Jude kyrie

Jude kyrie Aug 2018

I am so lonely and alone this night.
I hold a conversation
with my old friend the moon.
I whisper to him.
I feet so incomplete
how can all these years pass by
and leave me such a partial being.

My supportive wise old friend answered me
I am seldom complete
sometimes waxing sometimes waning.
Sometimes hardly a flicker of a smile
Sometimes a ghost of a sad mouth.
Remember my human friend
You don't have to be
complete or full to shine.

He always makes sense
I guess he is wiser than humans
after all how many
millions of years old is he.?

Then he gave me
the answer I needed
he mused softly.
His voice so magical.
So deep and philosophical
I love him in this mood.

But when you are
feeling full, or whole.
That is the best time to shine.
To light up the world in the power
of your reflected completeness.

That is when you
will have the power inside you.
The power to effect
every person on earth.
And call the oceans to you.

Wise old moon
has seen everthing
Jude

Jude kyrie Aug 2018

A gap between the curtains

There's a gap between the curtains
it's where the night gets in.
memories fall like icy snowflakes
and prickle on my skin.

I hear the voices calling
in the early light of day
a choir of sorrow and regret
that never goes away

There's a gap between the curtains
it lets in all the dark
awakens the soulful voices
where all old loves are parked.

I cry to see tomorrow.
But the past will never part
and the future holds its secrets
In the darkest of the dark.

Not sure where this is from
jude

Jude kyrie Aug 2018

Heartlights

I was not always as lost and broken
As you see me now
No, not always.
When I was born into the world.
I was covered in tiny twinkling lights,
They were everywhere on me, so lovely.
You could hardly see
the spaces between them.
Lights on me everywhere.

That was before I found out how to be deceitful.
That the truth had many shades and hues.
from purest white
to darkest black
with so very many greys.

Sometimes a small light would fade as I lied.
Mom there won’t be alcohol there..
Other times a row of them went dark.
Mom I did not sleep with him. I promise.
Then some lies made them all glow dimmer.
It’s alright Dad don't worry
I don’t do any drugs.

Now much older
I walk alone in the city streets.
On a rainy dark night
the store windows
look like a hall of mirrors.

I can see my reflection ghostlike
all my pretty lights
Have faded away.
I look tired,lost and jaded.

But if you look very closely
between the falling raindrops,
like tears streaming down the windows.
You may see just a few of my lights left.
Only a glimmer of them
hardly visible at all.

So stubborn
they wont be the last ones
to go out.
They are around my heart

Hope is a blessingjude

Jude kyrie Aug 2018

Wedding vows from a poet

As the morning sunlight sparkles
on the pure waters of a pristine lake.
Adorning it's beauty with
nature's diamonds.

As the soft white clouds of
a summer day
release their raindrops
Quenching the thirst
Of a parched dry
weeping earth.

As the flowers
open their delicate
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 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 all of it's beauty.

Is how
I give myself to you
my love.

Ahh! romantic promises
of new beginnings
Jude

Jude kyrie Aug 2018

A farewell to arms ....judes ending

He had made the journey
across the Swiss mountains.
The war was now far behind him
now just Catherine lay ahead.
As he reached the hospital ward
the old nurse shook her head.
What of the baby?
he asked quietly,
her sad eyes looked
down at the floor.

Catherine lay pale and weak
on the hospital bed.
Somehow she managed
a smile at his arrival.
Oh darling,
I am going to die.
Don’t let me die.
Hold me in your arms!
Hold me tight.
Don’t let me go.

When you hold me
we cannot be parted
If you stay with me
I shall not be afraid.

As she left him
the bells tolled.
Declaring the armistice.
The war had ended
for some.

He carried her
lifeless body in his arms
to the window.
The crowds below
had released hundreds
of white doves into the air.
to celebrate the end
of the great war.

They fluttered their wings
high above.
As if to carry her
soul to heaven,

He kissed her still lips
For one last goodbye.
And whispered peace,peace
at last my darling

Sorry Mr Hemingway
Judes a terminal
Card carrying
Romantic

Jude kyrie Aug 2018

Lonesome planet that I know

There's a lonesome planet that I know
Where the earth is a spinning mystic land
As I must watch you far below.

Here a callow moon spills a silvered glow
And I hold moonbeams in my hand
There's a lonesome planet that I know

Where wishes melt like springtime snow
When I can't hold onto the falling sand
As I must watch you far below

The blues of twilight ebb and flow
As starlight twinkles on earthly land
There's a lonesome planet that I know

Where the winds of love refuse to blow
And I am destined to forever stand
As I must watch you far below

Once again I see your shadow fade and go
And the pain of longing more than I can stand
There's a lonesome planet that I know
Where I must watch you far below

Trying format poetry
For a change
From my freestyle ramblings
Jude

Jude kyrie Aug 2018

Love poem from a man

There is an angel in my heart.
She is beautiful
and so loving and sweet..
Yet I can hear her
weeping sometimes
inside my chest
She wants to be allowed
out of me
To let everyone see her.
But I keep her captive there,
She is my very private angel.

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

But then sometimes
When the night is long
and quiet.
And the Moonlight blooms
through the starlit window.
you are lay beside me
You are so beautiful
and full of your
feminine softness.

I let her out
Only for you to see her.
She changes the glow
of the gentle moonlight
that outlines your body.
She frames your hair
like a halo.

She softens my voice.
It loses all my
masculine hardness
Almost to a gentle whisper,
I say stupid things.
That the tough old me
would never say.

Like
I love you honey.
you are the most
beautiful thing in my life.
And I love you
so very much honey.
and
I was blessed the day
I found you.
I do not think
I could make it
Without you.

She makes me
gentle and loving.
It must be some kind
of Angel magic.

But then as the morning
yawns sunlight into
our bedroom window.
I put my angel
into her prison again
And get ready to face
the garish world.
For just one more day.

For you honey
When my clumsy words
Are just not enough
Jude