A schoolmasters life ..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 its such a shame.

As the light faded into my eyes.
I whispered.
but that's not true
I had a thousand children
And they were all boys.

THE Lady on the  Train.... A Romantic Love Story

1945 in postwar England.

The endless war was over.
We were all returning to the new normal.
That is if anything could ever be normal again.
The train trundled along the British countryside
The towns, the counties, passing slowly by.
Rows of houses, country farms, peace and tranquility once more.
The edge of Scotland ahhh! Scotland.

We Passed the cities into the Highlands
where pristine lochs sparkled in the rare northern sunshine.
She got onto the train at Inverness.
A change of vehicle descending south.
To a London, I did not want ever to see again.

I was reading my book on the armies of Rome in England.
She took a sandwich out of her oversized purse.
would you like one she asked softly.?
I was famished normal protocol a polite no.
But my hunger screamed even louder than my reticence
yes, that would be lovely.
Thank you so much.

The food trolley arrived I ordered two cups of watery after war coffee
and two custard tarts.
I showed her Hadrians wall
as we passed it.
The city of York which had been the center of the British civil war
Cavaliers and roundheads and all that.
I guess by now she knew I was a terminal bore.
But she did not seem to mind.

She smiled and laughed dutifully at my jokes.
What she did not know
By the time we reached Crewe
I was in love with her.
Obviously a woman as beautiful as her.
Would have no interest in such a stogie
old Bachelor schoolmaster like me.

I had no skills in alluring the fairer ***.
Only Shakespeare Plato Descartes.
But as the train pulled into Euston
dust from the coal-fired engines entered
a piece of soot into my eye
From the open window of the carriage

She came to my aid taking the dust from my eye with the rolled corner of her handkerchief. The pain immediately subsided. And then she kissed my lips softly yet firmly.
I have never kissed a man unintroduced she whispered.
But I do not want to wait for you
you are very shy.

2006
The snow fell on Greyfriars school early that winter
We had retired to the headmaster's quarters which would be ours for the rest of our days.
I remember the train, my love.
She whispered
her beautiful gray eyes still as young as the springtime.
You gave me half your ham sandwich
my love I answered weakly.
Then at Euston, you kissed me first.
Like this, she said her familiar sweet.lips reached mine.
That's because I found the man that I wanted for my life partner she purred.
My last vision in this world was her beautiful face.
The light faded in my eyes for the last time.
She melted into oblivion.

I was on a train alone again like so long ago.
The British rail trolley came
I bought two weak watery coffees and two custard tarts.
Keep riding, sir be patient
the tea lady's voice said kindly.
She will be with us soon, at Inverness

It has been many faded years since I lost you.
Yet the memories of you are indelible.
I know we are 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
One day fall back to earth.
Knowing all of 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

In the winter night 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

When the colors fall

In the night
the colors fall
From a clouded sky
comes midnight blue.

From the shadows
Whispers call me.
I know the voice is you.

In the silence
the music plays.
Memories dance
To a romantic tune
That comes from
Once  happier days

In the light
The colors fall.
From a morning sky
comes lighter blue

In my heart
the colors fall.
Each time
I think of you.

There are
many colors there
of every shade and hue.
But the only one that
I can see is Blue

The portrait.

1926 London

He was poor.
who needed a starving artist in this cold winter..
Spending his last few shillings
he bought a ticket to the play.
It was at the London hippodrome.
Staring Miss Abigail Kendrick.

He had read of her
in a theatre magazine
in the little country hamlet
that he had spent his whole life.

In the theatre she shone like the star she was.
Even when the spotlights faded
All that he could see
was the beautiful color
of her turquoise eyes.

In the second act
he was in love with her.
By the end of the play
he was besotted.

He went back to his tiny room
By not eating
he bought the paints and canvas.
Carefully mixing his colors
on the pallet.

he found the exact hue he sought.
The perfect turquoise of her eyes.
When it was completed
he thought it to be the pinnacle
of his work thus far in his life.

After the next show was over
he waited outside
by  the theatre stage door.
Several Hours later
she appeared dressed beautifully

He stepped forward into the gaslight
from the flickering streetlamp.
You are the most beautiful creature
in gods creation he uttered.
I am in love with you
so much in love.

He passed the small painting to her.
And she took it from him.
It's ...it's.. so beautiful she whispered.
Not as beautiful as you milady

She kept the painting
for her whole life.
Always in a predominant position
in her stage dressing room.
She heard the artist had died
a few weeks later
after he gave her her picture.

2017
The young woman entered
.the old building in London.
Her great great grandmother
had passed on
she was left all of her possessions.
She was over 100 years old when she died
and the girl knew there
would not be much of earthly value.

But it was her duty to clear her apartment.
She saw the programs of the the plays
her great grandmother had been in.

Then she saw the painting
on her old mantle shelf.
It was so beautiful
a portrait
of her great great  grandmother
in her maytime.

The eyes were dancing in the light
even now so turquoise
She had been a great beauty.
She looked at the name
of the artist in bottom corner.
It was signed.
With all my heart and love
Roger Donovan

Her heart stood still for a moment.
She had to call her own artist man
who had stolen her heart forever.

She. Pressed his name in her contact. List
Her cell phone sent the call.
The receptionist
at the art gallery answered.
Can I speak
with James Donovan please.

He answered the phone
and said darling I have just completed
your portrait it is the best work
I have ever done.
I truly believe
I have the exact hue
of your beautiful turquoise eyes.

THE Ghost OF Christmas Future..
A Romantic Poem OF Renewal
At  Chistmas
by Jude kyrie

*The winter fell from eternity that year.
Perhaps it had hidden there forever.
But now it filled snowflakes with the light
of old  street lamps.

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

The loss of  a Christmas past can
fall like the snowflakes..
Hardly noticeable at first.
Then a dusting falling onto the face
living as  frozen tears

Put away in the freezer of time.
The ice crystals cannot
live in the warmth of this season
They are frozen as cold as ice.
Upon  the cheeks of old Christmas past.

Misty memories come alive
Wounds open again and blood flows.
The hurt returns.
They say  time is the healer
It patches the wounds.

But scars live forever.
And she is here now.
not to replace her
or take away what she was.
but to take what is
left of me
and shine it like old silver.

in the festive restaurant.
Her smile a cure for sadness.
Her hand a guiding light
Her heart glowing
like the yulelog in thefireplace

Then from the candlelight,
the cure
The one waited for In an eternity of sadness.
The future ghost of Christmas
Was in the candlelight that danced
Inside her beautiful eyes

The Wedding Gown

In my closet dark and deep
My wedding gown 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 my old dreams in silent jars.

Just like our marriage
and the kids it has born
well used
well seasoned
well cherished
yet never torn.

How graceful you are,
polishing the old silver of our life.
leaving your lavender scent upon pillows
Dreams hiding behind those beautiful 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


With loving style and grace
Embracing our span of days.
Ever steady against the flowing years
My safe harbor  
My anchor  
My guiding light

Beautiful Dreamer
by Jude Kyrie

In resting pose she sleeps in innocence
Under pillowed clouds and songbirds fold
Soft light pours upon her in vaulted reverence
her sweet face framed by hair of gold

At night the silvered shadows fall
In shrouded silence, she does not hear
The saddened night-birds call
Or the distant heartbeats of those so dear

Amber sunsets fall upon her, till
Darkness breaks with moonlight cheer
Lost in slumber deep and still
Safe from anguish and earthly fear

Crimson Forest weeping autumns sound
Like a rain of fire the falling leaves
A floral carpet upon the ground
the last light of summer now deceives

In her gentle breeze the summer leaves
I stand alone in my seclusion
My heart cannot ease the loss it grieves
Was summer just a sad illusion

In visions dark the shadow leaves
To mourn the beauty once adorned
To lie in rest beneath the leaves
Grieving warmth of a summer scorned

I am sitting writing poems to you
on the dark side of the moon
The quietness is a muse to me
But I will come back to you soon

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

Looking down upon the earth below
just a spinning speck in the sky
Then I see our tiny house
Where we will live until we die

Together we live our tiny life
But we are happy you and I.
Out here all the spangled stars
are so lonesome it makes me cry

But we are man and wife
Two little specks that love
And the warmth of you fills my heart
Even from so 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
and see your face.

RAINY DAY PEOPLE

*Do you remember my darling
we were just children,
it was so long ago.
We played in the summer rain.
Dancing in puddles.
Splashing in colored rubber boots.

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 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's rained all day.

Take me outside you whispered.
Dance with me in the rain
just one more time.
I carried you to the garden
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 DAY PEOPLE

*Do you remember my darling
we were just children,
it was so long ago.
We played in the summer rain.
Dancing in puddles.
Splashing in colored rubber boots.

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 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's rained all day.

Take me outside you whispered.
Dance with me in the rain
just one more time.
I carried you to the garden
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 DAY PEOPLE

*Do you remember my darling
we were just children,
it was so long ago.
We played in the summer rain.
Dancing in puddles.
Splashing in colored rubber boots.

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 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's rained all day.

Take me outside you whispered.
Dance with me in the rain
just one more time.
I carried you to the garden
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 DAY PEOPLE

*Do you remember my darling
we were just children,
it was so long ago.
We played in the summer rain.
Dancing in puddles.
Splashing in colored rubber boots.

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 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's rained all day.

Take me outside you whispered.
Dance with me in the rain
just one more time.
I carried you to the garden
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 DAY PEOPLE

*Do you remember my darling
we were just children,
it was so long ago.
We played in the summer rain.
Dancing in puddles.
Splashing in colored rubber boots.

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 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's rained all day.

Take me outside you whispered.
Dance with me in the rain
just one more time.
I carried you to the garden
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.

A Manchester Man by Jude Kyrie
(For a sadness beyond grief)

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
Its veins are titanium its blood molten steel
Heritage lives here in smokey days.
But we are all one family in every way.

Send us your cowards and misguided creeps.
We will drag their bodies in our cobbled streets.
In cowardly hiding, you **** our offspring
But in god's eyes, their souls will sing

As strong as the history in our brass bands.
We live in the heart of our god's safe hands
So try to quell us like others have tried
And look at the books and see how they died.

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.


(rest sweetly my children)








Poem by William Blake

A Manchester Man by Jude Kyrie
(For a sadness beyond grief)

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
Its veins are titanium its blood molten steel
Heritage lives here in smokey days.
But we are all one family in every way.

Send us your cowards and misguided creeps.
We will drag their bodies in our cobbled streets.
In cowardly hiding, you **** our offspring
But in god's eyes, their souls will sing

As strong as the history in our brass bands.
We live in the heart of our god's safe hands
So try to quell us like others have tried
And look at the books and see how they died.

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.


(rest sweetly my children)








Poem by William Blake

A Manchester Man by Jude Kyrie
(For a sadness beyond grief)

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
Its veins are titanium its blood molten steel
Heritage lives here in smokey days.
But we are all one family in every way.

Send us your cowards and misguided creeps.
We will drag their bodies in our cobbled streets.
In cowardly hiding, you **** our offspring
But in god's eyes, their souls will sing

As strong as the history in our brass bands.
We live in the heart of our god's safe hands
So try to quell us like others have tried
And look at the books and see how they died.

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.


(rest sweetly my children)








Poem by William Blake

A Manchester Man by Jude Kyrie
(For a sadness beyond grief)

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
Its veins are titanium its blood molten steel
Heritage lives here in smokey days.
But we are all one family in every way.

Send us your cowards and misguided creeps.
We will drag their bodies in our cobbled streets.
In cowardly hiding, you **** our offspring
But in god's eyes, their souls will sing

As strong as the history in our brass bands.
We live in the heart of our god's safe hands
So try to quell us like others have tried
And look at the books and see how they died.

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.


(rest sweetly my children)








Poem by William Blake

A Manchester Man by Jude Kyrie
(For a sadness beyond grief)

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
Its veins are titanium its blood molten steel
Heritage lives here in smokey days.
But we are all one family in every way.

Send us your cowards and misguided creeps.
We will drag their bodies in our cobbled streets.
In cowardly hiding, you **** our offspring
But in god's eyes, their souls will sing

As strong as the history in our brass bands.
We live in the heart of our god's safe hands
So try to quell us like others have tried
And look at the books and see how they died.

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.


(rest sweetly my children)








Poem by William Blake

A Manchester Man by Jude Kyrie
(For a sadness beyond grief)

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
Its veins are titanium its blood molten steel
Heritage lives here in smokey days.
But we are all one family in every way.

Send us your cowards and misguided creeps.
We will drag their bodies in our cobbled streets.
In cowardly hiding, you **** our offspring
But in god's eyes, their souls will sing

As strong as the history in our brass bands.
We live in the heart of our god's safe hands
So try to quell us like others have tried
And look at the books and see how they died.

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.


(rest sweetly my children)








Poem by William Blake

A Manchester Man by Jude Kyrie
(For a sadness beyond grief)

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
Its veins are titanium its blood molten steel
Heritage lives here in smokey days.
But we are all one family in every way.

Send us your cowards and misguided creeps.
We will drag their bodies in our cobbled streets.
In cowardly hiding, you **** our offspring
But in god's eyes, their souls will sing

As strong as the history in our brass bands.
We live in the heart of our god's safe hands
So try to quell us like others have tried
And look at the books and see how they died.

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.


(rest sweetly my children)








Poem by William Blake

A Manchester Man by Jude Kyrie
(For a sadness beyond grief)

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
Its veins are titanium its blood molten steel
Heritage lives here in smokey days.
But we are all one family in every way.

Send us your cowards and misguided creeps.
We will drag their bodies in our cobbled streets.
In cowardly hiding, you **** our offspring
But in god's eyes, their souls will sing

As strong as the history in our brass bands.
We live in the heart of our god's safe hands
So try to quell us like others have tried
And look at the books and see how they died.

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.


(rest sweetly my children)








Poem by William Blake

Your eyes as green as the emerald forest.
Smile dreams of firelight in a burning autumn sky.
the trees resonate the ancient mantras of time past
Cooling winds fed by milky moonlight foretell seasons.

Golden leaves float in the thin air drifting like ghost
The reflecting golden wavelets on the pond
See a rising mist of summers breath cover them.
And the rush of autumn
stirs my hair like a mother's touch.

There is a change to rhythm of the light
Is it something about the leaves?
Changing from green to golden red
Or a pencil line of black
edging the flowers petals.

The untimely change of a break
In the summer weather chilling winds
Frosted air bringing lace curtain
Crystals to the kitchen windows.
You had been as frosty to me of late.

I have craved warmth to the point
of leaving you like the summer
was leaving..
But I walked into the kitchen
And you smiled at me at last.

Lifting me up your arms
Light as the laced frost.
Holding onto me as tight as the
tangled clematis in our garden.
And the prosody of emotions
Colored like a kaleidoscope.

At last, I thought
Poetry that I can understand.

Morning Has Broken
By
Jude Kyrie
Morning has broken

Stumbling half asleep I pour my morning coffee.
The boost jolts me awake as always.
Our house is getting worn out.
The scratches on the wooden floor.
The cracked window pane from the kids.
The paint with crayon drawings from a baby.

Even my coffee cup that I  have  
used a thousand times
Has a chip in the rim.
Like all of us do now after all this time
We have familiar chips inside us.

Flaws that we do nothing about.
Wearing our imperfections like
A comfortable old Sunday sweater.
Letting them all survive even if damaged
and imperfect.

Looking outside into the new morning
The rain is falling from dreary clouds.
It is settling in for a gloomy day.
And I find the chair with the ricketty leg  
That wobbles when I move.

Then I take a long deep breath  
It is  the only me time  
I will get this day.
It is the warmest thought of the day.
It dances like mirror ball lights
Inside my chipped heart.
It smooths all the wrinkles and
chips inside our life.

And funnily enough  
All I can think about is you.

Lost at sea
by
Jude Kyrie

I need to return to the sea.
where life began for all and me.
Where teaming pools of fishes feed
And she swallows the lost with infinite greed

And though my ship may go down
I shall never drown.
For the oceans where I am meant to be
on my mother's *****
in the depths of the sea.

If you go away as I know you will.
Go 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 cry goodbye.

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

If you go away.........

If you go away..........

If you go away..........

Touch me forever
BY
Jude Kyrie

Touch me wth your music
Touch me with your glove
Kiss me with your with your passion
But touch me with your love

Bring to me your sunlight
When there is no moon above
Touch me with your heart light  
But touch me with your love

Bring to me safe places
when the panic holds me tight
Be my nightingale in moonlight
When dark clouds are up above
But touch me with your love

when the lights go out forever
And you see an empty chair
Look into the mirror
You will see me looking there

Look into the starlight
In the heavens up above
And there up in the blue light
Touch me once more with your love

A Love Poem In only !1 words
By
Jude Kyrie

*You take my breath away.
For you
the moon and stars

Anthem
By
Jude Kyrie

Take me back to where I belong
With a heart of joy and a soul of song.
Sing youths anthem from up on high
Let youthful passions rise and fly

On mountains peaks let eagles cry
Let young star-crossed lovers woo and sigh
Bring me back my departed friends.
In a place where sunlight never ends

There is a tiny hole in everything
It's where the darkness ends and light begins.
Bring me peace with fragrant springs
Let the light shine out from everything.

Seeking Me

When you look at me my love
What do you really see?
The ashes of a lost soul.
I have no Phoenix to rise in me.
Only a slow burning candle
That one day will extinguish
without notice.

When you touch me
What do you really feel.?
I am like ice, so cold inside.
I need to melt in the sunlight
I want to let in your warmth.
Before old age will
extinguish my light.
To find out who I am.
Fill me with creativity
once again.

When we talk my love
What do you really hear?
The musings of a wannabe poet
Pouring mediocrity from
A faded lexicon.

Why do you still support me?
A man who is calling  
for the candle to burn and release him.
A boy still afraid of the darkness.
A man-child needing your softness.
Still seeking myself after forever.

My dear Lord,
Oh God
If you can still find me.
In your deserts of the sands of time.
Where I am but a grain of sand.
If I am not one of your lost souls .
Take me to a place where I can see.
A mountain top, a clear sky, an eternity.
And fill my soul with all that is you.
And in the strongest holy truth.
Tell me who I am*.

Agnostic's prayer
By
Jude Kyrie

Let there be orchards
In summer ripe days

Let there be Christmas
And first of Mays

Let there be children singing
In heavenly choirs.

Let there be snowfall
With warm cozy fires

Let there be hopscotch
And childish games

Let there be holidays
With different names

Let there be family
With comforting beds

Let there be mother's
To kiss children's heads

Let there be peaceful
long summer nights

Let there be moonlight
So clear and so bright

Let there be dark skies
With a billion bright stars

Let there be love
As each new day starts.

To be read aloud
To any God you believe in
Jude

Friedrich Claus Owner at Self-Employed
All copyright belongs above


Tax his land, tax his wage,
Tax his bed in which he lays.
Tax his tractor, tax his mule,
Teach him taxes is the rule.
Tax his cow, tax his goat,
Tax his pants, tax his coat.
Tax his ties, tax his shirts,
Tax his work, tax his dirt.

Tax his chew, tax his smoke,
Teach him taxes are no joke.
Tax his car, tax his grass,
Tax the roads he must pass.

Tax his food, tax his drink,
Tax him if he tries to think.
Tax his sodas, tax his beers,
If he cries, tax his tears.

Tax his bills, tax his gas,
Tax his notes, tax his cash.
Tax him good and let him know
That after taxes, he has no dough.

If he hollers, tax him more,
Tax him until he’s good and sore.
Tax his coffin, tax his grave,
Tax the sod in which he lays.

Put these words upon his tomb,
“Taxes drove me to my doom!”
And when he’s gone, we won’t relax,
We’ll still be after the inheritance tax.

Borne of the waters
By

Jude Kyrie

Even before I existed
I was part of the ancient seas.
That primordial mix
Salty and teaming
with the origins of all life.

Now after countless eons have passed.
I walk outside of its briny boundaries.
My feet still pulled by it's presence
Pulling me to it farthest depths.
As I step into the edges
of its wet sand.
I hear her whisper
in salted winds.

Come back to me,
Come back my child
to your mother.
You are mine
and I am yours.

I belong to the sea
She is my blood.
The wavelets
are my heartbeat.
The seagrass my veins.

Nothing ever ends.
come back to us.
the gulls cry from above.
Only new beginnings exist
Only new life.

You belong to me
She pulses
from her mighty depths.
I am your eternal mother.

Breathe your air
Sing in the sunlight of earth.
But return to me.
Remember my son
You belong to the sea

Ma'am
A Nuns Story
By
Jude  Kyrie
Ma’am
By |Jude Kyrie

I remember the first time I met her
It was at the orphanage.
So many many years ago
I was going through rehabilitation
after running away again
for what turned out to be last of many times
I was a life that's for certain.
Who wants to adopt fourteen-year-old boys?
Apparently no one.
She was assigned as my counselor
I don't think I have ever seen anyone as beautiful as her.
before or since.
Her lovely angelic face.
Oh! and her smile, it was like sunshine.
Unsure of how to address a Nun
I always called her Ma’am.
She did not seem to mind.
Her heart was full of kindness I was hooked.
I think that was when I realized she was the only friend I had.
What I did not know was I was falling in love with her.
That confusing rite of passage
from Boyhood to Manhood left me dazed and confused.
Or perhaps I just needed someone of my own to love.
I have never seen as much kindness before or since.
It flowed from her like golden honey.

She stopped me from running away again,
and taught me how to read books, great books, by important authors.
To learn poetry and to talk about its meaning.
At this point I knew for sure I loved her.
She took me to the mission where the homeless lived
and we served in the free kitchen.
I would have followed her to the moon or anywhere.

She was relocated after a couple of years.
To a mission in Africa.
I was desolate.
Begging to go with her.
I even asked her to marry me.
She smiled and said if she was free
she would marry me in a heartbeat.
But she explained gently to my young
heart. that she was already married to her faith.
Showing me her gold ring.
She whispered see I am a bride of Christ.

She died a few years later
her letters stopped coming
It was a bout of malaria that took her.
Now when I feel alone or sad.
I open an old shoe box the only thing
that I kept from the orphanage.
And I re-read her stacks of letters.
one by one.
Always in the order that she sent them to me.
you know for a moment
the world becomes sweeter.
And as usual
I feel warm and safe again.

A Love poem to his lady
from a man's man.
Jude Kyrie

There's a songbird in my heart.
No one knows she is there.
She is beautiful and so delicate.
I can hear her singing sometimes.
She wants to come out of me
To let everyone see and hear her.
But I keep her imprisoned,

She is my private songbird.
|If I let others see her
I would lose respect and power.
I would lose deals.

People can see only
the worldly tough old me.
The one who doesn't
take wooden nickels.
The one who never cries.
The one with a
Missouri, show me, attitude.

But then sometimes
When the night is blue and long
And in the quiet, you are lay by me,
So beautiful And full of softness.
The moonlight framing your lovely face
I let her out
Just for you to hear her.
She changes the glow of the starlight
that outlines your body
and frames your hair like a halo.
She softens my voice
Almost to a whisper,
I say things to you that
I would never say
I whisper stupid things.
That the tough old me
would never say.

Like you are
the most beautiful thing in my life.
And I love you beyond life honey.
Tears of happiness well in my eyes
She makes me so gentle and loving.
It must be some kind of songbird trick

But then as the morning dawns sunlight
into our bedroom window.
I put my songbird in her cage again.
And get ready to face
the garish rude world
for just one more day.

adrift at sea

Jude Kyrie

my poetry has become
a seagulls cry.
my soul is 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.

Infidelity Is Fatal
A short story
With a twist
By
Jude Kyrie

Henry knew she was cheating on him.
No specific proof but he got that bitter feeling in his gut,
you know the kind that's always right.
Little things bothered him.
Like Meg not getting home until 6:45 when she finished work at 5 pm.
What was happening with the missing hour
that she should have been home.
Probably ******* some lover somewhere.
She always said oh I called in at the Mall
or ran into Betty her best friend
and stopped at Louie's Bar
for a glass of chablis.

The other thing was the phone calls.
She would put the phone down as soon as he came in the room.
Redial gave no answer at all but that was just a signal
he had read about lovers morse code
Let it ring three times to answer
or wait for the second and third call.
Yes for sure she was ******* someone.

No wonder Meg was stunning at thirty-five
her figure was great she spoke softly and was kind.
The first to offer her help to any worthy cause.
Decorated the church at Christmas and Easter.
She was a beautiful woman.
And some ***** was trying to take her away from him.

The final straw was the trip to LA she said she had to go there
for a meeting but LA was not in her territory.
Henry forbade her to go
but she got angry for the first time in twelve years of marriage
and told him to mind his own ******* business.
Jesus, she never swore.
For sure her lover would be with her
making a patsy of Henry with
Meg moaning ******* in the hotel bed

Then the doozy
he found the gold cufflinks with a small diamond in.|
He knew they were not for him
he never wore cufflinks in his life except on his wedding day.
He did not even own a shirt with a folded french cuff.
Yep, it was a gift for lover boy.

The phone rang it was seven o'clock it was Meg.
Hi Honey, I am going to be really late
I was at the mall and met the Bryants
we are going for a drink want to join us.

He had herNo I am meeting up with David
Evans for a poker game I will be late too he lied.
He knew for certain she was with lover boy at some ****** hotel
He probably had her down to her Bra and ******* right now.
The rage screamed in henry's chest.

The phone rang again
It was actually David Evans his best buddy.
He told him the full story about Meg
and her lover leaving out no detail
David felt he was losing it
Look, Henry.
Megs loves you she's as straight as an arrow,
You are just worrying about nothing.
Meg would never ever cheat on you buddy.
Then he told him about the cuff links
They were hidden in her ***** draw.
He had found them in his search for evidence.
He said silly they are probably a Christmas present for you.
No way, said Henry.
No way. I don't use Cufflinks.

David was worried Henry sounded like he had lost the plot
Look, Henry, I am coming over let's set up a game of pool
Get your good scotch out Buddy.

Henry put the receiver in its cradle|>
Then he went to the desk in his Den
in the locked drawer he pulled out a smith and wesson.45
And slid in in his belt.
It took him three hotels to find her
Her BMW that he bought her
was parked in the back of the carpark
Meg was in it as was a man was in the passenger seat.
He crept closer it Sam Bryant
Megs best friends husband

He was a homely fat **** with a big gut.
What the **** could she see in that loser?

He must have a **** like a ******* horse thought Henry.
But he tapped on the window with his gun
Meg saw him a shocked look on her face Henry what are you doing?.
Don't pretend you don't know you cheating ***** he yelled.
Put the gun down Henry for god's sake.
They ran away to the hotel bar and henry followed them in
He caught up to them and pulled his gun out pointing it a Sam's head
What the **** do you cheat on me with this fat ***** for?
I had a dog that was not as ugly as him
and I shaved its ***
and made it walk backward cried, Henry.
What do you mean said, Meg?
You think Sam and Me are having an affair, Henry?
She almost laughed.
But she was cool really cool.
It"s obvious, the ******* cufflinks.|
They are for you at Christmas.
you been in my drawers again Henry?

Well, Sam, you get ready to pay for your sins he said.
he lifted the gun into sam's face.
A woman screamed from the door
Henry, please don't hurt my husband, we got kids.
It was Betty sams wife.

I told you we were going for drinks henry said Meg
Put the gun down.
I even asked you to join us remember?

The door opened again two policemen with revolvers drawn
pointing at henry one shouted drop the weapon NOW!
Henry turned to face them
his gun pointed in their direction.
Then six shots from the police revolvers
blasted Henry into eternity.
He lay dead upon the floor.
mEg knelt by his body weeping.

The funeral went by quietly
only a few people attended.
Henry was regarded a bad news in this town.

It turned out the gun in Henry's hand
could not have fired anyway.
The firing pin was removed

A month later

The gossip column in the local rag had a story

Meg Williams and David Evans
Are pleased to announce their marriage
At the St Jude’s Church of Salvation.
Ms.Williams is an investment adviser
and widow of Henry Williams.
The wedding is on Saturday the 9th of February
The couple will be honeymooning in LA
Where the bride said they shared
their first romantic moments together

The only hole in Meg's story was fixed later.
She placed the shirt with french cuffs in her closet.
Wrapped in pretty Christmas paper with a note.
To Henry with all my love.
Meg

It was not needed
But God knows who Henry had blabbed
the cuff links story too.
Better to be safe than sorry
Smiled Meg
As she dropped the firing pin
of a Smith and Wesson .45 revolver
Into the drain twenty miles from her home.

The End

The good girl
Short story with a twist
By
Jude Kyrie

*Randy Evans was the ultimate family man at least in his own mind.
He had married Eva 18 years ago. He consumated their marriage on the wedding night.
This was the decent and proper way he mused.
He loved his daughter Janie now 16 with all his heart.
He brought her up to be the kind of woman he regarded as proper no friends without his approval of them and their parents.
Certainly no boy friends allowed at all.
She kept an A average at school and never gave them an ounce of trouble.
He hardly ever had to use his belt on her these days just a look would be enough to keep her in line.
Although the odd strapping did her no harm at all
It never hurt him in the long run when he father used it on him.
Yes he was the complete family man.and good father.

Janie came home and asked her father if she could sign up for the school trip to Washington it was three nights away from home.
Randy immediately said no those kids drink and smoke dope no way you can go.
You are a decent girl.
Yes Daddy said Janie not a inch f disagreement in her manner.
She had no intention of getting her bottom belted again.
Now help your mother prepare dinner Janie
She stood in front of the kitchen window looking into the  back yard edged by a wooded area.
Randy had moved them to the country away from the filthy inner city full of drugs and violence.
She was sobbing at the sink
What's up asked Randy is it because you can't go on the school trip?
No daddy I don't care about the trip he's back out there again I thought he was in the mental home.
He was four weeks ago well he's out there again daddy
Just staring at me like before.
Randy looked at the boy he was mentally challenged and had taken to stalking Janie.
Randy took his hunting rifle and went to the boy
Get away he yelled go home
and never come back or I will **** you with this ******* rifle you hear.
He was shouting a the top of his voice.the neighbors lights went on faces at the window.
He repeated I will I'll you get it?
But I love her sir she is my soulmate
the young disturbed boy whispered softly.
She loves me and I am going to marry her.
Randy fired a warning shot into the air.
The boy ran away into the woods.
Randy persuade him.
He lost him in the woodlands

He called Sheriff Black a  big man
Told him of the stalking it's back he cried.
Yep they said he was not dangerous the shrinks.
He said listen no more guns you hear that's my job.
I don't want to arrest you for criminal violence.

The next day Randy got home the women were crying
What's happening he shouted.
Someone broke in and ransacked Janie's bedroom
My ******* are missing and my bras.
Randy was beside himself
He went to the boys house his parents opened the door he just past them
Where is he that ******* ***** of a son of yours.
He's out the place was a disaster *****  washing and dishes all over the kitchen
Maids day off said Randy
Where's his ******* room.
Oh don't go there he will get mad with us please don't.
He pushed past her and saw his bedroom draw
It was locked Randy booted it open in contrast to the house it was organised spotlessly cleaned and neat.
A hospital made bed and neat closet all over the walls were pictures of Janie
She was naked in her bedroom her breast Photoshopped and enlarged
On the bed was was her bra and ******* laid out with a picture of her naked next to them
Alongside the bed the garbage pail was full of tissues he knew exactly what he had done
He's bashing the bishop watching her picture and undergarments.
Randy yelled I will  **** him I will  **** the ******* perv.
Rushing through the door he screamed threats all the way to his truck.
Then knocking the gatepost over and spilling the garbage cans he tore off leaving rubber marks on the tarmac.

He could not find him and returned home at midnight.
Sheriff Black was waiting
Where you been he said I was after that ******* kid
Did you get to him.
No I couldn't find him
He's dead beaten to death with a baseball bat with your name on it.
But I didn't do it.
The cuffs slipped on Randy's wrist.
The court case lasted two days
The jury was out in fifteen minutes.
Guilty of first degree ******
The witnesses telling of the threats to **** the boy the rifle discharge
The broken door of his bedroom the raging outburst leaving his home.
He go life without parole.

The TV in the prison was set to the news
He sat in the waiting room Janie was being interviewed by a lipstick covered reporter.
You have been through a terrible ordeal Janie
Yes but it's over now I am OK
What are your plans honey
Well I am going to Washington next week with my boyfriend and school friends for four days.
I am going shopping for new underwear mine was stolen.

He got it
He ******* well got it
It was Janie the little *****
He would tell her mother to get the ******* strap to work on her bare ***.
The penny dropped
She had given the slow boy her ******* and bra herself.
He thought she loved him.
The photos were hers she had taken them.
she had given them to him
The boy was a pawn
He was in love with her
He was just acting like any infatuated teenager.
And he was a ******* Patsy.

Janie fastened her new lacy bra it showed her beautiful breast off
Particularly with the **** low cut clinging shirt
Her boyfriend was going to love it.

+She was sick that I knew
Being caught between boyhood and manhood did not make me blind.
They cut my hair off tonight honey
It's ok mom you are still the most beautiful woman in the world.
You are such a charmer honey
The girls are going to love you.
I only want you to love me mom
Only you.
Everyone noticed I could not sleep anymore
Want to talk about anything the school nurse said.
No maam I said.
Then the nightmares
The tree huge and everlasting tree outside my bedroom window.
It walked when I fell asleep
It's fingers like twigs pulled me from my bed
It lifted me to its roaring mouth.
Fires glowed within
I am not afraid I said
But I just don't know how  much I was afraid.
You are going to share your deepest
Fears it roared.
But still I kept silent not showing him anything.
No fwar.

.Mom I need to sleep with you
I take her her meds
Just for five minutes honey
I feel so sick sweetie
Your Ok mom
You will get better
Your hair will.
Grow again.
Call your dad yes in LA
I know with the sister I never met
And the lady I dont want to know
Shssssss it's OK
I'll
Then he came again made of roots and leaves and twigs
He picked me up like a Bird in the next

Tell me your truth he roared
I have none I wailed.
But I did.....I did

Grandma called she was as cold as ice
Some things never change.
You need to come to my place she said
Got there it was full of China figurines
I am going to the hospital don't touch anything
But the tree monster came again
I was so angry smashed all of grandma's stuff.
She Arrives back  home the place is wrecked
She does not give me the licking I deserved.
Instead I heard her weeping in her bed.

The monster came again that might
It's time for your pain tell me it said.
I don't have pain I lied
Tell me or you will be crushed by my limbs it threatened.
I ....I.....I want to tell her to let go
But that's my fear
It would be my fault you see.
What do I do?
You tell the truth the monster said
Only the truth.
I got back to grandma's place.
I looked at her
She kind of looked like mom.....But older
I just got a call from the hospice she said
We have to hurry
We got to go there?
At the railroad tracks we were stopped. By a freight train
Grandma said
We are very different people you and me.
I said I know grandma
But we are going to have to get along
I said I know grandma.
She said of course you do.

We got to the hospital
The nurse was soleom
Go right in it OK.
She was dying I knew it.
Mom held my hand
I felt the monster behind me
It whispered in my ear
I am here with you.
What do I do
I said
Tell the truth of the ages since time began.
The one that comes from the inside of your heart.

I sqoze her hand tight
I said
It's OK mom
It's OK to go.
I will be ok .
I promise.
I remember the last movement of my mother hand
.It faded softly
Unlike my memories of her love.

But when we got back to grandma's place.
I cried and grandma held me to her breast.
I said I am so sorry grandma
For breaking your stuff
She pulled me closer
I know honey
It doesn't matter.
Yo are all that matters now.
I love you honey.
I said softly I love you too grandma.

Neither one of them knew when the rivalry began. It was certainly in their infancy.
Rachel Huntington was twenty  a star scholar at Oxford university.
Matthew fotheringham was the same age also a star scholar  
They excelled in the study of English literature having read all of the aincent and modern classics in high school.
It was known that saint Hilda's college at Oxford regarded Rachel as  the most  gifted student they had seen for years.
In his group the same was said for Matthew.
They shared the same advanced literature class and the tension between then was palatable.
She would put forward a proposition on Shakespeare repeated usage of
Iambic pentameter.
And Matthew would destroy her concept with a detailed analysis of his works
Have you been  cribbing with Cole's notes he would add in disdain.
Rebecca hated him calling him insufferably conceited and a total buffoon.
He once went to her dorm to pick up an ancient script she had borrowed from the library the only copy.
He phoned from the hall shall I come up to your room
And pick it up.
Rachel shouted No!
I will bring it down to you.
You are never to come up to my dorm.
It's not that I wouldn't allow a man up here
But if anyone were to see you leaving and got the wrong idea.
I don't want them to think I have no taste and low standards in boyfriends.
And that's how it went on.

Then the literature guilds competition had been announced
Schoolers from all over Europe were to present their essays of no less than 25 thousand words and the winner would receive 25 thousand guineas but more importantly that opened the door to the chairs of literature all through the continent.

The rivalry escalation was at fever pitch.
Matthew worked  75. Hour weeks on his essay
Rachelle kept up with him never wasting a single moment.
The class bookmaker has had narrow odds on the winner it one of these two.

They went to the presentation hall and entered the book sized essays sealed in manilla envelopes
Rachel quipped you don't have a chance you couldn't copy mine.
Matthew said I hope they don't use the new plagiarism software you have probably stole yours from the internet.
I already have made plans for my winnings he bragged.
What a good plated pocket protector and  a girl friend you just add air too.
Matthew was hurt
Particularly at the insult that he had a blow up plastic girlfriend.
He remembered humor was the best defence it showed they could not hurt you.
I only bought her for driving on the diamond lanes on the highway.
Anyhoo nothing happened between us until that last night of term
When we drank too much wine.
Rachel walked off in disgust
As he yelled so all could here
She's better in bed than you will ever be .

It was two weeks to the announcement of the contest winners.
No use worrying about it Matthew said
He went for a long evening stroll by the river.
As he turned on the river bend he saw Rachel
She was crying say beneath a huge willow tree.

For once he did not have a smart quip or an insult.
He walked to her and sat down next to her.
Why are you weeping Rachel he asked gently.
She had never ever heard his voice so soft.
My father died last night. She sobbed.
It occurred to Matthew he knew nothing of her life.
I am so sorry what happened
He was the clergyman at Saint Monica's Anglican Church
He had cancer and never let me know.
It had taken all his savings to get me through Oxford.
And he did not want me to lose focus.
Then she wept freely
Mathew held her close to him she wept on his his shoulder
His fingers gentle touched her reddish suborn hair.
It was soft she smelt of lavender soap it was nice.
I ...I have to go to Stowe  on the wold tomorrow for the funeral.
I shall take you there
Do you have a car she asked.
Yes I have a twenty year old MG convertible. My dad bought me when I got into Oxford.
It was arranged he picked her up and off to the funeral they went .
He never felt as comfortable or comforting in all his life.
He was seeing her in a new light after all the stupid years.
They arrived at the old vicarage
Mrs Evans the housekeeper hugged them both
It's about time you got your pretty nose out of those old dusty books
And got yourself a boyfriend.
The weird part was neither one of them corrected Mrs Evans.

The funeral took place
And they set back along the old country roads to the university.
They talked about literature art posts and writers.
Then the old engine conked out.
Miles from anywhere
You need to go get petrol she said.
But there's no station between her and Oxford
The phone signal was not reaching them.
We have to sleep in the car for the night.
Rachel said as long as you don't get any ideas.
You are not my type.
He was going to tell her she was his type but said nothing.
It was freezing in the night Rachel was shivering
He took off his coat and jacket and put them over her in the back seat
As he shivered frozen in the front seat.
In the early morning they woke up
She stepped out of the car and stretched
Matthew was on one knee in front of her
What are doing she asked?
What does it look like I am doing ?
I am proposing that you become my wife.
Never! never! never !
After all the insults you have laid upon me.
Well I'm I'm sorry
Not good enough she shouted.

Do you have the guts to make a get with me Matthew asked.?
Her reddish hair answered the challenge
Just try me.
OK if I  win the award you will become my wife.he said.
If I  win you get lost and marry the blow up lady.she countered.
Well the challenge was a tough one
If she did not accept it it was saying he was smarter than her and she knew it.
If she accepted it was the opposite.
OK you have a deal.

A week later Matthew was working in the library
The prize winners are being posted on the notice board.
He felt a gasp in his chest
As he reached the crowd of students he saw Rachel
She even had a trace of make-up on she was now
Getting to look beautiful to him.
Good luck rachel he whispered I hope you win.
She knew he meant it but she remembered the wager.
She said softly I hope it's you that wins Mathew.
A young woman rushed out of the crowd
Rachelle you won you won.
Mathews heart sank
Congratulations Rachel I am so happy for you.
She felt a tear selling in her eye
Mathew where are you going
You told me to go And marry my send away lady that you just add air too
If I lost the bet you won Rachel.
And her heart sank in her chest.
Then the young woman saw him
Matthew congratulations you won.
She showed him a copy of the winners notice.
It had a note
In all the years of the competition we have never had two such magnificent essays
The adjudicator's were unable to mark one better than the other
We have shared the prize to two winners for the very first time.
Rachel held Mathew code and kissed him fully and hard. Not caring who was watching. He kissed her back
The crowd were astonished their tied was legendary at Oxford.


Two years later.
Matthew strolled in the park with the twins and his beloved wife Rachel.
She had married him a week after the award ceremony at Oxford.
It was said in the coffee room that the university had never had two professors as much in love as them they were now teaching in the English department and we're already in competition for their tenure.
But they never spent a moment appart.

He picked up the twins and shouted his love for Rachel on the top of his voice.
The evening breeze picks up the perfume of the fallen leaves.
Rachel smiled at him and whispered softly I love you too dearest.
She felt him slip into that private room in her heart that she always saved for her soulmate
As he entered the room holding their two babies.
She locked the door behind him with the only key that existed.
And then she threw  it into the dense woodlands of Oxfordshire
Never to found again.

If you go away
A villenelle
By
Jude Kyrie


*His face misted in the fog of tears in my eyes
This was the final moment of our last kiss.
But then tears are not the way for us to say goodbye

He looked at me with love as I sighed
Embracing me much too close my face in his.
His face misted in the fog of tears in my eyes.


I would not let him see me cry
To know how much my heart will miss
But then tears are not the way for us to say goodbye


He had to let me go he could  never live a lie.
No more his arms to bring me bliss.
His face misted in the fog of tears in my eyes.


Don't leave me please just one more try
But the words were silenced by a farewell kiss
But then tears are  not the way for us to say goodbye.

I turned and walked away I would rather die
My heart fading at all the love I would miss
His face misted in the fog of tears in my eyes
But then tears are  not the way for us to say goodbye

In the bluest of light the moon bloomed tenderness
I do to you what the silverlight does to the night.
And our needs came home again from the wilderness.

In feathered light we quiver in gentleness
Heat and passion burns deep in delight
In the bluest of light the moon bloomed tenderness

And our hearts became one in our togetherness
Skin upon skin in the silvered night.
And our needs came home again from the wilderness.

Such passion is beyond all sinfulness.
In trembling skins we feel so right
In the bluest of light the moon bloomed tenderness.

Fires raging within with passions measureless.
We lie content in heaven's sight
In the bluest of light the moon bloomed tenderness
And our needs came home again from the wilderness.

My Pisces lover
Written by
Jude Kyrie

*when he lay beside me
in the ink of dreamy
nighttime poems.
I could hear the peaceful
Waters of lazy
mountain streams.

or the cry of a dolphin
far far away in the guiding
light of the sea.

Even his dreams
sparkled with sunbeams.
and the whispers of oceans.

His breathing in his sleep
sang lullabies from
a dreamy river bank.

And when he touched
me with his fingertips.
it spoke in a language
that needed no words.
But with the primeval sounds
Of sea creatures.

As we swam in the
deep mystical waters of the
piscean sea.
He held my hand
as we explored the streams
of life. within
the magical realm
of his gentle kingdom.

By the light of the Moon
--Au Claire De Lune
By
Jude Kyrie

*Soft with the fragrant breath of flowers
And the dampness of passing showers.
Moon-bright sparkles begin to quiver
on the rivers waves that splash and shiver

Resting beneath a leafy bower
Lost in time beyond all hour.
Dark nights mantle becomes older
Her gentle shadow becomes bolder

Against a waking yawning sky
The new morning fiery embers
Turn June’s dear dreams  into golden September's
And no one else remembers
Except the moon and I.

Windchimes
By
Jude Kyrie


The windchimes lilt in the stirring trees
Sometimes it seems like you are here.
Memories now float in the summer breeze.

Aged Confusion brings me to my knees
That I can't find you my biggest fear
The windchimes lilt in the stirring trees

Then I see you gods have answered my pleas.
The windchimes voices brought you near.
Memories now float in the summer breeze

You say the trellis is choked with sweet peas
But your beautiful voice is all I hear.
The windchimes lilt in the stirring trees

The center of my universe is all I see.
Your beauty abundant soft and clear.
Memories now float in the summer breeze.

Then you fade far away from me.
Just the lilting chimes is all I hear
The windchimes lilt in the stirring trees.
Memories now float in the summer breeze

A single tea leaf from China
By
Jude Kyrie.

*A tea leaf from China is all it took.
I cleared the house of all her things
In her room her glasses and an  open book.

In my old room a final look
So full with memories that life brings
A tea leaf from China is all it took.

The tables gone from the kitchen nook
With the vase that bloomed in a far off spring.
In her room her glasses and an  open book.

In the kitchen cupboard a rose china cup
A single tea leaf on its rim my tears it brings
A tea leaf from China is all it took

I  see her drinking from her favorite cup
Her quiet time away from family things
In her room her glasses and an open book.

Thats when the grief  hit me dark as soot
Her lips had touched this tiny thing.
a tea leaf from China is all it took.

I see her planning her meals to cook
You are my children you darling things.
A tea leaf from China is all it took
In her room her glasses and an open book.