.
He said, Tony
where the ******* been man.
It's been two years since you came here.
We miss your sax wailing boy.
He said where's your sax?
Don't you have it anymore?
I shook my head it was a lie
But I had my reasons.

He grabbed the alto sax
from the band playing.
Make it weep Tony.
My heart needs to hear you play man.
I moved quietly to the stage.
And the room went silent.
Just as if the Angel Gabriel
was going to wail his horn.

They remembered me they stood up
and clapped for five minutes.
Blues people don't change.
They just get ******* older.

I said nothing.
But played nature boy.

Peggy got up and took the mike
She wept the words as I played.
Tears falling down
her old sad blackface.

……..There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered
very far, very far
Overland and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he…….

My cop was crying too.
She said I don't cry ever see.
I am a cop I see ****.
Who the **** are you she said?
But I let the sax wail for my words.
It poured my sadness into the night.

She got my full name from Peggy.
She says that boy needs a woman.
But then a woman is Peggy's
answer to all men's problems.

She run the info though the computers
at the precinct.
those ******* things
Know every leak you ever take.

She saw the car wreck
the body bags.
Me, covered in blood.
She knew it all.
I was exposed.

She even found my mother in law's place.
And went there.
She said he's heartsick honey.
He won't go home.
Won't let anyone in.
He blames himself.
He's never cried once
It's eating him inside.

She said I can't find him
Do you know where he is?
He's over at the cemetery.

She missed her shift change over.
And went to the Park Lawn
I  was kneeling by a family
grave talking to my kids.

She went to me and slipped
Her arm around me
,I turned my head
Into her breast.
she kissed my head.
and I wept and wept.
I sobbed like my alto sax wailed.

She kissed my eyes.
Let it out, honey
Let it all go
Don't stop let it go
.
She drove us to my house
The mess was on the floor.
The stale food stank.
It was in a mess a disaster.
The kid's toys spread everywhere.
My sax on the hall table.
saying nothing
she started cleaning it up.

She said quietly.
Did I not save your life right?
I  said yes you did.
And you saved mine right
I said yes I did.
She said
Unless we both say  that
we're even stevens.
You know what it means.

He nodded
Yeah...I know.
It means
We belong to each other now.
You got it straight McGraw she quipped.

Two years later
Tony came back from his gig
at the blues club.
He had a recording contract in his pocket.
The money would come in real handy
What with their second baby
coming in a few months.
Kids were pricey little buggers.
Everyone needs to move on
Even when they think they don't
Jude
Jul 2018 · 125
ARNT WE A PAIR
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
Aren't we a pair......
by
jude kyrie

Don't you think it's strange my love?
Since you left me .
We were once like
only one person.
I still awake broken when
I awake in an empty bed?
Where is the rest of me.

Sometimes I bury my face
into your pillow.
Yes, so now you know
it is still sleeping
next to my head.

If I close my mind
I can still detect the odor
Of your familiar perfume.
And for this brief moment
you are with me once more.

I did not know where
you ended and I began.
when I see you now..
you politely chat to me.
like two total strangers.

strangers that know
all the expressions
Needs and desires
of love that exist
in each other hearts
Send in the clowns
Don't bother
there here
Jude
Jul 2018 · 143
HANDS
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
Sat quietly  in my chair.
I travel back to a  time long ago.
So many years have flown by.
As many as the falling leaves
in autumn.

I think of Mom and Dad
and my older sister.
They have all gone now.
It's strange, what I miss about
them most are their hands.

Hold my hand
as we cross the road
said Mom to her little boy.

Ride your two wheeler
You are safe with me.
I will hold the seat
with my hand
said dad.

Your hairs a mess let me
give you a hand.
said my sweet sister.
As I went on my first date.

They are all gone now
But they left a roomful
of memories in my heart.

I open the door to that room
When I dream.
Sometimes they come back
in my dreams at all kinds of ages.
Just to pay me a visit.

I try to remember
That they are gone,
no longer here.
They are only here
in my dreams.

But they are so often young
I forget that they are in a dream.
And I think they are still here.
So much so I forget
to say goodbye.
Or I love you guys so much.

Sometimes when I wake up
alone in my bed
after the dream has faded.
I feel a tear falling on my cheek.
Feeling the moment of their loss
Just as fresh as the morning.

I then say to them softly
As I awaken to the new day.
I love you guys,so much.
When its my time to join you all.

Mom,
hold my hand
As I cross over to heaven.

Dad
make sure I learn how to fly
Safely with my new wings.
hold me safe with your hands
so I don't fall.

And Sis
gIve me a hand to
learn the ropes up there.

Love Jude
Bye guys
love you
jude
Jul 2018 · 317
The girl who fixed things
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
She was almost ethereal.
I think she had the purest heart
I have even seen.
So naturally beautiful and simple.
She loved to fix broken things.
A birds wing,
A broken doll,
A China vase,
Me.

When she found me
i was sdamaged and broken.
And yet she fixed me
just like she
promised she would.
I was as good as new once more.

I loved her beyond everything.
i would follow her forever
to the ends of the earth.

But once I was repaired.
She let me go and set me free.
like the bird with a mended wing.

And my heart shattered into
A million pieces.
So badly broken.
That it can never
be repaired again.

.
authors note
When you save someone's life
they belong to you right?
Jude
Jul 2018 · 106
DARKEST OF DARK
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
Twilight  now falls from a lonesome sky
A look of longing rest in your eye
The church bells chime the holiest blues
Are we to pass by, like yesterday's news?

I see our dark ending so crystal clear.
Your goodbye whisperS, is it almost here?
Are we dancing loves last waltz?
It's mournful music sways and halts.

Truth calls at this moment to ignite the light.
It's voice now just echoes
between all wrong and right.
Whispers are memories that hang on my breath.
Our loves tired and broken awaiting its death

So touch lightly this moment, with tears in our eyes.
Drown sorrows with sad music and say our goodbyes.
For hearts have a room where old loves are all parked.
And the future holds secrets in the darkest of dark
Sad endings
jude
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
There is assonance in all living things.
Even within the flower power
of a dandelion.
Growing stubbornly
in the cracks of the pavement.

Where no flower should grow.
Where the footfall of busy humans
will tread it down.
Yet it ignores these dangers
and stubbornly blooms.

Is it meaningless?
Or does its story resonate
an anthem In the universe.?
Can its stubborn strength
save the world?

Is it touching
everyone and everything
With its butterfly effect.?

Or can it perhaps  just save me?
From my smoulering desires.
From my needs wants and lust.
From my loneliness.
Like the warmth
of a dreamed embrace
In the coldest darkness of night.

Can it end the burning cauldron
Of loneliness inside me.
This aching,
This raging need,
This smoldering fire.
This latent heat.
Maybe not
After all its just a dandelion.
Jude
Jul 2018 · 127
THE WISHING STAR
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
This summer night the sky
was an explosion of starlight
They are so beautiful she said.
Not as lovely as you I whispered.

You seem so fascinated by the stars
I think they are more fascinated by me.
I answered

I once thought that stars were made
of magic dust and could grant
the wishes of lovers
here on earth.
But they are not.

She looked at me closely
seeking an explanation.

All they are made of
Are the ungranted wishes,
and sad broken promises.
Wishes they never granted me.
regardless of all the love in my heart.
I explained.

Which is your wishing star
she asked?
i point to the brightest star
in the heavens.
"that one,
the brightest star in the night sky."
it is so full and bright with all my
ungranted wishes.

They are all about you I said.
Doesn't that perhaps
make you a star.
The heart wants what the heart wants.
Jude
Jul 2018 · 181
DONT BE A STRANGER LOVE.
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
Even when I was  a little boy
in grade school.
I knew what love looked like.
She wore glasses
and had two long pigtails
I carried her books everywhere.
She treated me
like her puppy at home.

In high School
I met love again.
Love  was more like a woman now.
But still a little girl inside.
Her softness was forming.
We looked into
each other's eyes
love and I.
Under starry nights,
And prom dances.
I bought love a corsage
Love kissed me that night
for the very first time.

In college, love was a grown woman.
Full of politics,ideas and opinions.
Love stopped wearing lipstick.
And started calling men *******.
I said to love
I am a man --I think
Love took me to her bed
She said not you all the others.
And then left me for another guy.

After college.
I married love she was different.
She wanted to build a nest.
Where we could raise a family.
We had three kids love and I.
And I got left behind somehow.
I became the father of loves children.
And loves husband and breadwinner.
A bunch of labels.
Love stopped
seeing me as a man.
I nearly died of loneliness.

After the divorce
I was  forty-five.
I found love again.
She was older and.wiser
Love did not fall for
the cries of men easily.
She took no wooden nickels.
But I loved her .
Love said we do ok for retreads.
I told love she was beautiful
Even when her eyes were red
From crying of her lost love.
Then love wept
perhaps once too often.
And love  left me.

It's been awhile since love left.
But I know she is out there somewhere .
sipping coffee in Starbuck's in Seattle
or
Watching the tree light
in Washington's square.
Or
Sunbathing on a beach in LA.

You see when love left me.
I left the door wide open.
I whispered softly.
Bye Love, thanks
for coming to see me.
Don't be a  stranger love
come back soon
I love it when you are around.
When love walks in and takes you for a spin.
Ella Fitzgerald
And jude
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
HE WAS TOO YOUNG TO KNOW..a short romantic love story by Jude writing as a woman

I know I still look good, for my age that is.
thank you, my fitness trainer,
My  beautician
and eating salad until my nose twitched.

At my age I should have known better.
But he was so beautiful, so ****** lovely.
But, he was way too young for me.25 at most.
I should have just walked away
But God is not so kind to divorced women
on the red side of forty with a
lot of disillusionment
about modern urban life.
My husband cheated on me
with his young secretary.
Tell me you haven't
heard that before.

I met him at a family get together.
a BBQ with awful food
and cheap wine.
it was his youth I think
it glowed like freedom.
So full of life it touched me deeply.
All the emotions he was to feel
All  yet to happen for him.
Not all jaded like mine
that had already been
and faded away

He dumped his girlfriend
when he saw me.
I don't for the life of me know why.
She was pretty and perky
and so very young.
Fresh and open.
not like me at all.
No not like me.

He caught me looking at him
but I did not release my gaze.
That was cruel, he was a just a boy.
I found out later he was Twenty two.
He gave me all that I needed at that time.
All the things my rat ******* husband
had never given to me.
His honesty
his newness
his youth ,
his energy.

I admit I used him for his beauty
and for the bright  life he was.
Life that shone from him like a beacon.
But what I did not know
Was that I was falling in love with him.

He undressed me with his eyes and smile.
I could not wait to undress for him.
To have me anyway he wanted.

My dear mother always so wise.
Said let him go honey,
it will end badly.
But I didn't.

He moved in to my urban nest.
The few hundred square feet
of New York, that was all mine
where the outside world ended.
And I kept it locked out.

After a while
I was miffed
he did not have a job like I did.
That he sat around playing
Playstation all day.

But then he kissed me
and say I love you baby.
and I melted for him.
And my clothes
fell to the floor again.

One day...
I got real angry
when he was drinking beer
with his rude friends
in my apartment.
When I got home from a hard day at work.
and I threw him out.

I told him he was never going to be what
I needed, he was too young.
He moved into his buddy's place.
And called me ten times a night.

Then I saw him again
it was in the local deli.
I moved a can of caviar
From the separating shelf
To see him again.
and he was buying steaks
on the other side.

I took him home to my place
undressed as usual for him.
He would not wear his ******.
He said I want you to have our baby.
I froze like a deer in the headlights.
I wish he had just ****** me.

All of a sudden.
I saw his vulnerability.
I saw what I was doing to Him.
I saw his youth and his inexperience.
He was just a baby.
and I was playing with him.

I knew I was a honey trap for him.
A trap I could not set.
A trap that was now going
to break my heart.

So I opened the cage leaving
the door wide open.
And he flew out, into
the wild rarified air of life
above the mountains.
Free of me at last.

I saw him again about a year later.
I was drinking wine
at my favorite bistro with a group
of my old friends.

It was near the holidays
The cold new York frost
had formed on the window.
His breath melted a small section.
as he looked inside
our eyes met.
And they burned a hole in my heart,
He waved to me as he
flashed his beautiful smile.

I caught my breath and
my heart beat so quickly..
I wanted to run in the street
and hold him like a baby.
To say its alright honey
come on home.
But then he turned
And walked away
into the icy winter cold
of the old city

He had a young woman
on his arm.
They looked so right
so good together.
I felt the tears forming in my eyes.
I knew I was back to the bottom step
of the 12 step program for broken hearts.

I think now it's likely
That I will never get over him.
I still dance the choreographed
movements of love.
With other imposters.

But when the night falls
And the twilight
is swallowed by the darkness.
The aching starts in my heart.
And I know it is the price I must pay.
For my sins.
WE DONT ALWAYS GET WHAT WE WANT
THE ROLLING STONES
JUDE
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
The big man with a crooked smile and big hands
By
jude kyrie

A long long time ago
Way before digital took over the planet.
My grandfather was  an airman in WW2.

He never dropped a single bomb
or even fired a weapon in that war..or any war.
In fact he was a bit of a pacifist.
live and let live was his way.

The only trigger he ever pulled
Was on his beloved camera.
Instead  he aimed camera lenses
at the Germans snapping their country
From the air
Lay upon his belly and on the planes belly.

Back at the American airbase
Deep in the quaint  UK country village.
he printed his photographs.
enough to cover an airfield.
He always had a faint odor
of fixer and developer chemicals.

He met an English lady in the darkroom.
They printed their photographs together
mixing the fixer and developer.
She got used to his crooked smile and big hands
He got used to her being there.

When the war ended he returned to the states
and opened a camera and photography shop.
He built a big darkroom by his own hands.
when it was finished he went back to England
on a cargo ship to save money.

He found the lady from in the darkroom.
he asked her to marry him.
Kneeling on one knee at her cottage doorway.
Holding a small bunch of flowers
that looked even tinier in his huge hand.
and she accepted his proposal and married him.
At the old stone church in her village.

when they returned to New York
he showed her the darkroom he built for them.
On the door was a note
held by a thumbtack
It said I fell in love with you
in the dark.
but I want you to follow the light
with me for the rest of our lives.

A year later my dad was born
with a crooked smile and big hands
and also his love of photography.
He had the eye for
color and shadow and light.

After I was born I did not follow the
love of photography.
But would get into trouble at school
for writing poems in the margins
of my work books.

I received a late phone call the other day
Grandma  passed away peacefully in her sleep.
She left her small apartment to me.

As I sorted through her belongings
I found the  note that grandpa
pinned on the darkroom door
When she married him.
And I was moved to tell this story.

Follow the light once more Grandma love.
look for a big man with a crooked smile
and big hands he's waiting for you.
Beauty is seldom on the outside.
Jude
Jul 2018 · 1.2k
Time to say goodbye
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
Time to say goodbye
A poem of new beginnings
by Jude kyrie

When I lost you my darling
The winter fell from eternity.
Crystals of you fell in the snowflakes.
Sparkling as your eyes once did.
In the light of old  street lamps.

I could not move on without you my love.
I had folded my heart into a love letter
And placed it in your soul to keep forever.

Yet after all these lonely years without you.
She has found me, and taken my hand
Leading  me to the sunlight
that we once shared together.

Perhaps that would have been enough once.
But the dinner at the old Hotel
Had candles of red and green to celebrate
the festive season of goodwill to man

Stored away in the freezer of my heart.
The ice crystals cannot
live in the warmth of this season.
Even as they  try to fight the glow.

They are frozen as cold as ice.
Upon  the memories
of our old Christmas past.

Yet she is here now.
not to replace you.
or take away what you were.
but to take all that is
left of me.
and shine it like old silver.

in the festive restaurant.
Her smile is a cure for my sadness.
Her hand is my guiding light
Her heart is glowing
like the yule log in the fireplace.

Then from the candlelight,
You send my cure
The one I have waited for
In an eternity of sadness.

The future ghost of Christmas
Was in the candlelight that danced
Inside her beautiful eyes.
And quietly in the glow of Christmas.
I am finally able to say to you.
That it is
time to say goodbye my love.
Moving on takes time.
Jude
Jul 2018 · 2.4k
Im forever blowing bubbles
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
have always been a dreamer
Even as a little boy
I have dreamed a lot
I loved blowing bubbles
Watching them fly so high like my dreams .

When I sat next to her at junior school.
I think it was then I fell in love with her.
She treated me like her puppy dog.
I thought it was love back then.
But it was just another bubble.

At the high school,
I was still in love with her
She had become more like a woman then.
Her softness abounding
She let me carry her books home.
And was my date at the prom.
She wore my corsage
And kissed me goodnight
after the dance was over.
I thought it was love
But it was just another bubble.

We went to college together
She became a radical
I hate all men she said.
I softly said I am a man.
Not you, she whispered
and took me to her bed.
I thought it was love
But it was Just a bigger bubble..

I attended her wedding today
She looked so beautiful.
No one noticed the tears in my eyes.
I closed them tight to hold them back
And I saw myself
standing next to her
At that altar.
I silently  mouthed the words
I do, in unison
With her new husband.

For just a moment
I felt her as my wife.
and that she loved me.
But it was only
my last bubble popping.
Jul 2018 · 149
Lost in infinity
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
Her stars  are bright this night
Even the pale silvered moonlight
spills in pools on the pathways.

In the distance smeone is playing
Bolero on a flute.
It's melody is burning my soul.
As her lips once did.

A cat unaware of loss or passion
reflects the beauty of the
wild clematis
in its green eyes,

The crescendo of sadness
overwhelms my grief.
In the distance someone
is playing bolero on a flute.
And my soul is aching.

The cat turns
to witness my sadness.
Its eyes green and wide.
Reflecting all the darkness
of a sorrow that is
lost in infinity.
The good news is grief eventualy fades
but
Love lives forever
jude
Jul 2018 · 99
Old Silver
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
sometimes my love,
the familiar sight of you
burnished by the years.
dusting a table
or lighting a candle.
or reading a book.
fills me with the renewal
of my love for you.

i look at how we became us.
and how I am thankful for you.

How graceful you are,
polishing the old silver of our life.
leaving your lavender scent upon pillows
Dreams hiding behind those beautiful eyes.
Those eyes,
That have always graced me
with the look of your love.

And of moments
when we return to the flesh.
You shine your love like old silver
with schoolgirl smile and loosened hair.
ignoring the ravages of the passing years
Always with loving
style and grace.

Embracing our span of days.
Ever steady against
the tides of flowing years.
you are
My safe harbor  
My anchor  
My guiding light
My truest love.
all my love
forever darling.
Your Jude
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
I sit here, writing love poems for. you
on the dark side of the moon.
its silence  is a muse to me
But I will come back home  to you soon.

Looking out into the vastness of space.
it's hard to understand
how many trillion stars exist.
more than every grain of sand.

Looking down upon the earth below
Now just a spinning speck in the sky
I can see our tiny house
Where we shall live until we die.

Together we exist there within our tiny life
But we are so happy you and I.
Out here all the spangled stars
are so lonely it makes me cry.

For we two are man and wife
Two tiny little specks that love
And the warmth of you fills my heart
Even from so very far above

Maybe we don't count for much
In the universe of time and space.
But all its wonders that I have seen
Will pale,
when I come home again
and see your face.
For you my love
jude
Jul 2018 · 329
If You go away......
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
If you go away, as I know you will.
Leave on a summer day, when the air is still.
And the sun is warm, and the flowers shine
And the world is sweet, like summer wine.

If you go away, as I know you will.
Leave when the nightbird's song
is loud and shrill.
And there's no chance of rain
in an azure sky.
And the summer breezes
Weep goodbye.

If you go away, as I know you will.
And my futures filled, with only time to ****.
It will be kinder losing you, on such an afternoon
When the earth is sweet,
and the flowers bloom.

If you go away.........
  If you go away.............
     If you go away................
Just sad
sigh
Jude
Jul 2018 · 107
In the Rain.
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
Do you remember my darling
When we were just children,
It was so long ago.
We played in the summer rain.
Dancing in puddles.
Splashing in rainwater everywhere
In our colored rubber boots.

I was drenched with happiness
in the pouring rain.
I think that's when
I first fell in love with you.
I knew even back then
we would marry one day.

Remember we always
loved walking in the rain.
The olive green days
of our life, my love.
You, Me, the rain.

Then when the sickness came
you tried to hide it from me.
but I knew...I knew.....I knew
It was far too strong for the
rain to wash away.

I remember that last day
my love.
you asked me is it raining?
I said yes my love.
It has rained all day.

Take me outside you whispered.
Dance with me in the rain
just one more time.
I carried you to the garden
held you in my arms
Like a child
And we danced in the rain.

Then as you left me
I carried you to the window.
Two doves were sheltering
from the rain.on our window sill.
as though waiting
to carry your soul to heaven.

I folded my heart into a love letter
and placed it in your soul.
Then kissed you goodbye
for the last time.
Whispering
for you to read on
rainy days my love.
Rainy days and Mondaysj
ude
Jul 2018 · 89
Autumn Rush
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
Autumn Rush
by
Jude Kyrie

Your eyes are as green
as the emerald forest.
Smiling, dreams of firelight
in a burning autumn sky.

the trees resonate
the ancient mantras
of time long past.
Cooling winds fed by
the milky moonlight
foretell the seasons change.

Golden leaves float
in the thin air drifting like ghost .
The reflecting golden
wavelets on the pond
See a rising mist.
of summers
last  breath over them.

And the rush of autumn
stirs my heart
like a mother's touch
I love autumn
jude
Jul 2018 · 114
CANADIAN DAYBREAK
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
So begins the  summer's morn
Dewdrops cling to a rose's thorn.
cricket's chirp in peaceful glow
A linnets fluttering wings below.

A cedar cabin poor and bare
In simple presence standing there.
A lapping lake upon the shore
Calls for nature's  lilt once more

Tranquil peace falls like the rain
Easing mind and soul again
The purple mantle of the dawn
Awakens another perfect morn
FOR CANADA MY ADOPTED MOTHER.
THANK YOU
JUDE
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
And the band played waltzing Matilda
by
jude kyrie

First of all y ou have to know me.
I am not wild or adventurous girl.
I read, and go to small get togethers.
so grounded so conservative.
A girl from new New England.
A schoolteacher I get lost
in the shadows at parties.

I was nothing  like him at all
Not like the tall strong rugby playing
adventure seeking Aussie man
with the wild Aussie accent.

We met when he visited Boston
I am on walkabouts
he said to me in the book store.
I asked him if he Did not have a car.
He laughed
No darlin I mean I am travelling
The world I got restless in OZ
and they call it walkabout.

He took me for coffee
I had never seen such a big
Beautiful man as he.
Every other word
Was right mate
or no worries love..
But for some reason that
I shall never understand.
He liked me

and he would not take no
for an answer.
I felt like a little girl in his arms.
He could pick me up like a feather
Lifting me over his head
Your a bit of alright Darlin.
.he would say.
Or ****** love
you are a *******..
Whatever that meant

I got used to him being around.
He made me laugh.
He always cheered me up
Why I married
him I will never know.

I worried about his giant
frame towering over me..
But. I should not have.
He was the sweetest kindest man
I have ever known.
He treated me like gold.
Always, So gentle so loving.
He made me so happy.

I know he missed his Australian home.
But he never complained.
He said I love you Darlin.
We will get back home one day.
I don't think I have ever been as happy
as that time with him.

I thought giants lived forever.
But they don't.
They are just as frail
as us small people.
When he became sick.
He made little off it.

******,
I will shake it off in a fortnight.
No worries love.
Give us a kiss.
But I did worry.
...I knew ...I knew..I knew.

Finally at the end he said
I got a last request honey.
Honey ..his only American word.
I kissed him.
Anything Anything my love.

Spread my ashes on Australian soil
It don't matter much.where.
Just  Anywhere.
but have them sing
Waltzing Matilda for me love.
When I lost him
My world was not as bright.
But I kept my promise.
I took his ashes back to OZ.

There was a huge
Australian football match
With half of  Sydney there.
As a hundred thousand people
singing his beloved
Waltzing Matilda.
At the football match.

I Let his ashes loose and free
into a cool breeze that seemed
To know he was back home.
He flew away far into
the wide open Australian sky.
Where I knew he was happiest.

And I whispered
Goodbye my sweet
Australian gentle giant.

And the band
Were playing waltzing matilda.
Ahh romance
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
The old couple sat quietly
on the park bench
Warm  in the spring sunlight.
The years had flown by
like a racing deer.

She turned to him her beautiful
grey eyes still
as young as the springtime.
She whispered, how did you know
that I was the right one for you
all those long years ago my love.

He was quiet for a moment.
then he took her hand into his.
Do you remember when we bought
the house we have lived in a lifetime.

She looked at him confused.
Her silence demanding an answer.
He continued

We looked at a hundred places
And were about to give up.
When the agent took us to our home.
I walked in and said I love this place.
It's beautiful, so warm and cosy
I could spend my life in this house.

Well.
That's how I felt when you let me
Into your heart my love.
Romance again
sigh!!
Jude
Jul 2018 · 351
Flashback
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
It was more than a lifetime ago,
I was just 17 back then
across the distant faded years.
Amost 50 years to be exact.

The jungle is forgiving
no matter how the war had torn it
and poisoned it,
with agent Orange
fertilized it
with the blood of so many young men.
It recovered as resilient
as a spring in the hardware store
resuming its original shape
as though nothing had ever been there.

I am an old man now
far from the blush of my youth spent here
but I need to be here before my time is passed.
I could feel it calling me in the nightbirds song.
In the summer rainstorms.
And mostly when the thunder cracked the air.

I find the clearing where it happened
And close my eyes almost in prayer.

And I know I canfeel them
here again with me,
all of them.

We are all so young,so handsome
so full of life and possibilities.
We are passing round  a doobie
I take a long deep drag of the ****
my head calms down.
I see my girl my mother and sister.
But they are a lifetime removed.

A feeling for my buddies overtakes me
perhaps it was the marijuana
maybe it's just plain love,
Yes, I think it was love.

I shout, I love you man
to my best buddy Joe.
He shouts back
not as much as I love you man,

Soldiers get closer than wives
and girlfriends
we touch where it counts
where all the chips fall.
Where blood spills
And promises are kept.
It's real love
not that  ****** holywood crap.

I keep my eyes closed
I feel Joe close by me.
I know now
why I made this journey .
Why I was here
pulling the scabs of old wounds
letting them bleed again.

I see the tracer lights
of the gunfire in the clearing.
I see Joe fall mortally  wounded.
guys were dying all around me.
They were not calling for god
they cried like children
Their last cry for their mother..

I hold Joe in my my arms
He is dying.
His blood soaks my shirt.
Tears fall from my young eye's.
It's a vision
that is etched into my soul.
his last words are
I love you man.

I open my eyes
It now again the noise
has stopped in my head.
The clearing is. ghostly silent
except for the ceasless
chirping of the jungle.

My mouth whispers softly.
Capturing all that was left of me.
Not as much as I love you man.
Return to Nam
by
jude
Jul 2018 · 331
NIGHTGLOW
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
The silvered blush of the moon
Collects haunting fragrances
of memories.yet to be made.
In the star clustered night sky
Stardust falls like feathered down.
My heart is an open door
Waiting for you.
Only for you.
Just thought it pretty
jude
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
It was so very many years ago
Yet it comes to me like it was  yesterday.
we walked the pathway of the seine river.
Arm in arm.
in love for the first time
There is nothing like the first love.
Nothing at all, ever again.

We walked the busy streets of old Paris.
The perfume of blossoms intermingle
with the smell of the bakery at the patisserie

The city of romance.
Too full of lovers overflowing in that springtime.
Trying to find a little studio that we could afford.
In a Paris with no space

You stopped and held me close.
I am a guitar and the fingers
of lovers are strumming the strings
Spinning my emotions
Commanding me to stay
She said

We walked from studio to studio
seeking the pure light from the north
to touch her beauty
as I painted her for the first time.

From the sofa in my studio
She whispered to me.

I feel like it is you inside me
Your fingers playing my heart
Allowing it to beat and flow the blood.
Keeping it safe and loved.

I looked at her
so beautiful
so much what I needed
So breathtaking to me.

And there in that
distant Springtime
in Paris….

I entered her through
the door of her heart
that she left open
only for me.
And found my home
Where I would always stay
Ahhh to be young again!
In Paris.
Jude
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
1951 a small mining town in Lancashire

I was only a young man of 18
back then. In the fifties.
The small after war mill town
in Lancashire was a desolate place.
Its dark soot stained buildings factory chimneys
that poured dark grey smoke
into the coal dust of air we breathed.
Even the town felt choked
by the dark hope for the future.
Smoke stacks and coal stained
buildings left from the remnants
of the industrial revolution.
Seemed to say to me
get out of here lad,
there's nothing for you.

Now all I felt in my heart was anger.
No jobs poor wages even if you could get one.
But I had my looks my youth and burning passion
to get somewhere in this ****** World.
And if I got the chance t would take it.

My dad got me a job in the offices
At the coal mine where he was a miner.
it was on the bottom rung of the ladder
I hated it, but it was a job.
That's where I first met her, my boss.
The eldest daughter of the mine owner.
She was pretty and spoiled.
Well educated and well dressed.
At rich daddy's expense I guessed.
But she was used to getting  her own way.
Nepotism was rife in those days.
She was thirty four but she kept
looking at me almost inspecting me.
Like her next toy I thought.

But I was eighteen.
I had never been with a woman
No experience, whatsoever with women.
And she was well built and pretty.
She spoke to me gently and respectfully.
Like a teacher does to a pupil.

She would bend over my desk
Teaching me the intricacy of the business,
And as I listened all I could notice
Were her beautiful breast
and the impressive cleavage
Inside her blouse.

Every morning she smiled at me
and wished me  good day.
What she did not know she had starred
In my ******  dream last night and in it
Her expensive clothes lay carelessly
On the  floor next to the bed,
that we were sharing.

She spent time with me
and taught.me a lot
about the business.
Her family owned half the town.

I had to work the weekend
the auditors were coming in
on monday morning early.
At seven o'clock on Saturday evening
we finished our preparations.

Thank you so much, she said softly.
You must be famished, I am.
She took me into town
in her MG sports car.
We ate at a nice pub I had
three glasses of red wine.
I liked it I had never drank wine before.

She said, do you have a girl.
I blushed, no miss.
Why not, you are very nice looking.
Have you not found one lady
that you would like to ask out.

Yes miss I.mumbled, there's one.
She looked at me, I thought
I saw a tiny bit of jealousy.
But it could be the wine.
Who is she? tell me about her
it was half a question
yet half an order.

I called upon the glow
of my new found wine friend and said.
She's so beautiful miss.
Very very stylish.
Lovely figure
and perfect gray eyes.
I don't think I have ever seen
a woman as lovely as her.

She sounds lovely she said.
But I noticed she was a bit miffed.
Why don't you ask her out.?
Because I don't think
she would accept miss.
She is far above my station.

Look she said out of the office
You may call me Elizabeth, all right.
I said yes miss….er... Elizabeth.
Who is this lady you talk of anyway?

It's …..its you miss.
She went silent.
Looking at me intently.

Have I lost my job, miss I asked.
No you haven't it's alright.
I am much older than you.
It would not be appropriate.

Men go with ladies
much younger than they are miss.
Yes, I know they do.

She took me back to the small
flat she kept in the city.
For nights that
she may be out on the town.
It was cosy and comfortable.
She poured more wine.

Why have you never married? I asked.
She smiled.
Because all those
that asked me, I didn't love,
all those I loved, did not ask
she quipped.

I took my jacket off
I was warm with the wine.
And  the closeness to her.
My small pocket novel sized girlie
magazine fell out of the inside pocket.
I grabbed it quickly.

but she had seen it.
Let me see it, she said.
I passed it to her blushing.
She looked at the pictures
of the large breasted naked ladies.
They are lovely, she said.

They are not as lovely as you are miss.
Have you ever been with a lady.
She asked.
I blushed no not yet,.
She said then it's high time you did.

Taking my hand
she led me to her bedroom.
I am not sure what to do, I whispered.
Hush, hush, now come to me,
She took me slowly and patiently.

I felt the boyhood leave my body
Irrevocably rushing into her as my
manhood appeared in its place.

I slept in her arms and
when  I woke in the night.
she took me again
and held my head
onto her beautiful breast
as I slept like a child.

After that she took me to her place
after work almost every day,
She took me to her bed
and we made love.

After  few months I came into work
she called me into her office.
She looked very troubled.
I thought I was getting fired.

But she said, I'm pregnant.
In those days abortions
were illegal and dangerous.
And out of  wedlock babies poured
shame on lady and family.

She said I want this baby.
I told my mother
She broke it to daddy last night.
He's furious, he wants to see you
in his office now.

I nearly collapsed
with fear and. confusion.
But I made my way to the
managing director's office.
He was a big man with a
moustache and silver hair.
Noted for his bad temper.

He said I make no bones about it.
You are not suitable
to be a member of my family.
I had my lawyer draw up an agreement.
and termination package.

He brought out his checkbook.
He wrote a cheque payable to me
for thirty thousand pounds.
An enormous sum in those days.
Move on leave town
and never bother Elizabeth again.
He said strictly.

I do not know to this day, where
I got the courage from.
I looked at the cheque.
And thought of my
hundred and five pounds, net worth.
And I tore it half.

Sir, You can fire me,
blacklist my name
in the north of England .
Make my life a living hell.
you have this power, I know.
.
But I shall not leave Elisabeth
unless she tells me to go.
And even then
I do not want your money.

He stopped silently.
and looked at me
as he stroked his chin thoughtfully.

He always got his way,
No one ever talked back at him.
But.
There was something about this boy
that reminded him of himself so long ago
when he had not two half penny's
to rub together.
And truth be known,
he married his wife Maud
because she was in the family way..

Very well then.
we will call my errant daughter.
and she can tell you to go herself.

Elizabeth came in the room
Her pretty eyes.
Red from crying.
Tell him to go, daughter
he commanded.

I offered him thirty
thousand pounds to go away.
But he tore up the cheque.
He wants to hear you
to tell him to leave.
And he will leave
without a penny.
tell him to go now.

She looked up into my face
She saw all the love
in my eyes that I had for her.

Do you want me?
she asked
I answered
yes I do.

Do you want this baby
she asked firmly.
Yes I do.

Do you want to marry me
she asked?
Yes I do .

Old Abel her father knew defeat
when it was inevitable.
Alright then,against my blessing
you get married next week in white.
No bride of my family
Will go to altar great with child.

Ten years later

Abel had retired.
And became the doting grandfather.
To  our four dear children.
After the twins were born
then a year later his granddaughter
a year later his grandson.
he realised that his daughter
was the happiest women
in the north.of England.

.And his son in law
was  good husband and father.

I ran the mine
and expanded his interest
into electronics manufacturing.

We sit together on summer nights
on the river bank.
Sometimes Elizabeth and me get a little
alone time. No kids no work.
I say to her  l love you honey.
You are still the most beautiful woman
i have ever been with.

She laughs
i am the only woman
you have been with
I corrupted you as a youth.

I whisper,
.I am so happy you never
asked me to leave
that day in his office.
She smiled.
No,
I proposed to you instead,my  love.

Why did you not accept the huge sum
of money he offered and run.

Because
Of something you once said
about not being married
What's that then?
she questioned
All the ones you loved
did not ask you.
And
You were the one I loved
and you did ask me
I like to visit my roots now and then.
My humble origins
Before I left England.
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
AS THE BOMBS FELL A CHILD IS BORN.
A TRUE STORY
BY JUDE KYRIE

The night I was born the air was filled with the acrid odors of cordite and fire. Even the charred blossoms of the out of place cherry tree in the dark inner city gadens lost their sweet fragrance,
It was 1942 the war raged on like the four horsemen wanted it too.
Bombers of the Luftwaffe decided to obliterate our home at that moment.
Manchester was on fire and my first breaths were made of its deadly acrid smoke.
Inside the small row house beneath its humble living quarters we were sheltered under the cellar stairs.
My heavily pregnant mother and three older sisters clung to each other tightly as the roar of hate and violence crescendoed above the small house.
Somehow even in the darkened days of hopeless war I had been conceived in defiance of all the  hate a small flickering candle of love burning brightly in the darkness.
Missing from the house were my six older brothers who were away fighting in distant lands in the royal marines.
Also missing , my father who had served his country in the first world war. Now he walked in the darkened blackout of a Manchester on fire.
His job to watch for injured people he was  now too old to serve in any other way.
The bomb whistled as It fell from the sky its whining harbinger of death and destruction a precursor to its death knell of explosion a few moments later.
A cat oblivious to war and destruction watched the scene from beneath a stoop. The fires from the detonated TNT reflected in its wide green eyes.
The sound of our best friend the very air that we breathe to live being compressed into a weapon that would try to destroy us.
the blast wall of compression hit the structure of our house causing the supporting walls to fall inward and slowly to bury us alive in our cellar refuge,

My father at that very moment stood in front of the old catholic church of which he was a member with nine children as proof and soon to be ten.
The nave was on fire even gods house was not spared this night.

Father O'Brien appeared at the door of his beloved church in his arms in a long white smock was his altar boy he did not move nor would he ever again.
Tears flowed down the face of the old Irish priest. God has forsaken us Frank he cried to my father.

And together they walked in the mayhem of war.
As they reached our street my father saw his house destroyed and
His heart sank the priest last lament ringing in his ears.
A crowd of neighbours were pulling at the rubble. Mixed with plaster bricks a broken dish, a picture, a *** now so dented almost unrecognizable.
For hours they pulled and worked to reach the cellar.then finally they got there.
Under the cellar steps inside the gloom of blackened night we were all there covered in dirt and grime. Yet alive in defiance of the grim reaper increased by one more,
my mother held me to her breast to nurture her new child her seventh son.

My father wept as we were lifted out one by one.
He held me close to his heart covering me with his coat.
My mother kissed him and said
Oh Frank we have lost everything.
He touched her hair softly and said.
That's not true Mary love,
I just found everything I ever wanted.

across the yard a cat sat watching the fires in its eyes extinguished
and the scene of a happy reunion reflected in its place with the promise of happier times to come.
A true piece of my family history
jude
Jude kyrie Feb 2018
Forget the long past years that linger
the tarnished rings upon your finger
I watch you quietly read your book
Or sipping tea in the kitchen nook
Within your loving style and grace
Embracing the challenges that we face

Ever steady against the flowing years
Ever comforting though all my fears
My safe harbor and my guiding light
You shine the old silver of our life so bright
With your brightened eyes and loving care
You bless me with your love to share

And when we return to the flesh again
You shower your love like summer rain.
With schoolgirl smile and loosened hair.
You open your heart for me to share.
All I ask of you this day sublime
Is for you be my valentine.
To my lovely wife
All my love forever
Jude
Jude kyrie Feb 2018
Old Silver.
.by
Jude Kyrie
for my dearest lady.
on Valentines Day

sometimes my love,
the familiar sight of you
burnished by the years.
dusting a table
or lighting a candle.
or reading a book.
fills me with the renewal
of my love for you.

i look at how we became us.
and how I am thankful for you.

How graceful you are,
polishing the old silver of our life.
leaving your lavender scent upon pillows
Dreams hiding behind those beautiful eyes.
Those eyes,
That have always graced me
with the look of your love.

And of moments
when we return to the flesh.
You shine your love like old silver
with schoolgirl smile and loosened hair.
ignoring the ravages of the passing years
Always with loving
style and grace.

Embracing our span of days.
Ever steady against
the tides of flowing years.
you are
My safe harbor  
My anchor  
My guiding light
My truest love.*

all my love
forever darling.
Your Jude
all my love
forever darling.
Your Jude
Jude kyrie Feb 2018
I was nineteen, almost twenty
back then. In the fifties.
The small after war mill town
in Lancashire
held dark hope for the future.
Smoke stacks and coal stained
buildings left from the remnants
of the industrial revolution.

Now all I felt in my heart was anger.
No jobs poor wages if you could get one.
But I had my looks and burning passion
to get somewhere in this ****** World.

My dad got me a job in the offices
At the coal mine where he was a miner.
it was on the
bottom rung of the ladder
I hated it, but it was a job.
That's where I met her, my boss.
The eldest daughter of the mine owner.

She was pretty and spoiled.
Well educated
at rich daddy's expense I guessed.
But used to her own way.
Nepotism was rife in those days.
She was thirty four but she kept
looking at me almost inspecting me.
Like her next toy I thought

But I was nineteen.  
I had never been with a woman
And she was well built and pretty.
She spoke to me gently and respectfully.
Like a teacher does to a pupil.

And as I listened all I could notice
Were her beautiful breast
and the impressive cleavage
In her blouse.

Every morning is he smiled at me
and wished me  good day.
What she did not know she had starred
In my ******  dream last night and in it
Her expensive clothes lay carelessly
On the  floor next to the bed,
That we were sharing.

She spent time with me
and taught.me a lot
about the business.
Her family owned half the town.

I had to work the weekend
the auditors were coming in
on monday morning early.
At seven o'clock on Saturday evening
we finished our preparations.

Thank you so much she said softly.
You must be famished I am.
She took me into town
in her MG sports car.
We ate at nice pub I had
three glasses of red wine.
I liked it I had never drank wine before.

She said do you have a girl.
I blushed no miss.
Why not, you are very nice looking.
Have you not found one lady
that you would like to ask out.

Yes miss I.mumbled there's one.
She looked at me I thought
I saw a tiny bit of jealousy.
But it could be the wine.
Who is she?
tell me about her it was half an order.

I called upon the glow
of my new found wine friend and said.
She's beautiful miss.
Very very stylish.
Lovely figure
and perfect gray eyes.
I don't think I have ever seen
a woman as lovely as her.

She sounds lovely she said.
But I noticed she was a bit miffed.
Why don't you ask her out.?
Because I don't think
she would accept miss.
Look she said out of the office
You may call me Elisabeth all right.
I said yes miss….er... Elizabeth.
Who is this lady you talk of anyway?

It's …..its you miss.
She went silent.
Looking at me intently.
Have I lost my job miss I asked.
No you haven't its alright.
I am much older than you.
It would not be appropriate.

Men go with ladies
much younger than they are miss.
Yes I know they do.

She took me back to the small
flat she kept in the city.
For nights that
she may be out on the town.
It was cosy and comfortable.
She poured more wine.

Why have you never married? I asked.
She smiled.
Because all those
that asked I didn't love,
all those I loved did not ask
she quipped.

I took my jacket off
it was warm with the wine.
And  the closeness to her.
My small pocket novel sided girlie
magazine fell out of the inside pocket.
I grabbed it quickly.

but she saw it.
Let me see it she said.
I passed it to her blushing.
She looked at the pictures
of the large breasted naked ladies.
They are lovely she said.

They are not as lovely as you are miss.
Have you ever been with a lady.
She asked.
I blushed no not yet,.
She said its time you did.

Taking my hand
she led me to her bedroom.
I am not sure what to do I whispered.
Hush hush now come to me,
She took me slowly and patiently.

I felt my childhood leave my body
Irrevocably rushing into her as my
manhood appeared in its place.

I slept in her arms and
when  I woke in the night.
she took me again
and held my head
onto her beautiful breast
as I slept like a child.

After that she took me to her place
after work almost every day,
She took me to her bed
and we made love.

After  few months I came into work
she called me into her office.
She looked troubled.
I thought I was getting fired.

But she said I'm pregnant.
In those days abortions
were illegal and dangerous.
And out of  wedlock babies poured
shame on lady and family.

She said I want this baby.
I told my mother
She broke it to daddy.
He's furious he wants to see you
in his office now.

I nearly collapsed
with fear and. confusion.
But I made my way to the
managing director's office.
He was a big man with a
moustache and silver hair.
Noted for his temper.

He said I make no bones about it.
You are not suitable
to a member of my family.
I had my lawyer draw up an agreement.
and termination package.

He brought out his checkbook.
He wrote a cheque payable to me
for thirty thousand pounds.
An enormous sum in those days.
Move on leave town
and never bother Elisabeth again.
He said strictly.

I do not know where
I got the courage from.
I looked at the cheque.
And thought of my
hundred and five pounds net worth.
And I tore it half.

Sir, You can fire me,
blacklist my name
in the north of England .
Make my life a living hell.
you have this power I know.
.
But I shall not leave Elisabeth
unless she tells me to go.
And even then
I do not want your money.

He stopped silently.
He always got his way,
No one ever talked back at him.
But.
There was something about this boy
that reminded him of himself so long ago
when he had not two penny's
to rub together.
and truth be known,
he married his wife Maud
because she was pregnant.

Very well
we will call my errant daughter.
and she can tell you to go herself.

Elizabeth came in the room
Her pretty eyes.
Red from crying.
Tell him to go daughter
he commanded.

I offered him thirty
thousand pounds to go away.
But he tore up the cheque.
He wants to hear you
to tell him to leave.
And he will leave
without a penny.

She looked up into my face
She saw the love
in my eyes that I had for her.

Do you want me she asked.
I answered
yes I do

Do you want this baby
she asked firmly
Yes I do.

Do you want to marry me
she asked?
Yes I do .

Old Abel her father knew defeat
when it was inevitable.
Alright against my blessing
you get married next week in white.
No bride of my family
Will go to altar great with child.

Ten years later

Abel had retired
And became the doting grandfather
To  our four children.
After the twins were born
then a year later his granddaughter
a year later his grandson.
he realised that his daughter
was the happiest women
in the north.of England.

.And his son in law
was  good husband and father.

I ran the mine
and expanded his interest
into electronics manufacturing.

We sit together on the river bank
sometimes Elizabeth and me.
I say l love you honey.
You are still the most beautiful woman
i have ever been with.

She laughs
i am the only woman
you have been with
I corrupted you as a youth.

.I am so happy you never
asked me to leave
that day in his office.
She smiled.
No,
I proposed to you instead,my  love.

Why did you not accept the huge sum
of money he offered and run.

Because
Of something you once said
about not being married
What's that then she questioned
All the ones you loved
did not ask you.
And
You were the one I loved
and you did ask me
I the darkest days a cNle glows.
Jude
Jude kyrie Feb 2018
oceans light
by Jude kyrie

I hear your voice in the winds.
Even as I sail
Within the company of men.

And the sea spray from the tides
Bring to me your kiss.
In the oceans depths
I have sent my heart
Deep into the darkness below
It will wait there for an eternity.

To hear again the sound of your voice
And to feel the touch of your hand
And to sleep within
the warmth of your soul.

If time shalt deny me
And deaths cold kiss
Shall devour me.

Then still present
Within  it's darkness
The  light of my love
for you shall always glow.
We are but mortal beings.
But the light 0f love lives forever
Jude
Jude kyrie Feb 2018
Have you ever been in  love?
I don't mean the teenage.
Infatuation years
We all suffered that.
I am talking the mid life crisis,
The is that all there is years.
Im talking  the two teenage kids
And a solid husband who is probably
Twice as unhappy as me
He's kind when I say.
No he understands.
but no passion no real love.

But I have a job for twenty years
I am the wedding planner
And events manager at the countryHotel..
If I say so myself I am good at it.
I bring the weddings here.
Day after day.

He was in the wedding party
I noticed him twenty years my junior
So arrogant
so beautiful
so handsome
so out of my. League

Why does youth need to look
so ******* beautiful?
I always watch the vows
at all my ceremonies.
They touch my soul.

I am forty four
Well preserved but if you look close
Behind my smile still forty four

The wedding flowed well
as all of my weddings do.

but I saw him
He was the saddest person in the room
at most he was 23
I am a romantic
An unashamed romantic.
I noticed his tears.
and wondered why.

Afterwards I found him drunk
by the elevator,
I held his head in my arms
And asked
Why so sad its a wedding?
He said I love her
but she chose my brother.

It's against hptel policy
But I helped him to his bed.
It touched me.
Me who runs a tight ship.
Me who has two teenage children.
And a. Husband who likes sports
More than me.

I still let my husband have me
about twice a week
When I am not too exhausted
from my job at the hotel.

The following week
eventually unravelled my life.
He came to work at the hotel
under me I was assigned as his boss.

I found him outside waiting for a bus
I don't know why I offered him a lift.
Perhaps his sadness
Or perhaps mine

As we reached his home
he still lived with his parents
I said cheer up
do something to excite me.
i was thinking tell me a joke or story.
He leaned forward to me.
With his long blonde hair
He Kissed my face
Then his lips kissed mine.
I Felt his passion
God how I missed that
Saturday night mommy
***** felt useless.

I tried to get him fired
he would ruin my life
i know he would.
Yet he was all I could think about.
and the thoughts were not motherly.
he had to go.

my boss said
no way he works very hard.
I gave him all the worst assignments
for two weeks but he did them
without complaint.
Then he turned to me
in my office when we were alone
and said I love you.
the blessed  words I ached
to hear so badly.

I said I am a married   woman
twenty years older than you
with two teenage children.
He said softly
you never mentioned
your husband.

Then as I realised the omission
He kissed me
***!
I was alive again
something hidden and deep
stirred in me.
Something raw
full of want and need
and yes a glow of
tenderness swept over me

I have a key to a room
I keep off limits at the hotel.
I said go to 279
I stripped off my clothes
And covered myself
with a sheet like s toga.

Hecame in and held me close.
I melted in need and desire
it burned like fire.
Me the take no prisoners boss lady.
I said to myself its only once
why not what's the damage.
hes so beautiful.

I had no idea
I had fallen in love with him
Such a mistake.
Where  can we end up I said.
44 and 23 just don't mix

Perhaps after.
He had his fill of a mature woman
that never says no.
He would move on
just a nice time
a nice experience.
for a young man.

What I did not count on
was my possessive nature
I hated the girls at the hotel
offering him free ***
I heard it all the time.
they did everything
but take their **** out,
I got so mad at him even
if it was not his fault.
He was so
beautiful and Young.

I took him to my room every day
I stripped for him and he looked at me
with heated want in his eyes.
And he took me like an Ardent lover.
And I gave myself to him
anything he wanted he got.
i had lost the word no
from my lexicon.

My Husband found out
He watched me leave
with him And knew my.
False excuses for my late arrival
home were lies.

I told him I was in love
The  whole family turned on me..
I went to my lover
he still lived at.
His mother and fathers home
They were out for the day
We made love as always but
He said you are not with me today..
noticing my preoccupation
with my troubled marriage.

His parents came home unexpectedly
And saw me half dressed
on the stairway.
perhaps
More importantly
Almost wice his age.

yet his mother smiled at me
and said you are reason he is so happy
thank you he has been in a depression
for two years ever since his girl
chose his.brother to love.
i thought he would never .be happy again.

I-tried to fix my original home life
It did not work.when
you have tasted ambrosia
Meat and potatoes just don't cut it.
He was desolate without me
how can anyone feel like that?
About me for gods sake?
And I was broken without him.

I went to his house
signaling to my  family
I was  ending my marriage
I found him drunk
Crying on the floor.
like at the wedding when I met him.
but this time he weeping over me.

I said why do you want me so bad?
you can have have
any young and pretty ladies
of your own age.

He held me close
Right to his chest.
I could feel his heart beating
through my breast.

And he whispered
almost in a primeval sob.

He gave me the only answer
that made any sense.at all.

Because I love you honey
and there is no one  else
in this world for me.*

the beginning
Jude
Old and new can be worn together.
Summer and Autumn sometimes melts into one.
Jude
Jude kyrie Jan 2018
THE SHAPE OF WATER
they say Gods do not exist
that if they did they would be untouchable.
I know this not to be true.
They are everywhere
and come in the shapes
of this earth and the next.

Of all the gifts that my god gave me
and for which I am grateful
the power of speech was not one.
From being a little girl I have been silent.

My position at the research labs
of the federal government
is not one of power
I am a cleaner
I pick up messes
wash toilets
And dust the exhibits.

The amphibian man was a God
I know this now.
They had him in chains
trying to find his secrets
They hurt him
and electrocuted him
kept him from his water
that was his home.
Do we always torture our gods
when they visit us.?

My. Silence was his language
I reached to him
and held my hand against his
on the glass of the aquarium
that was his prison.

I fed him as I cleaned the room.
Then when he came from the water
on heavy chains
I held his hand we signed
which is my language
I taught him words and meanings
care... food ..compassion ...and love
and he felt these things for me.

I was the one that heard
his torturers plotting to terminate him
to open up his body
and see what is the difference
between us and him.
I could have told them
what it was,
he had beauty and gentleness.

I think that was when he fell in love with me
no one has ever fallen for me.
I am ordinary
meant to be single
and of course speechless.

What I did not know was
I was falling in love with him
perhaps  meeting of hearts
of two oddities of our separate species.

The escape was easy
no one suspected me
a lowly dumb cleaner.
But I took him out in the laundry cart
I sent out every night.
For weeks I kept him safe
in my little apartment
filling the bathtub with salted water

at last I had someone to care for
someone gentle and kind
someone who did not need
the voice I did not have.
I knew I must set him free
in the oceans where he belonged.
But my heart would break if I let him go.

The real monsters
came looking for him
with guns and there stun guns.
My best friend Dolores from work
phoned they were coming to search my place
I Got him to the harbour by the docks.
But they followed me

The car headlights blinded me
as they fired their weapons .
that when I had been hit
and fell to the ground.

My god lifted me
and dived into the deep waters
I was floating with him
in a lovers dance within the waters.

He was a god
and he healed my wounds
so I  could breathe as he did
under the waters.

Together we left the sadness
of this world and I followed him into his.

Dolores said later

did they fall in love and live happy ever after?
Are they together forever
Living in the domain of the sea.
I like to think so
but
Instead I call upon a poem
Written by lovers hundreds
of years ago.
it says more than my wishes
And defines clearly
What is  love
and the shape of water.

*Unable to perceive the shape of You,
I find You all around me.
Your presence fills my eyes
with Your love,
It humbles my heart,
For You are everywhere
Perhaps love is inside us
Perhaps we should treat our gods better
Jude
Jude kyrie Jan 2018
They say love at first sight
does not exist.
But…. it does …..it does….I know.

I think I was 18 at the time
It was 1990 in Mexico
At first she was only a picture on a poster.
I was learning Spanish
And the old movie theatre
in the small town
Was showing movies
of the golden era of Mexican films

On the billboard was her picture
I saw her for the first time
My young heart beat in my chest.
In. All my days I had never
Seen such a beautiful woman

Then I saw her movie
She filled the silver screen
Shining like the star she was.
I stayed and watched the movie again.
By the end of the night I was in love.
Indelibly connected to her.

Research showed me she was born
In 1902 reality told me she was 88
Still she would not leave my heart.
For the next year I watched every movie
She ever made again and again

I carried her picture by my heart
in my breast pocket.
Always so in love with her.
I tried dating other ladies
my own age they were lovely…
but. ….they were not her.

Then one day I read  small editorial
About her in a Spanish newspaper.
It spoke of her beauty and many movies
and her impact on the Mexican film.
It also said she lived a quiet life in the
country outside of Boston.

The old car I drove
all I could afford
on a Spanish teachers salary
It finally made it through
the fifteen hundred mile trip.
And I arrived at the tiny cottage
With Boston ivy growing on its facade.
The fall colors of new England
shone in the late autumn sunlight.

Suddenly there I was only
a few footsteps from the woman
I was helplessly in love with.
I knocked gently on the front door.
Then she opened it
she was young and beautiful

How  could this be.?
I stuttered nervously
I have been in love with you
for 10 years.
She looked at me unsure.
But I don't know you
she answered softly.

I carry your picture
close to my heart I said
shoeing her her perfect likeness.
She laughed
oh that is my grandmother.

She allowed me in
I met her at last.
She was still beautiful
Even  in the ravages of old age.
So regal and elegant.

I confessed my whole story to her
As I noticed her granddaughter
Observing me.

Two years later

We introduced the twins
to their great grandmother
She smiled and knew
that in some small way
She had starred
In her last romance
Love makes the w0rld go round
Jude
Jude kyrie Jan 2018
The south was dark and dangerous in. 1954
The **** called in the darkness
as fear hung from the night like spiders webs.

In the woodland by kitty Gains farm
alongside the perfume of corn and wheat
and the staccato chirping of hot august cicadas
stood the hemlock tree scared and black at its base
where its bark would never refresh its color
the hanging tree became the burning tree.

Molly Evans and her husband Abel arrived first.
The ten year old Chevy truck
pulled into the clearing
she held a basket
covered by a clean laundered tea towel.

Abel spread the old wool blanket
as she served his dinner fried chicken and corn.
With two cups of homemade lemonade.
The sun was low and the sky had a fire in it
as if by duty the mosquitos started to bite.

Abel slapped his arm
leaving a crushed insect and a patch of blood.
****** hitch he shouted
as Molly chastised him
language she churns God is listening.

Soon the field was full of vehicles a caddy a ford woody
trucks cars as big as football fields
nothing newer than 8 years old.
Men were drinking beer
ladies chatted of knitting and quilting
and harvest dancing socials.

It was then that jubels old beat up truck arrived.
In the back a ******* man
his hands tied behind his back
kneeling in the truck bed.
one eye closed and bruised
his face beaten ******.

The crowd fell to silence
yet an excitement filled the air it was palatable.
You could taste the bloodlust
as good as the fried chicken.

the ******* man had arms with muscles
. Like a football
he could carry huge sacks of produce all day never tiring.
But no more they would show
what happens to uppity blacks
that lust after white women.

He was accused by Lilly Taylor
of trying to **** her.
it was untrue he spurned her advances
he was married to Lisa his wife
and never ever did anything to her.
It was well known Lilly's husband
Seth drank moonshine until he could not walk
never mind fill his husbandry duties at home.

But lily was white and he was black in 1954
They watched as the truck parked
under the tall stout branches of the hemlock.
The rope hung down
and was measured his toes would tantalizingly
touch the ground as he choked on the noose.
it would keep him alive for minutes

****** don't get mercy here
they would know what to expect in this county.
The man who put the noose
Over his head was Marty Shue
the local bar owner
and his two assistants
were the the barber and the feed company owner.

Even the pillow cases they wore over their heads
with eye holes burned in them
could not hide their identities.
The barber poured a can of gasoline
over the black man
he begged don't burn my oh god no.

He had given up the hope of life
he was just  terrified of being burnt.
The begging went unheard
as the truck moved away slowly
the man fell from its bed
and dangled in the air
his toes dancing on the floor
gasping and choking for five minute.

then using his lighter
the feed company owner
Lit the black man.
He screeched an unholy sound
as the flames burnt him to death.

Across the hill in the shanty town
where the blacks lived.
the old lady looked at the lighted sky
in the trees

in her eyes a small boy
could see the flaming man
hanging burning dying.

Its your daddy son
he's at peace now let him be.
But the flames burned a memory
in his eyes.
and his mouth was dry tasting of death
and a new taste
that he had never felt before revenge.

1968
The boy was 24
a big man now
his arms strong muscular he stood 6ft 5
And 220 pounds

next to him in the old car
sat another black man slight and almost pretty
he has gay written all over him.
His relationship with Virgil was unknown.
just they were close
they were friends.

They arrived at Marty's bar
in the late afternoon
it was still a filthy relic of the postwar south.
The no ******* served sign
still hung faded and in defiance
to the new laws.

The light colored slight man
rattled the sticking door of the bar.
The three men were watching a wrestling match
on a beat up tv
Drinking beer.

He said to Marty I would like a beer please
You don't Get one in here boy
there's a black bar down the road a ways.
But I want one here he saId softly

Marty short of his usual millimeter of patience
picked up his huge louisville slugger bat
and said when I say go boy you ******* well go.
Hear me.

The feed store owner had a gun
hidden in his coat
the barber a long hunting knife in his belt.
The bat raised above his head
as Marty lurched forward

he tried to stop when he saw the glock
in the black man's hand.
it basted his kneecaps to pieces.
as Marty screeched as he hit the floor.

The feed company owner took the chance
to pull out his weapon a 45
he had had since a boy.
It never reached waist high
as the bullets blow his manhood away
and he cradled writhing on the floor

the barber tried to run for the door
but bullets blasted his feet
as the foot bones crumbled

Virgill came in he had a can of gasoline
drenching the men with it
they screamed don't burn us
why you doin this to us we are good men.

Do you remember August 28 1954
They went quiet
The ****** you hung and burned

Yes I am sorry Marty wept
I was young and stupid.

It was my daddy
said Virgil softly I see him every day.
He talked of the thin membrane that.
Separated the living and the dead

of the places where it was so thin
you could hear the demands of the dead
for forgiveness and love
and the loudest of all for justice.

I hear my daddy in my sleep
in my dreams in my soul.
The gas can was empty.

As he grew a cigarette on Marty
his body ablaze in the whoosh of the fire
then the other two .
The place was engulfed in screams and flames.

They drove slowly
within all speed limits
passing the state lines one by one.

They never found out
who murdered three men in Marty's bar.
They had no underworld connections
and all three were fine upstanding
members of the local church
and well respected
members of the community.
it was a mystery.

The end
History cannot be rewritten
It is what it is
Jude
Jude kyrie Jan 2018
Have you ever met anyone so beautiful
that they take your breath away.
I have.
It was my wife

Itwas not always like that.
We had two kids,
teenagers.
She had not been intimate
with me for two years.
Men are weak
we need to be needed,
right?
I sat across the room
from her and said
I want a divorce.

She looked at me
and shook her head.

I had spent my life
in real estate
sell sell sell
we were rich.
In money that is
but not in love.

Is there something else
you need to tell me,she said.
I lied and said said no nothing.
Do you have her number?
she whispered.

I gave her my phone
she looked at the busy calls
and pressed send

a lady answered.
She whispered to her
I forgive you
you are lonely.
But I hope you find someone
to replace your broken heart.
but not my husband.

Then she turned to me and said
You can leave
is that what you want?
I said softly I want you,
But you. Don't want me.

I got the second chance
I did not deserve.
But she did not want diamonds
or furs or money
she wanted my soul.
that stuff was too easy.

I had to work with her
at the homeless soup kitchen.
I said I can't
I have a deal closing tonight
,she did not care.

The lost souls came in
one by one.
She lifted stew
onto their plates.
And said to them
what's your name
Welcome
to our small dinner party.

I was made to wash
serve and clean
up day after day

Then one day a lady.
Came in she was desolate
She passed out from hunger
before she was served.
I held her.
And fed her soup
until she came around.
Then I drove home
and gave her blankets and food.

That night my wife came to me
she said that was ****
what you did tonight.
She held my hand
and led me to her bed
a place I had not
Seen for two years.

She kissed me
and it was as the first time.
I fell in love with her again.
No that's not true
I was already in love with her
just not worthy of her.

It got better
We were close.
There's nothing like your first love
you know.
Everyone knows that.

It was five years later the visit
of the crab sign took her.
She left me desolate.
She said its ok
you can have her now
I want you to be happy..

I kissed her softly
my tears flowed.
I only ever wanted you honey
Only you.

I sold the big place
I got an apartment now.
And I am spending
my life at the kitchen.

And some nights
When the street lamps are dim
And the sky is full of stars.
I see one pass by
Shooting into oblivion.
Far from the the night
in a line of curving light.

And I know God loves his stars
And he will keep them
safe in his world.

And she will will take the hand
Of some lost soul and say.
See the beautiful star honey
everything shines up here
Sometimes the brightest of the stars are not in the sky
Jude ***
Jude kyrie Dec 2017
The Single Prince------  a fairy tale for adults ---By Jude Kyrie

He was handsome to the extreme.
Definite movie star looks
if movies had been invented
back all those centuries ago.

She was the most beautiful princess
in all the kingdom.
He could not think of anything
but to make her his bride.
So he set forth on his quest of the heart.

But when he rode up to her castle
through the haunted forest of whispers.
across the river of doom
and the desert of the dragons.
he arrived at her door
and proposed marriage to her

she said
No way!Apparently, she hated men
and in fact, had a strong penchant
for girls herself.

Not one to dwell on the mysteries
of a woman's heart, the prince said
fucketh her.
And turned to a life of bachelorhood.
He bought a Harley Chopper
Dated pretty cheerleaders
and slim models with full bosoms.

and never once caught his wife
in bed with  some guy
when he got home unexpectedly

He took up hunting and fishing with his buddies.
raced sports cars at high speed.
spending lonely nights at ***** bars
drinking double malt whiskey
and the finest flagons of ale.

he never heard of *******
or a ******* honey-do list.
Nor did he ever get hit for
child support or alimony.
He kept his castle
and his beloved gun collection

and lived on a diet of fried food
bacon and eggs with sausages and beans
snacking on potato chips.
a diet that caused him to
blow enormous loud farts
which made him a legend
amongst his cronies.
who all thought he was as cool as hell.

He had loads of money in the bank
And not once in his life
did he ever put the toilet seat down.

And he lived
happily ever after
The End
Happy New Year
Goodnight Children
sleep sweetly
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