Alone so alone
Even more in solitude.
Than before you kissed my lips
And took my soul in heated passions.
passions now chilled.
It was but a dream.
Something to feel but not to hold.
It faded
And now I am lost in strangers.
And the sadness is more
Thank I can bear.

Cold so cold
Even in the bloom of mid summer
I feel your lips full of need want and desire
Our bodies are as one.
The nightingale lilts its song
And the clematis soothes the moonlight
With it fragrant brambles.
Yet even With this tranquility.
Such completeness like a full moon
Something cold and unspeakable
Pierces my heart.

I try to embrace myself
Holding onto the remnant of me.
What has religion borne
That time did not question.
Only perhaps
That there is a hell
And it is here tight now.
And we are its demon's.

Love Poem

*I want to write you a love poem.
Not May time and flowers.
But burning with passion
And desires so much so
It will slow down time itself
to a motionless crawl
dragging out the seconds
Until you return to my bed.

Filling your thoughts with blood red lust.
As dangerous as the charging rapids
of the mountain rivers
after the winter snow melts.
So intense it burns away propriety
And we feast on its wild ancient flavors.
So encapsulating
upon reading its words.
You will unfasten your hair
as you drop everything else
and run to me.

And when we meet
No words
No words
No words
Let's not waste our breath on words.

All though the grey dusk of evening
I hear a concerto it has no words.
Only the floating notes of angels voices.
Outside the window
The tired leaves fall in unison
They are the notes of their music.
Sweetly repeating their tones.
My saddened eyes turn
to the silken clouds.
Looking for the purity of angels wings.
And sometimes quietly,
A voice softly speaks in the music
of angels.
It tells me to look in the darkest corners
of my lost universe.
My angel could be singing.

1965

The plane was unstable
But that's what test pilots do
Work out the kinks out
It was called the Lockheed starfighter
the updated version.
The landing gear was stuck
I had started for  the airport six times but my fuel was in vapour.
No choice it landed belly up .
I saved 29 million of the country's money.
I got out of the plane they  
rushed me to hospital
That's where I got two crash landings in one day.
She was a nurse but so beautiful.
She said I got to do your vitals honey.
My vitals were already standing to attention.
She noticed but said nothing.
Just smiled.
I asked if I was due a bed bath
Still smiling she said I looked like I needed a cold shower.
She would look into it
We married six months late
I don't think in my long life I was ever happier.
My buddy was a some kind of weird science guy working on secret government projects.
I don't know why we clicked but we did.
He said your gonna **** yourself in one of those flying coffins
And I am working to bring you back.
He was right that ******* widowmaker blasted into the trees on landing
The took me to the ghospital he said he's dead.
They put me in one of he frozen contraptions a cryogenic vault way below the base.
And froze me.
Then he got killed in a lab explosion and time went by

2016
¡the building was being demolished
But I was a popsicle in the cryogenic tube
A young construction guy found the forgoten vault.
He unfastened the tubes and gas exploded in room
The top opened
And he saw me below.
He ran screaming out to report the incident
By then the ice was melting I was awaken in a new reality
fifty years later
I got up sirens were blasting everywhere
I was naked but looked like I was when I was frozen.
I found some clothes in the lab and put them on.
When I got outside I was blinded by the California sun
Then cars were streaming by
A helicopter flying over head
Flashing neon signed everywhere it was bedlam.
I ran and ran
Then found a newspaper in the garbage
It said August 12  2016
It hit me
I was a ******* time traveler.
I was in a state of confusion
But this was a residential area.
A nice ranch bungalow was in front
I saw a big tree house for the kids
Running up the ladder I stopped and wept
Where was Jenny my house ?
I added twenty to fifty one *** ***
I still looked Twenty four.
I fell asleep
The noise awoke me it was dark.
A guy was trying to put heavy moves on the pretty lady in the kitchen she was screaming
I ran down into the house and the guy told to get lost.
I asked him to leave quietly the lady does not seem interested he went for me
But I kicked his ******* ***.
And threw him out. He had just had his *** kicked by a 74 year old geezer.
Her little boy was watching
The ******* television was the size of the movie screen
She told me she had dated this guy  months earlier but he was an *******
Sixties girls did not swear much this one had a dose of sailors mouth.
It looked like I had missed out on some smoking burning
bras ****
She let me stay couchsurfing
The kid was nice I liked him
I told him where I was from
looked at me and said you're a ****** but you helped mom.
The kid looked into some kind of spiders web on a small walkman thing no wires how did it work.h e called it an eye phone.
Then he found my buddy's address.
We phoned it was his daughter he's dead she said before I was born his lab blew up.
We went over the next day.
She said you are Jimmy right.
I said yes
I told her I lost my wife jenny the love of my life.
I lost her by sort of dying myself.
She smiled No she's alive.
She gave me a book it had my buddy's neat handwriting in it.
If for any reason I get disabled and Jimmy shows give him this.
It told me of his secret experiments in cryonics.
Then it dropped the bombshell.
Ageing cannot be reversed.
You will get to the age you should be in  days after reanimation.
I looked at my hands they were getting ******* liver spots.
My hair was turning grey.
I could carry groceries in the bags forming under my eyes.
I did not have time to waste.
I had a four hundred miles trip ahead.
I caught the bus to Seattle then took a car to the ocean
Her house was on a hill
It was windy I was out of breath just getting to it from the road
I felt weak and old I think I am going to die before I get there.
Then I was at the front door just a few more steps
And I would see her once more.
The bell of course ..I rang the bell
No answer the house was silent.
I fell to my knees weeping like a child.
I was too late
But then a beautiful older lady appeared behind me.
I recognised her eyes and that smile.
She dropped a basket of cut flowers onto the floor
Oh my god she gasped ...Jimmy?
Yes Jenny it's me
She held me close and we embraced.
Oh I have dreamt of your return she said.
We kissed again
Some passions defy age and time.

A year later

She made me remarry her to renew my vows
You might have forgotten your old ones she reasoned.
The person that gave her away to me
Was a beautiful lady about 49 years old
She kissed us both
Wishing us a life of joy.
I love you mom
And you too daddy
It was Alice my beautiful daughter.
Who introduced me to my granddaughter Jane.
And my great granddaughter.
Of nine months old Abby.
Who capped of the whole event
With her first half word
Gan Gan.

You don't need religion
To understand sin.
It lives you can feel it
Gnawing inside of you.
Eating all the goodness that
you want to last forever.

I sit on the porch of my
house in the city.
Stars glint like lights
from a mirror ball
I see them walking by
Lost abandoned mothers
children lost  tired t and hungry.

They are the reasons I lock my doors.
And click my security codes.
But I wonder sometimes.
Those locks,
those codes.
Those bars
on the windows.

Are they keeping
my sin locked in?
or stopping my
goodness and grace
from leaving
and walking the
needy streets at night.

The river runs through this old town.
Like a silver flashing knife.
I know ever meandering inch of it.
I sleep in its weeds.
I drink its waters.
I purify my soul in its depths.
It's not a poem.
To say I love its waters.
Or the dirt path
that carries me for miles.
Or that I hear a symphony
from the train tracks,
as I sleep.
Or that god leaves his face
in the patch of stars
on an indigo canvas,
above the treetops.
There is always a swallow
from my hip flask
to warm my heart.
One day I will be old
Too old to live rough.
And I will speak sweetly
of the stars.
In the arms
of a caring soft woman.

I know you're not coming
back to me, honey.
No need to keep calling me.
You're falling into a pit of guilt love.
You asked me every day.
Are you OK?
Well no,
I am not OK.
I have not been Ok
since
I was a little boy in grade school.
But every morning
I shower,
I shave ,
Put on a clean shirt.
I slap on aftershave
and breathe as deep as I can.
Sometimes
That has to be enough for me.

We are not in love.
For sure not in love.
You sleep with me
every night
Coming late leaving early.
No, we're not in love.
But I think I am the
most beautiful bad habit.
you will ever acquire.

Don't you think it's strange?
Since you left me alone.
We were once
only one person.
I did not know where
you ended and I began.
Now we are two total strangers
That know all the expressions
of love that exist
in each other hearts.

The Man On The Shore
A Poem
By
Jude Kyrie


Storm weathered
and battered by stormy seas.
My old weather-beaten heart
awaits each new day
for your next crashing waves
To hit me.
Why don't you leave
and find a safer place
You say.
But I stand strong
Always Immovable
Because I love you.
I whisper.

I know you and I
are not about poetry.
Love songs and roses
are just ******* to you.
We fight like cat and dog
And burn like animals in heat
when we make up on the bed.
But I have to say something.
So you know what's inside me.
Waiting to be heard.
Needing to be said.
Just the way that you toss
Your hair before a
morning coffee.
Burns the **** out of me.

Uncle 'erbert on the Joanna
Aunty Mabel on the mike.
Singing rollout the barrel
All Alf ****** on saturday nite.

Cousin Doris in the armchairs
Face to stop a ****** clock
Giving me the greasy eyeball
And a stare to knock me
round the block

Grandad 'arrys in the money
His nag came in at 1O to 1
Granny Edie's sweet as honey
She get sour when
all the money's gone.

Cousin Cecil pudding and pie
Kissed the girls and made em cry.
And when the boys came out to play
He kissed them too
Cos he's a bit that way.

It will end in a ****** fight
Mixing this loss is hit and miss
But they do it every saturday nite
It's just my family on the ****.

A poem of lost love
By
Jude Kyrie


**Tonight I am breaking the promises
i made to myself again.
The ones I made
to my heart and soul.
That I would not write
poetry to you ever again.

To lock the doors to my heart
So that thoughts of you
Could not get back in
And dwell in my dreams.

Throwing away
the keys to my heart
Into the deepest ocean.
Never to be found again.

To exercise the ghost you left
haunting the ruins of my soul.
Walking about inside it
As if I was still your home.
As if I was ever enough
To keep you here.

I promised I would let you go.
To continue surviving and breathing
Even with the dagger
You left in my heart.

I promised myself
I did not need thoughts
of you to write
my poetry any more.

But here I am again.
Writing to you more poems.
Because you are still at the base
of every one of my thoughts.

And without you
There is no more
poetry left in me.
So because....
because of that.
I can justify to myself.
That
This is better,
This is better
This is better.
Than nothing at all

The City

**Danger hangs from night clouds
like spiders webs.
Fear of the violence
Tremors the earth beneath me
like earthquakes.
Yet through the windows
of my towers.
The city shimmers
and stands firm.
It does not run away.
It stands it ground
It whispers work in me
Live in me.
Play in me.
I shall not rest ever.
If you cut off one of my buildings.
I shall grow another
I was here before your
Violence
I shall be here
when you are dead
So do your worst
I do not care
For I am the city
And these people
Are my children.
It will always be so.

A Poem
by
Jude Kyrie

I once went to a place
where the nightingales sing their song.
It was tranquil and beautiful

I went to a place where the sea
meets the sky in the horizon
it was stunning magenta.
And the world fell
to the sothern clime.

I went t a place where
the eagles soar over mountains
It was pure and light.
With clearest freedom
Of my spirit.

I went to a place
Where a lovesick fool
Pours out his love
to the woman that he
Holds more dear
Than anything
Or anywhere.
it was home.

Borne On The Rain

The​ ​summer​ ​rain​ ​has​ ​adopted​ ​me
I​ ​am​ ​now​ ​its​ ​son​ ​it​ ​is​ ​my​ ​mother.
I​ ​melt​ ​into​ ​the​ ​rainfall​ ​with​ ​my​ ​heart
Its​ ​beating​ ​pours​ ​tears
​ ​of​ ​rain​ ​through​ ​my​ ​body.
I​ ​sit​ ​full​ ​to the brim
with the ​purest​ ​rain.
Awaiting​ ​the​ ​coming​ ​storm.
You​ ​will​ ​find​ ​me​ ​in​ ​the​ ​hedgerow
In​ ​the​ ​valley​ ​in​ ​the​ ​meadow.
Awaiting it's deluge.
I​ ​will​ ​glisten​ ​like​ ​diamonds
in​ ​the​ ​rays​ ​of​ ​sunlight
that​ ​fall​ ​from​ ​broken​ ​skies.
Thunder​ ​calls​ ​my​ ​raindrops
The​ ​lightning​ ​calls​ ​to​ ​my​ ​heart.
For​ ​I​ ​am at ​ ​one​ ​with​ ​the​ ​elements
I​ ​am​ ​borne​ ​of​ ​the​ ​rain.

I am not sure when I started hating women.
I am not sure if I hate all women
Or just ******* Meg.
I know it was after Meg married me.
But that ***** doesn't count as a woman.
She didn't need a ******* husband.
She should have bought a dog.

Pulling me around to show to her boring
****** friends when I wanted to watch
the ******* play offs.

Would you like a cup of tea
And some ******* bunt cake Harry.
No I ******* would not.
I could **** a ******* cheeseburger
With the works and a pitcher of bud.

He seems kinda quiet Meg
You two doing alright.?
Yeah she said smiling
He's pouting because the games on
He's being trained.
Trained for ***** sake.

I looked at her sweet face
and her ***** figure.
And I gave a bollocking to little Harry.
For being such a *******
and marrying her.
After all I reasoned to him
Who needs to buy the cow
When I get the milk for free.

But that little guy had a mind of his own.
Now ten months ago I tied a ******* knot
With my tongue
I can't undo with my teeth.

What a ******* ***** she turned out
She deals out two meals
**** and more ****.
She knows when I am at the end of
my ******* string.
Then she  is sweet to little Harry
And I he pulls me along for the ride.
So to speak.

The ******* fights
The neighbors banging in the wall.
The condo committee *******
Your infracting clause
six hundred and ******* forty one
Sub ******* paragraph three point ******* one.
The right of quiet enjoyment.

I think **** it I could use some quiet enjoyment.
But no hope of that with this *****.
Boy that ******* bra of hers is filled with
a set of lungs.
She never used bad language
When we dated.
But that was before
I came the useless *****.
And the bone idle *******.

For a couple of months now
She started bashing me
In our barneys.
She packs a ******* good Mike Tyson
With that left hook of hers.
Get up you big ***** she yells.
Put your big girl ******* on and fight.
It was only a ******* love tap.
I'm just glad she wasn't
******* mad at me then..

But

Sometimes when the moon is shining
In our bedroom she turns to me
And runs her fingers through my hair.
And kisses me softly like when we just dating.
Her full soft breast press against my bare chest.
I look into her beautiful face
And kiss her deeply.
She says I love you Harry
Your my boy.
******* weird
I say I love you too Meg darling
And I ******* well mean it.

And she takes me softly
And I have tears in my eyes
At her gentleness
Go ******* figure.

(I fell for him right away.
I have no idea why.
He is no George Clooney.
That's for sure.
My mom and best friend
Said are you sure honey
He's a bit funny looking.

And he has rough edged.
I said I will clean him up mom.
She gave me her told you so look
of disapproval.
But he made me laugh nothing ever bugged him.
He used to laugh at problems.
Nobody will give a **** in fifty years
He would say his rough edges sparkling like a diamond.

He would say on Sunday mornings
After he made love to me
I am smiling ear to ear honey..
I just made love with the sexiest woman alive.
He made me feel beautiful.
How the heck did he do that.

When the kids came
He told them they were beautiful and smart  just like your mom.
,they adored him.
Perhaps almost as much as me.

I got very sick
He carried me around nursed me back to health.
Even mom said he's not so bad.
He cried when it looked bad.
Don't you go and die me honey.
I am lost without you.

But he went and died on me.
And I did not know what to do.
He hid his sickness from me.
I am a bit run down
Need a tonic
A bit of vitamin F would good for me.
I laughed and we made love.
Until he couldn't any more
And I knew...I knew.

His last day he held me close and said
You know something honey.
If I had been offered another ten years but without you
I would say no thanks I will wait for her in heaven.

.I have tried dating again
But when I get home
I fall asleep and he's back in my dreams.
Boy oh boy it's good to hold you he says.
And I say
Its always you honey.
Only you.
And the sleep
is peaceful and deep once more.

Vows I shall keep
By
Jude Kyrie

As the sunlight glistens
on the wavelets of a crystal lake.
Adorning it's beauty with
nature's diamonds.

As the soft clouds of
a hot summer day
release their raindrops
to a parched dry
weeping earth.

As the flowers
open their sweetest
petals to a warming sun
revealing their deepest
intimate secrets.

As the distant moon
pulls the greatest oceans
close to its embrace.
in never-ending loyalty
and timeless rhythm..
with its natural
unseen power.

As the gentle falling snow
cascades upon a
a tired and jaded grey winter
world. repairing it's broken
scars with a
virginal down blanket
restoring it's beauty.

Is how
I give myself to you.

Danger Danger.I am.falling in love again*

Bright stars shine in the heavens
Dancing in the sky tonight.
Universe is singing singing.
Planet earth bask in its light.

Sweetness is pouring pouring.
Like heavens rain from above
Bright eyes are dancing dancing.
Dancing on a sea of love

Danger Danger.
Falling down the milky way.
Hearts are falling falling
Falling in love today.

Night flight to Venus
By
Jude Kyrie

I know you and I
exist on very different planets.
Men are from Mars
Women are from Venus.
This is written.

Yours a planet filled with beauty
And soaring dreams that fly
over clouds to touch the sun.
Mine a place where
my dreams are tethered to
It rocky lonely terrain.
Seeking it's safety.

I know how your dreams
and ambition are colored brightly.
With every hue of the spectrum.
While mine are but monochrome.

Even knowing all of this
My heart has fallen in love with you.
And I must follow its needs.
To wherever you are.

So tonight I must swallow
All my fears and doubts.
And leave the safety of Mars.
I will take the next spaceship to Venus.
And learn how to exist
In its strange
yet beautiful atmosphere.
For that is where you are
And without you
My home is but a barren land.

And If ever I should fall
From your speeding comet.
I shall know I have touched
The love sent
from the doors of heaven.
And it was you that brought me there

We were poor Christmases would come and go.
But what with ten kids and my dad's Meager paycheck.
There just was not enough money to go around.
Especially for frivolous christmas presents.
I remember that year when it all changed though
so long ago.
The kids at school got spanking new
scooters and new racing bikes.
But my dad had attended a rummage sale.
At the church bazaar.
Where he normally bought our clothes.
But he struck a deal on large Hoop and stick
from the Victorian era.
It was not a bike but it was a Christmas present.
I was delighted I practiced with it doing swift turns
fast Burst down the road stopping on a sixpence.
The stick was like an orchestra conductors Batton.
I could make that hoop do anything.
I took it to school four miles away every single day.
I kept it within  the bike sheds
with all the gleaming sporty bikes.
I did not have the money to buy a padlock.
One day I went after last class to get my Hoop and stick.
And to my horror
It was gone.
I was inconsolable.
Weeping like a baby.
Then the police car came
The lady cop was sweet.
I'm sorry bout the hoop thing kid
I sobbed so badly
Stop crying she said
In an attempt to console me
But I sobbed harder.
Look it's not good in cases like these she fessed up.
I am not going to blow smoke up your *** kid.
It's unlikely to be retrieved.
No witnesses no fingerprints nothing
A clean heist.
But if it does
The next forty eight hours are vital.
If it shows I will personally
run it home for you in the squad car.
But I just wailed harder.
*** she said why are whining still?
I said  sobbing the words spurting  out staccato.
That's ...sob ..all well. Sob ...and good
But how the **** am I going to get home tonight.

My summer job with lady Chatterley..added a twist
.apologies to D.H Lawrence

I was sixteen at the time.
I suffered embarrassing erections
Whenever a light breeze passed by my chinos.
I had forgotten  about applying for the job at the mansion.
And was sure I ******* up the interview
Because I sporting huge woody.
The severt girl bent down
to pass my tea in a China cup.
Revealing a pair of succulent breast.
And the rest was predictable.
But lady Chatterley seemed not to notice.
I heard that lord Chatterley
got his cobbler's blown off in torbuck or some place.
Fighting Rommel desert rats.
But lady Chatterley had stayed with him
I was going to say through thick and thin.
But I think the long and short of it
was more accurate.
Anyhoo I digress
I got the job as house boy.
I had to serve her
her breakfast in bed.
She wore a flimsy see through negligee.
I spilled her morning tea limping
to her bed with her breakfast tray.
Those houseboy pants
were really too thin and so tight.
I was red as a beetroot
And wondered if I would ever be freed
Of those spontaneous errections.
She just smiled though.
So nice so understanding.
She was beautiful
I was secretly in love with her.
And she became the star of night fantasies
Where I ...well let's not get graphic shall we.

Anyhoo I a digressing again
Sorry D H. Don't want to lose the plot here.
One day they went out hunting
The unspeakable chasing the uneatable.
When she got back
I was cleaning her en suite bathroom
She said softly
Jude come out here sweetie.
I obeyed she sounded so ****.
Sure enough here was my woody
Right on time.
She said softly
Come here sweetie
I obeyed
Take off my dress
I slowly unbuttoned her dress
It fell to floor like gossamer.
Now unhook my bra sweetie
I unhooked the skimpy garment.
It floated to the bedroom  floor.
Now slip off my silk ******* she said.
In a **** throaty voice.
Sweating I slipped her ******* off.
A faint wisp of perfume hit my nostrils
Then she yelled at me.
Right their I ever catch
you wearing my clothes again
You're fired you little *****.

A Christmas Carol

the year 35AD

The Romans had crucified him.
But he was just a baby in his mother's arms.
They had gone out to see the spectacle of the man from Judea.
He was to be crucified a horrible death designed to control the people.
It worked there was no worse death known hanging for hours and days
Until the cramp stopped the heart.
He went past them in the crowd
The little boy wept
He stepped and the Roman soldier flogged his naked boy.
But as he got up just before the hill at Calvary
He stopped and dropped the heavy wooden cross
He kissed the baby on his head and pulled a sliver of wood from the heavy bloodstained crucifix he carried.
The whip cut his back but he did not flinch.
You are chosen he said.
My father calls your name.
Take this wood and bring his flock to his home.
The mother took the sliver it was bloodstained.
And sewed it into the baby's cloths.
It was in the leather coat she had made for him
And a light glowed from his head like a halo
Your name is love he said
And then they killed him.


2001
New York
Christmas was around the corner just a few days left
But she had no joy no spirit no belief.
She did not want the miracle for her
It was for the little girl.
At three she was dying
not even the Christmas trees lighting would she see.
They were rich full of modern worldly goods
A big house a rich husband
And cars vacation homes.
You are so lucky her friends said.
But she would have given everything away
To save her baby from the ravages of leukemia.
She held her close
the hospital sent her home
It's days they said just days.
She wrapped the little girl in a soft warm blanket.
And tucked her into the stroller.
Her husband held her arm tight for her support.
They walked to the lighting of the Christmas tree.
Looking for a bright moment to show their child
Before she slipped away from them into oblivion.
They were agnostics non believers of any religion.
Just a cheap way to control the masses said her husband.
She noticed in agreement.
What kind of god allows a beautiful baby to die.
At the center the tree was decorated
But not yet lit.
A boys choir were humming softly
Oh! Holy night it was beautiful.
A young boy his voice still unbroken sang beautifully
In a soprano voice that would pass into oblivion
the next year just like her little girl.
Then she felt someone push against her
It was a very old man.
He looked poor and lost.
She felt in her purse and gave him a hundred dollar bill.
Eat something this Christmas
she said kindly not knowing why.
He pulled a little leather coat
from under his ragged overcoat.
Place this on the child she needs his warmth.
The first snowflakes dropped from heaven
Perhaps to welcome her child to heavens doors.
Seeing no harm she put the coat on her baby.
She saw the child smile her cheeks flushed pink.
She held her arms out
But it was to the old man
He kissed her head?
What is your name
she asked the old man
is Abraham my lady
Abraham Love.
The lights exploded in a mirage of colors.

Fifteen years later she walked to the soup kitchen
The poor were congregated to escape the cold of the new York winter
A poor homeless lady held her baby in her arms she was crying
What's the matter honey the pretty young  girl said
It's my daughter she is dying.
Her heart is not working
and she will be dead by Christmas.
The young woman opened
her large carry all purse
And took out a small jacket
Put this on her she said.
It will keep out the winter's chill.
And it did wonders for me as a child I am told.
The woman looked at girl.
Silent night was playing softly and sweetly
from the salvation army brass band.
Who are you ?
what's your name she asked?
I am Jenny Williams ma'am.
But I changed my name to
Jenny Love.

How long is always.?
she asked.
He gazed into her beautiful eyes.
It is very long
but not as long as forever he said.
So forever is the longest time there is then?
No, my darling he said softly.
Eternity is longer than forever.
So then how long is eternity
she whispered.
Is it perhaps too long to measure?
No, I know how long eternity is he said.
please tell me how long is it.
It is the time that passes
Until you return to me.

The Colors of Love are a Rainbow
A short story of life
By
Jude Kyrie

How can anyone be so stunningly beautiful and yet be a total ***** he thought.
He had fallen in love with Meg for all the wrong reasons.
She nearly wore the bed out in his small apartment he thought his spaceship  had crash landed on planet **** for the six months he dated her.
Then he married her
That's when it changed.
Yes for sure it was then.

He should write a book
Just two word long
a sure fire ******* best seller.

How to cure a Nymphomaniac
By Harry Proctor
Marry Them
The End

She was bossy and mean
Do this do that
Are you never getting up the garden's overgrown you idle *****.
**** the garden i said under my breath.
Get in here for some more nookie.

I think it was after a year I hated her guts.
Get over here and fix the TV  remote you useless ****.
GGGGRRRRR
I mouthed ***** and she heard me whisper ******* Harpie.
She went quiet I thought maybe
I just need to get a pair and stand up to her.
She reached me in the kitchen and delivered
a three-pointer right in my goolies.
*** ***
I thought I was going to have three Adam's apples.

She took me to bed later
When all was functioning again
She was ******* incredible
she could do things the girls did
in the naughty, man magazines I kept hidden.
I met Annette and her husband at a street party.
It must be thirty years ago now.
God, I never believed in love at first sight but she got me.
Soft spoken blue eyed ***** *** I wanted her.
It was mutual.
but we didn't take it to its conclusion she was married to Bill
And I had Meg my ******* nightmare harpie.
She noticed me ogling Annette and cut my *** off for six weeks.
I laughed at her make it a ******* year I don't care.
After three months
she took me back to her bed
my tongue hanging out to my toes
the dog was starting to look good.
And ****** the rest of my brains out on the bed.
God to her  that sack was like a pool table to a hustler.

She said don't you even think of trying to get a divorce
she was slicing a big tomato with Henkel carver extra slow so ******* malevolent.
Imagine your useless **** on here she smiled menacingly
as a thin skinny slice of tomato fell on the cutting board.
You belong to me Harry
Don't you ever forget it,
She scared the bejabbers out of me .

I tried to relive all my sins
but I can't think of one bad enough to deserve this
….I almost used the C word--
it was on the tip of my tongue
but my aversion therapy flooded in.

I had used it as a boy on my buddy
when he missed a penalty in the school playoffs
my mom had heard.
And even now whenever I try to use it I can taste lye soap.

So I changed it to the B word.

After thirty-five years she was hit by a truck and was killed instantly.
All I could think was
I hope the poor truck driver is alright.
And then dancing around the living room.
IM FREE __IM FREE----  IM FREE
YEAHHHHHH!!!


I decided to go to church again
He had finally answered one of my ******* prayers.
I found God at the age of  Fifty- eight.

I saw Annette in the church
she was older but still filled a great bra.
She said harry sorry for your loss
I looked sad and down at the floor
put my poor ******* Harry face on.
And thought
Don't make me laugh Annette
I got chapped lips.

She came over a week later.
She was in my bed ready for a Harry Special.
I had waited thirty ******* years for this.
Get ready girl Dr. Loves just a moment away.

Then on the dresser in front of me.
Was a picture of our wedding day
She was beautiful just like I remembered.
God I couldn't wait to get her out of that ******* dress.
I think I had an ******* for the whole service.
I could hardly remember the words.
Do you take this woman-----a mile away
You're **** tooting
I'll take this woman
Wait while I get her in that hotel.
And give her America's favorite breakfast
A roll in bed with honey.

Then it hit me like a ******* black shadow
I sat on the edge of the bed.
The long lusted Annette ready to trot.
But I was
Weeping like a child
with my head in my hands.
I said to Annette.
I am sorry honey.
I just can't do it
I just didn't realize
how much I loved my wife.

He had that dream again
He awoke with a start
perspiration
Pouring down his face.
The car the children his wife.
The truck sliding on ice on the icy freeway.
Then the silence as they drifted away.
And he was left alone.

He moved out of the small inner city cottage
Is was two years ago he just left it the way it was.
The kids toys strewn on the floor
Bread and cookies on the table.
He would never return there never.
Not even to get his beloved alto sax.
He key to making a living.

He followed the cop
that pulled him from the wreck.
He did not know why she was pretty
But that was not it.
He was once told that if you save
Someone's life they belong to you.
Well she could have his
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 but he jumped
in and took a bullet for her.

It was in my arm straight in and out.
She put three in the perp
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
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 angels.
She seemed to like me.
**** knows why I wasn't nice to her.

She started looking for me on her shift.
Grabbing coffee and suggesting dates.
I told her no offence 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.
The blues were playing
I heard the alto sax wailing
It cried like my soul was feeling.

She saw tears 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.
It's been two years since you came her
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.
He 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 cried the words as I played
Tears falling down  her sad black face

There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered
very far, very far
Over land 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 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 found my mother in law's place.
And went there.
She said he's heart sick
He wont 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
Hes over at the cemetery.
She missed her shift change over
And went to the Park Lawn

He was kneeling by a family
grave talking to his kids.
She went to him and slipped
Her arm around him
He turned his head
Into her breast and wept and wept.
He sobbed like his sax wailed.
She kissed his hair
Let it out honey
Let it go.

She drove them to his house
The mess on the floor.
The stale food stank.
It was in a mess
The kids toys spread everywhere
His sax on the hall table.
She said
I saved your life right
He sad yes you did
And you saved mine right
He sad yes I did.
She said
Unless we both say were even
You know what it means
He nodded
Yeah
We belong to each other now.
You got it magraw 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 handy
What with their second child
coming in a few months.
Kids were pricey little buggers.

Waltz me forever

Waltz me through life
For now and hereafter
With glitterball  lights in your eyes
Waltz me through children
With joy and with laughter
Though love and million soft sighs

Waltz me through  sadness
and the joy that comes after.
With your kiss as my golden prize.
Waltz me through the partings
With the joy of returning
To see the sweet love in your eyes.

When I am old and I'm faded
And so tired and jaded
And the clouds are all heavy with rain.
Take my hand and dance with me.
And Waltz me again and again.

She noticed me looking dreamily
at the night sky.
You seem fascinated by the stars
she whispered.
I think they are more fascinated by me.
People think the stars are made of wishes
that the stars grant to lovers on earth.
But they are not.
They are made of heartaches and
broken promises of all the wishes
they have not granted.
Which one's your favorite star
She ask me.
I point to the biggest brightest star
in the heavens.
It is that one
It is made of all my ungranted wishes.
They all about you.
Perhaps that makes you a star.

1904 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 possibly.
His days at a schoolmaster at Grenville school for boys
had began.
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 she did not look afraid.
The train arrive 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 in joy
Then when the labor came she had eclampsia
And the labor was hard
After many hours the doctor came down
From the bedroom.
I looked up
He shook his head.
And the child I mumbled.
His sad eyes cell to the ground.
I never married again
How could I I had drank from the cup of perfection.
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.
Roll call of the new boys
William's sir burns sir coley sir
I taught your father's I said softly.
Then the years rolled by
I was lay in my death bed nearly ninety now
I heard two of the young masters outside my door.
The old man is dying
He lost his wife years ago
Never had any children it such a shame.
I said but that's not true
I had a thousand children
And they were all boys.

Stella

She awoke up on a bench in times square
She tried to remember who she was but nothing no name or family nothing.
Panicking she looked for a wallet or purse something with a clue to her ID.
She could say words in English but no familiar memories.
A beer truck passed by it had big advert even the side for the beer it contains
It said STELLA ARTOIS she needed a name she would use Stella as hers until she remembered her own.

A man came up to her and said you alright lady
you been sat there all night.
Err ...yes I think so I just can't remember anything
Nothing? he said  she shook her head.i have no ID nothing in my my pockets and no purse.
I see he said do you want me to take you to the hospital or police.
Just the mention of police brought a resounding NO not the police.
He was handsome and kind
he said look I can take you to my place if you like.
It's just two blocks walk.
Perhaps after you eat and rest you will remember
I can't leave a pretty lady like you out here.
She looked into his kind face
he was about thirty five handsome and well dressed
with piercing blue eyes.
She said would you mind I am so hungry and tired.
He took her arm gently and they walked to his apartment.
Then she looked into his bathroom mirror
her face was pretty her hair neatly styled
and dark red lipstick and grey eyes
with carefully applied eyeshadow she was pretty if not beautiful
yet she was a stanger to her.
She told him to call her Stella he introduced himself as Adam.
She slept all night
after her fed her a large plate of spaghetti with meat ***** it was so good. she drank a glass  of wine and they talked four a while.
He said he was divorced and single and if she liked she could stay at his place until her memory came back and she went home again.
The mention of home scared her she told him.
Home and police sent shivers.
Six weeks turned into three months and nothing changed.
Well almost nothing he fell in love with her.
He did not tell her of course
she was way too pretty for him out of his league really.
But she liked him that's for sure
she even kissed his cheek
when he took her shopping
and bought her several dresses and a coat.
It was not the kiss  he craved from her but still a kiss.
They walked together in the city
went to the theatre and movies
and took drives out of the city
to have a picnic lunch or eat at a wayside cafe.
He did not remember feeling as happy ever.
It was Christmas tide they watched
the tree being lit in the city it was beautiful
and he took her to watch the christmas show at radio city.
She was watching the leggy showgirls
and she said I know this place I am  remembering it.
His heart sank what if she remembered and then the biggie
What if she had to go home and leave him he was desolate.

But he smiled and said that's a good sign stella it's coming back.
She went back to the radio city the next day and waited at the stage entrance a group of pretty showgirls arrived for practice.
One came over to her Janie she said? Stella looked up and half knew the girl.
They are looking for you honey everywhere
Who she said I don't remember
Your husband and the police
she gave her her name Janie Evans.
She told her where she lived
she was a dance choreographer at the radio city.

She went home to her own place taking a cab
It was an apartment in a old walk up
She started to remember
fear caught her chest as she knocked on the door.
A big man answered he was angry looking.
Well well lookie who's  here it's back.
A drunken woman was in the room in her bra and pants.
Who's this she yelled it's just a ***** a  I married he sneered.
Who have you been ******* ***** he yelled.
You gone Nine ******* months without a word.
She did not see the fist as it hit her face.
Blood flowed from her nose
she fell and he kicked her in her ribs.
Then threw her down two flights of stairs
She lay at the bottom a woman screamed as the Brutish man came down the stairs to continue her beating.
A young policeman heard the scream
and went inside the man was kicking the prostrate lady in the ribs.
He drew his weapon and shouted
stand back but the man drew his boot back
and went to kick her head a deadly blow.
He shot twice the first a flesh wound in his arm
the second passed through his heart
he fell on the floor in a heap
he had hit his wife for the very last time.

She was in a coma at the hospital for six days
Her face bandaged she had four broken ribs a dislocated shoulder and a broken arm and leg.
When she awoke the room was empty she thought where am I but it all flooded back in waves she had been late from work he was angry where you been you ******* ***** he hit her and she fell back banging her head on the wall
Then she ran and ran not even picking up the purse on the table.
Then the park bench in times square
the truck Stella Artois ….Stella.
And Adam
oh her Adam her gentle friend she loved him so much.
Then she saw him he had sat with her on vigil all night every day since he phoned all the hospital in new York city and found her when she did not come home.
He had tears in his eyes and finally said what was overflowing in his sweet heart. Oh Stella thank God I have prayed for you made deals with God to save you. I love you honey
She looked into his beautiful eyes and saw all the love that heaven can bestow on one heart. I love you too my darling my sweet adam.

A year later

They went for the lighting of the Christmas tree now a new York tradition for them.
Adam  held his beloved  wife
close to him no one could ever hurt a single hair
on her head ever again.
She felt protected and loved.
Then as the first snowflakes fell in New York
Silent night was sang beautifully by a children's choir.
the magical Christmas  lights too many to count lit up the sky.
Their baby girl stirred in her stroller
...Stella... Janie cried to her little girl
look at the beautiful tree

And way way above them a wise old moon looked down on the old city
And added another beautiful love story with a happy ending
to its everlasting collection.*that it kept hidden deep inside his tender heart

Shooting stars sweep across the night sky.
You seem so fascinated by the stars
she whispered.
I think they are more fascinated by me.
I answered
I once thought stars were made
of magic and could grant the wishes of lovers
here on earth.
But they are not
All they are made of is broken wishes
and sad promises.
Wishes never granted regardless
of all the love in my heart
Which is your favorite star she asked?
i point to the brightest star in the heavens
"that one the brightest star in the night sky."
it is full of all my unanswered wishes
They are all about you.
Doesn't that make you a star.

The storm clouds gather
for the coming fray
I sit here all alone
dreaming of another day

I call to those that flowered my youth,
And ask, "Oh where Oh where, are they?"
A weeping echo only comes,--
"Each and  all have passed away."

Gone, all gone to death's dark knight.
He  claimed them for his own,
And in the dark and with the past,
I'm left here so alone.

Let nobody cast judgement
on the way,
you chose to survive

The Lady at the Spinning-wheel
By
Jude Kyrie*

I see you in the candlelight
at your loom .
Your hair flowing  
like the threads you weave.

Spinning and spinning
weaving your spells.
The ones you thread
into my clothes.
That have my death inside.

For your casting of threads
has captured my heart.
As the spinning wheel turns.
As my soul  is woven  
Into your beautiful tapestry.

When the twilight is tender
By
Jude Kyrie

Wondering
She whispered,
Tenderness flows
from you like soft spring rain.
I have seen many men before.
But you make my soul speak.

Saying nothing.
He touched her cheek gently
With the tips of his fingers
And words were not needed
To fill her with grace.

Reading
She read his poem
The one he wrote
for her in the night.
And tears fell from her eyes
Onto the scripted ink.
Tenderness gripped her heart.
Holding her in invisible chains.

Sleeping
Her head on his bare chest
Her hair falling over him
Like flowing yellow corn
His words were dancing in her heart.
words that he conjured for her.
Tenderness falling over
her dreams like down snowflakes

Watching
She looked at his young face.
Sleeping as a child.
On the softness of her breast.
All the tenderness remaining
In her scarred heart.
Joined with his
to fill the room
with a glowing light.
As she kissed
his long dark eyelashes.

We embrace beneath
the mantle
of a billion stars.
My breath and yours
taste as one.
A heart filled
with loves lasting passions
will survive when all
the stars fade and die.

Inside a single moment
All is changing
A memory a feeling
Almost a presence
From fearful
childhood dreams

From a sun filled
humid summer day
Darkness falls.
The presence
is closer now

It creeps in
through open windows
The cracks  in walls

Now a wind howling
Like a wild haired banshee
Then the deluge
as if commanded
by a powerful hand.

even the mirrors
and pictures
on the walls
reflectt only
the fears of childhood.

The long days of a blessed summer
Are now shortened
The shadows of trees are longer
and the cool winds of autumn
Tan the bending barley.

Orchards lie heavy in fruits
Ripened and sweet
Their juices succulent
Like the wine of earth.

The long darkness is just a moment away
A time when those alone
Will read their solitary books
Beside a fire that warms only one
And leave a single trail of pathways
In the dry blowing leaves.

In a glowing Autumn
Is it all falling?
The tired leaves
cling to branches.
As they lose their seasonal grip.
Dancing for the last time
in cooling breezes.
falling- falling -falling

Up in the night sky
the stars are falling.
Leaving a blazing trail of glory.
falling--falling

Am I falling as well?
Softly almost unnoticed
Into the void.
...Falling .

My life has flowed
like a river
meandering  its way
to a distant ocean.

I am but a leaf
Carried in its streams.
As the ocean becomes closer
I can see the depths of the water.
clearly like the details of a painting.

And on the clarity of the river bed,
Even a single washed smooth pebble.
has a place and a meaning.
Like my soul will have
When the river
Reaches the sea,

I offered you
a mountain of forevers.
But all you wanted
was this moment

I drank  you deeply
in large gulps.
Like you were the  
medicine to fix my life
Not realizing
You were the poison

We are together you and I .
Two adjacent strings
Pulled taught upon a violin.
The very hand of love and romance
Curves the bow across us
And together we resonate
the sounds of beauty
Each of our pure notes
rise upwards to God's ear.
And even our maker
smiles in its harmony*
.

I dreamed in springtime blossoms.
of an endless gentle spring rain.
In the morning light
which melted the stars and dreams.
The forest was wet and olive green.

I dreamed of Midsomer
of storms of humid charged air.
Where thunder roared
in the staccato burst of brilliant light.
When the darkness faded
and dreams became morning.
The air was clear and fresh
And ozone was all that remained.

I dreamed of endless summers
Of salad days by cool riversides.
When the cool wind blew away my dreams.
All that was left were falling leaves
and Septembers autumn.

London England*


I am old now
old and tired the music Hall is fading
old clowns in baggy pants don't seem funny anymore.
The flickering silver light of the cinema
was growing brighter almost everyday.
My days are over playing for Victoria  Empress of Britain .
My whole life vanished like it never happened so meaningless.

I am alone never married, the stage is a wife I suppose.
No wife to turn to  I turn to the bottle
she puts me to sleep numbs my soul.
Old Jack the doorman at the Gaiety in London.
He lets me in for free every night to watch the Music Hall artist.
There not like you were sir --he still calls me sir.

A  juggler, a singer,a magician,a comedian, and showgirls.
And  oh yes A ballet dancer.she is so young and beautiful
I think I come here just to see her.
If I had not found the bouquet of flowers
in the entrance, she would be dead now.
I watched her dance so talented like an Angel in flight
on gossamer wings.I am far too old for her of course
but I cannot help but be drawn to her outstanding talent.
And her beauty if truth be known.

I take the flowers to her dressing room and knock on the door.
There is a moan from inside a low painful moan.
I take a deep breath and open the door
she is laying on the floor an empty vial of something  
I had seen this before the stage carries many dark secrets.
I found a box of salt and poured it into a glass of water
then poured it down her throat
At first, I thought I was too late.
then the salts caused her to throw up the poison.

She lay on the sofa and slept I never left her side.
After a few hours, she said I cannot move my legs
I carried her to my old room and placed her in bed.
I no longer can dance she cried my legs are paralyzed she cried.

I made her tea and a sandwich.
We are a great pair you andI.
A dancer who cant dance
and a comedian whocant make people laugh.

There was no money for a doctor
but I had her trying to walk every day.
After, a few months she walked again
Slowly at first then stronger day by day.
I brought out her dance outfit ballet shoes.

Old Jack let us in to use the Gaiety stage as her dance floor.
I felt so ashamed that I was so in love with her.
But I think in the chest of every comedian
lies a fragile tender heart that is so easily bruised.

A few weeks later she was dancing again
and then moved away to follow her career.
I was desolate
I returned to the bottle.
Then a catalysmic event brought us together
Archduke Franz Ferdinand was assassinated at Sarajevo.
On the 4th of August 1914,
Great Britain declared war on Germany.

A group of performers were chosen
to form an entertainment group for the troops.
She was amongst them
and refused to participate if they did not select me.
Under duress, they agreed and the first performance was in London.

I went on and gave the performance of my life.
The soldiers roared in laughter
my heart filled to the brim with happiness.
I then watched from the wings as she danced so beautifully
My eyes were wet with both happiness and sadness so bittersweet.
Around and around she would pirouette.
Like a dream-like a beautiful dream.

My mind was  spinning in harmony with her movements.
if only I was twenty-five again.
if only I could have been with her.
if only I did not love her
quiet so much.
....if only .....if only.

The crowd roared for her a complete standing ovation
they were almost the last words I would hear.
As I clutched my breast
and fell onto the floor she rushed to me
and kissed me on the head
stay with me, stay with me
I love you so much she whispered.

But I slipped quietly into the dark unknown
happy and content to go there.
I finally knew
she had loved me as far as it is possible
given the circumstances that is.

The Mudlark

1869
The little boy was hungry.
London was not a benevolent place
for the children of the unwashed masses.
The great Queen Victoria was in permanent mourning.
Grief encapsulated her heart at the loss of her soulmate
Her consort her husband and father of her nine children.
Her beloved Albert.

Hunger and cold were striking the young boy
He was an orphan he knew he was seven
but was not sure of any birthdates.
They had found him wrapped in an old coat
On the orphanage steps.
At seven he ran away from the cruelty of the place.
And foraged in the muddy shores of the Thames river.
Finding bric a brac  a medal a coin a piece of jewelry.
In the thick mud that ****** his bare feet deep into it.

He was having a bad day nothing to sell there would be no food
Or a bed he would sleep in the park under the bushes
Until the policeman found him.he would run away
So that he could not be sent to the workhouse.
They made small boys go inside the chimneys
Of great houses to clean off the soot.

Then a sliver of light from an amost hidden moon
It glinted in the mud he rushed over and picked it up.
It was a beautiful cameo broach gold encrusted ivory
A lovely woman was depicted in it.

In his young life he had never seen anything as lovely.
He showed it to the man who buys the findings of the mudlarks
As the boys were known.
He said it is the likeness of queen Victoria
She is the mother of all the British Empire.
He said is she my mother too?
She is everybody’s mother young lad.
He refused to sell the cameo broach.
No it is of my mother he said.

A week later at Buckingham palace.
A great event was held.
He found a wide gap in the railings.
To allow his thin frail body through.
In the bushes he could hear the throng of celebration.
Creeping around he found a courtyard.
A great lady was sat alone on a bench.
She was weeping.
He moved to her she was older but unmistakably
it was the lady on the broach.

She was alarmed as she saw the young said.
Go away I shall call the guards you ruffian.
But I wish you no harm ma'am he said softly.
I found your broach and I want to return it to you.
In the tiny hand he offered the item to her.
She picked it up from him.

This was given to me by my dear Albert.
I lost it overboard in the river Thames fifteen years ago.

I found it in the mud mother.
Mother she asked quizzically.
I was told you are the mother of all the children in your empire.
And I do not have a mother I am an orphan.
The old lady felt tears flowing in her eyes.
Yes I am your mother dear.
The guards saw him and grabbed him
You will get a beating for this young lad
A good beating.
The lady stood up no one shall lay a hand on this boy.
He has brought me a signal my beloved Albert.
It is time for me to return To my duties
And look after the millions of children in my empire.
And true to her word
she discarded her deep depression and widows weaves.
To take her empire to its mst  glorious days.

The young boy was given a job in the palace
And educated to become a fine gentleman
A lawyer who advocated for the poor and lost
In London’s streets.

1945
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
The edge of Scotland  ahhh Scotland.
We Passed the cities into the Highland where pristine lochs sparkled in the rare 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 apolite 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 centre of the British civil war
Cavaliers and roundness 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.
It was obvious  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 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.

2000
The snow fell on Greyfairs school early that winter
We had retired into the headmaster's quarters which would be ours for the rest of of our days.
I remember the train my love.
She whispered her beautiful grey eyes as young as the springtime.
You gave me half your ham sandwich my love I answered weakly.
Then at Easton 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.
The light faded in my eyes
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
the lady's voice said kindly.
she will be with soon at Inverness.