The moonless night
is as deep as any ocean.
Only a distant lonely star and I.
It sends it's strands of pulsing light
Far from me in countless miles.
But they land in my eyes
Sparkle by sparkle.
It needs to be seen as much
as I need to be noticed.
The dark is too dark to be alone.
The moonless night is too deep.
We are friends this star and I
We have a common bond.
The silence that surrounds it
also surrounds me.
I must be more like this star
I must shine my light
On a distant uncaring world.
And find that one who is gazing
upwards as I am
Waiting  to catch
my light in her eyes.

When he lay beside me
in the velvet ink of nighttime poetry.
I could hear the peaceful
ripples of lazy
mountain streams
or the cry of a dolphin
far away in his guiding
light of the deep sea.
Even his dreams
sparkled with sunbeams
that danced upon wavelet
of calm blue oceans.
His breath of sleep
sang lullabies from
a dreamy island.
And when he touched
me with his fingertips
it spoke in a language
that needed no words.
As he swam in the
deep waters of the
Piscean seas.
He held my hand
as we explored
the magical realm
of his gentle kingdom
And we travelled to morning
In synchronous grace.
Like dolphins that guide
lost sailors home
in front of their ships.

Sis.
A story of sibling love.
By
Jude kyrie

Hey honey you're sixteen.
You're almost a woman.
Wow what happened here?
It seemed like just yesterday
You danced out the womb
To bug me your older brother

Can I come with you?
No it's not for kids
Why?
Get your coat then.
You always got your way with me.

Half my clothes were missing
Found in your room.
I like this shirt you said.
These tee shirts are nicer than mine.

Then you were twenty four.
Wow what happened to you.
You're  a Mom honey.
He looks  like just like you
she said.
He just spat up his milk
I replied.
You started looking a bit like mom
But you looked great love.

Then you were thirty
That kid turned into three more
It's bedlam in here honey.
Are you two planning to
Repopulate the earth
all on your own
I love you Sis

At thirty four the divorce
You guys all moved into my house.
Its a good job I was still single Sis.
These kids are noisy.
But your always welcome here love
Always.

Then at forty the hospital.
Hold my hand honey.
I will take you through this.
I said.
You're not going to lose
to that crab sign love.
We are not ready to lose you.
I brought you my favorite shirt
It aways looked better
on you anyway Sis.

Four years later
We visit your grave
On mother's day.

We lost you Sis.
But we still love you.
I got your four kids Sis.
They are getting all grown up.

Angel looks just like you.
You would have been so proud
They are great kids honey.
They call me Dad.
I am not getting any of my own.
I do my best with them.
They keep me busy Sis.

No I never did get married
Don't pretend you didn't know
I was Gay Sis.
I **** well miss you honey.

I gave our shirt to angel
She loves it and won't take it off
See you soon Sis
I love you honey.

Portal To Infinity
for Yuri Gargarin
respectfully
by
Jude Kyrie


The explosion erupted like an inferno below him.
Not a naturally religious man he prayed to his maker.
Then the rush as he lifted off from the sweet earth
At the edge of the atmosphere an invisible barrier
Eons old untouched by mankind but not this day.

As he moved into orbit he saw the wonder of Mother Earth below.
The first words uttered by our species in the vacuum of space
"I see Earth! It is so beautiful!"
He witnessed the Earth for a single orbit

Over Africa the ground control shut of his engines
And he re-entered the earth’s atmosphere
With no power to slow down the craft.
He ejected above earth and parachuted to fame
As The first man in space the pioneer of space travel

When the American astronauts landed on the moon
In July 1969 the crew left a commemorative medal bearing his name
Warmth of mutual occupation and respect melted the ice of the cold war

From Russia came this special man
Thank you Yuri Gagarin



Author Notes

On 27 March 1968, while on a routine training flight from Chkalovsky Air Base, he and flight instructor Vladimir Seryogin died in a MiG-15UTI crash near the town of Kirzhach. The bodies of Gagarin and Seryogin were cremated and the ashes were buried in the walls of the Kremlin on Red Square.
Gagarin was survived by his wife Valentina, and daughters Elena and
Galina. Elena Gagarina, Yuri's elder daughter, is an art historian who
has worked as a director-general of the Moscow Kremlin Museums since 2001.[25] His younger daughter, Galina, is department chair at Plekhanov Russian Economic University in Moscow

My Seasons of love

*The cool winds of the Rockies
sent a chilling snow covered winter.
For me the pristine Canadian snowfall.
Was a season of joy and love.
In our small cabin my love and I.
Filled our needs in each other.
Me fat with hope and joy
and you my sweet baby girl.
With the late spring of the mountains
everything was sown for summer.
But you were here with the new lambs.
We celebrated life’s renewals together.
The animals and me.
It fills me with amazement the newness
of the earth in the cool spring days.
I shall cover myself in warm blankets
In another far off winter
another season of love.
And I shall sow once again.

Pisces lover
by
Jude Kyrie

*when he lay beside me
in the ink of nighttime poems.
I could hear the peaceful
ripples of lazy
mountain streams
or the cry of a dolphin
far away in the guiding
light of the sea.
Even his dreams
sparkled with sunbeams.
His breathe of sleep
sang lullabies from
a dreamy meadow.
And when he touched
me with his fingertips
it spoke in a language
that needed no words.
As he swam in the
deep waters of the
picean sea.
He held my hand
as we explored
the magical realm
of his gentle kingdom.

I know now.
Why did no one ever tell me?
When I was a little boy.
That girls with china blue eyes
and long dark eyelashes.
That smell of Gardenias
taste like summer rain.
With softness of down feathers.
And whisper words like secrets.
Are the reasons
my pillow is wet.
and my poems weep.

September

The summer
fights its eternal
battle with autumn.
The tired green leaves
hang tightly to the branches.
Not understanding
the coming changes.
Summer lovers
still hold each other
In defiance of holiday romances
and schooldays.
The nights are cool
But they all proceed
as if Autumn will
Somehow
miss us this year.

Ellen’s like a daisy
Jenny’s like a rose
Mary is like a dahlia
colorful and smart
But Angels like a lily
the nicest flower that grows
The lilies sweet white flowers
Just like the purest heart.

Three girls in my garden
I count them one two three
But only one a lily
And she’s the one for me

Sam is like a hollyhock
She stands so proud and tall
May is like a sweet pea
That grows upon the wall
Jane is like a gardenia
Calm and fair of face
But she is not a lily
And can’t cause
my heart to race

But my Angel she’s a lily
And the fairest of them all
One day I will marry her
when we are tall not small.

The falling snowflakes
cover the birdbath.
White and pure now
the winter torrid garden.
Gifted with the renewal
of a state of grace.
Like  a confessed soul.

The red candles flicker
and glow in my window.
Lighting the falling snowflakes
a kaleidoscope in motion.
Empty now your chair
your pipe still unmoved.
Remember how we loved
the first snowfall my love.?

Walking feeling the crunch
like glass shards
.beneath our winter boots.
The gift of the full bright moon
beaming on the boughs.
Creating daylight at nighttime.

All the pathways in
your beloved garden
,Are filled with fresh snow.
An even layer of purest white
filling all the voids
in the backyard.
Just as you once
filled all of mine.

When we met that first time.
I fell in love at first sight of you.
You had answered my posting
On the dating site.
You said you had answered because
I had written my heart
Is empty it needs filling with love.
Then you showed me your heart
It was so full of love
it was ready to burst open.
I drank and drank the
love from your heart.
and it was so good.
You told me it was like new.
It’s previous owner
Had hardly used it at all.

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

I know we are different
you and I.
you chasing everywhere
me standing perfectly still.
you move about your world
so different from mine.
your dreams are tainted
blue from the sky.
you are so close to the sun.
Yet I know how grounded I am
perhaps too close
to the roots of green earth.
I know you scare me.
but I will swallow my fears
like a pill.
and climb onto your flight.
we will soar upon
thermals from heaven.
Gliding like gracefull swallows.
And if ever I should fall
I will look into the
vastness of space.
And know that
I have been there
and it was you
who took me.

The silence is deafening.
You are just getting settled
In your new ghostly home.
But it is the first day of winter
and I cannot remember a winter
without you.
So I talk to your empty chair.
Your book and glasses on the table.
Even the pipe you loved
and I hated is not removed.
I breathe its aromatic perfumed
tobacco like I did before.
You never told me how sick you were
But  I knew…I knew.
Now wearing your old sweater
I call our number again and again
The machine resurrects your voice.
I savor every nuance and inflexion
the soft gentle timbre I loved.
For a brief moment you are back here
with me once more.
You ask me to leave a message.
It beeps.
I whisper
I miss you honey

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

Don’t take this as a love poem.
I do not care to relive moments.
Like when i saw you for the first time.
And the songs of angels rang in my heart.
I will never write a love poem for you again.
Like when we sheltered from the spring rain
Below a maple tree in olive greens
And the colour of its leaves
Were the exact colour of your eyes.
I am finished with silly love poems
And will never mention again
How i stop when i hear a laugh
exactly like yours.
Or see a woman from behind
And her hair is burnished gold
Just like yours.
I am now quiet over you.
I hardly ever think of you anymore.
Except perhaps in springtime
But then i should never think of springtime
For that would surely
break my heart in two.

By the edge of the nighttime ocean,
breaths of the sweet salty winds
cool my passions for the need of you.
Now burning in its nocturnal heat.
The waves softly sing love songs
as they break on my bare feet.
In the distance
someone is playing Spanish guitar.
I can feel their fingers gently
strumming on my heart

The salty night air is purifying my senses
breaking into echoes of old memories
perhaps of lovers never found.
In the distance
Someone is playing Spanish guitar
Note by note it is touching my soul.
I feel their passions inside me
red and on fire.

I need the sultry sea air
to drown my desires.
Reflection of moon and starlight
now dancing on the waves.
I am uneasy at this intrusion
but also spellbound.
It is so beautiful so delicate
and passionate.
In the distance
on this summer night
Someone is playing Spanish guitar
And my soul is aching.

Rome was bustling that year
tourist and locals filling the old city.
She was excited four weeks to tour
Italy it was high on her bucket list.
the fight from Kennedy
was Nine hours but she was here now.
Her divorce was final
the assets split and
she was forty and free.
it had been a hard year
but it was over
she was ready to enjoy
the eternal city.

The little cellar restaurant
was perfect it was nine PM
Romans eat late
and when in Rome right.

waiting at the bar sat on a high stool
she slipped on a glass of Chianti.
she noticed an attractive man
he was alone and giving her the
once over. she still had it she thought.
but not for anything serious

her *** addicted ex had burned her badly.
it turned out he had ******* half the neighbors
and most of her friends.
no she was burned.
but a little holiday fling
well that could be appropriate.

she flashed him her prettiest smile
he took the bait and walked over to her.
hi he said
mind if I join you.
she smiled again
only if you don't get the wrong idea.

he was English his lovely soft accent
was pleasant to her new York ears.
definitely not pushy very gentle
and respectful. she found herself
liking him.

it turns out he was a schoolteacher
near London in a small village.
he was touring Italy on his summer vacation.
she told him of her divorce and the hard breakup.
a tear formed in her eyes as she unloaded.
he offered her a crisp white handkerchief.
who on God's green earth carried a handkerchief
any mora
. He laughed and said my mother
makes me carry one she says you never know
when you may see a lady crying
and a gentleman
should always be prepared.
I liked his mother already.

he said he was Twenty eight
a bit young for me.
but what the heck.
I lied and said thirty four.

he was so gentle so nice
I was getting way too attracted to him.
his lovely eyes grey as steel
and his soft voive. Oh My!

He told me he was single
his girl friend had got tired
of waiting for him to pop the question
and moved on.
I don't know why but I was happy
to hear of his breakup.

he said he loved my American accent.
I couldn't believe it he liked
my new York voice.

it was midnight
I wanted to stay but the bar closed.
I thought I can't let him go
he seemed shy to ask me.
But said look why don't I walk
you back to your hotel.
I agreed a bit too quickly.
he escorted me to the old fashioned
elevator in my hotel

And he kissed me goodnight.
he turned to leave me
but I held onto his hand
he looked up into my eyes.
and I led him into the elevator
and up to my room?

that was were I should have
let it go but he made love to me
gently like a new bride.
I wept in happy joy.
as he stole my heart.
I fell asleep in his arms
and felt as safe as a child
in her father's arms.

we were inseparable
for the next four weeks.
we toured beautiful Italy
and made love in every city.
Then it dawned on me
I was in love with him.
So much in love.

I had to fly back to the States.
my ticket was fixed my job
was expecting me back.
I said what I going to do with you jude.
he said I can't lose you Abby.
I will come for you to America.
he stood four hours
watching the taillights
on the jet fade into the horizon.

three months later

Abby opened the door of her apartment.
he stood there so beautiful.
A rose in his hand.
I got a visa for the states
I can stay.
Abby took him into her bed
and they never left it for a day.

A year later

they were taking a walk
down fifth avenue
the baby was sleeping
in the stroller.
the winter was starting
and some snowflakes
we're already flying.
Christmas Carols lilted
in the distance.
He held Abby close
and kissed her.
saying I love you so much honey.
Abby smiled her prettiest smile
for her englishman.
not as much as l love you she said
in their routine mantra.
And there in the busy street
full of countless people in a hurry.
He walked into her heart
and found a place
where fate had made for only him.
And a home where he would never leave.

What do you think love is?
she said.
I answer.
I think love is a beautiful
fallen angel.
Her wings lost
and now earthbound.
With flaxen blond hair
that lifts in the soft breeze.
She stands forlorn
on the top of a hill.
With eyes as blue
as the summer sky.
And a gentle smile
that speaks tenderness.
She speaks softly
in beautiful untruths
Saying she will
teach me how fly
When her wings
are returned.
I say love is you
my fallen angel
The only one
who can make my
lonely heart sing.

I love you man.
A Story From Nam

We were seventeen or eighteen in Nam
we became friends forever.
No more than friends.
Soldiers get closer than wives.
We went to sleep saying
I love you man.
We switched letters
For our girlfriends.
In case… well just in case.

The bullets rained
in the clearing that night.
I can still see the tracer lights.
Guys fell down all around me.
Crying everywhere.
Air power cleared them away.

I looked for Joe he was lay there.
I held him close
like a baby as he left us.
His last words
I love you man.
I whispered to him
Not as much
as I love you Man
.
I did not notice I had been hit.
After six months I returned home.
In West Virginia his beautiful girl
Opened the door of a small trailer.
She had a baby boy in her arms.
Her blue eyes welled with tears.
I passed the unopened letter to her.
I lied and said the blood
on it was mine.

She passed the baby
to me to hold
As she read the letter.
I kissed his tiny forehead.
And said see buddy
You’re not dead at all
I love you Man.

Ma’am

I remember the first time I met her
At the orphanage.
I was a lifer
who wants to adopt fourteen
year old boys?
Apparently no one.

She was so beautiful
and had the most angelic face.
Oh! her smile
it was like bright sunshine.

Unsure of how to address a Nun
I always called her Ma’am.
She did not seem to mind.

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.

I have never seen as much kindness
before or since.
It flowed from her.

She stopped me running away again,
and taught me how to read books,
great books by important authors.
To learn poetry and talk about
its meaning.

At this point I knew I loved her.
That confusing rite of passage
between boyhood and manhood.
She took me to the mission where
the homeless lived and we served
in the free kitchen.
I would follow her anywhere
to be by her side.

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 explained gently
to my young heart.
that she was already
married to her faith.
Showing me her gold ring.

She died a few years later
her letters stopped coming.
It was a bout of malaria.

Now when I feel alone
or sad.
I open an old shoe box
and read her stacks of letters

one by one.
Always in the order
that she sent them to me.
And as usual
I feel warm and safe  again.

I am a unique color.
There's not one
like it anywhere in this world.
I suppose you would need
to meet me to see if it was
the exact hue you needed.
In a perfect world there is
someone out there who does.
I am looking for compatibility.
where my color compliments yours.
There must be an artist
who needs exactly my color
to complete their
perfect painting

He was lonely he knew this
Even though he had the five children.
she had gone
her sickness  had won.
She tried so hard
to keep it from him.
But he knew……
.....he knew.
He had resigned homes himself
that no one else would ever
take her place.
Not the space
in his heart that she held.
That was timeless just for her
only her.
But he was lonely.
It had been three years.
A man was not designed
to live alone.
The lady next door
had just moved in.
She had three children
and he saw no husband.
She was very attractive.
he sighed
but who wants a man with
with five kds.
Apparently no one
his last on line date
stopped in her tracks
when he mentioned his five kids.
She made an excuse
to visit the ladies room
and never returned to the table.

He was sat in his hot tub
the kids asleep at last.
She appeared in front of him
holding a bottle of wine.
Mind if I join you she asked.
He looked into her beautiful eyes.
Not at all
but I am naked he blushed.
I was not expecting company
he explained.
She slipped her robe off
and she was naked too.
She stepped into the hot tub.
Naked as he was.
Don't get the wrong idea
she warned.
I wont he sighed.
fate had dealt him him a losing
hand with the ladies.
Well what do think she said
courting a complement.
He whispered softly
almost blushing.
You have beautiful breast.
She smiled
and said
do you ever get lonely?
He answered
only when
my five kids go to bed.
May as well lay
the naked truth out now
five kids.
Are you lonely now?
she asked.
blushing he nodded yes.
very lonely.

A year later

They were having
a backyard barbeque
two of their nine kids
had a birthday on the same day.
The ninth was a tiny baby girl.
Thier new addition
to the tribe.
she watched him.
He held her like gold
in his arms.
It was obvious
he loved her so much.
She said I love you honey
so much.
He looked up into her blue eyes
noticed the grey specks in them
that took his breath away
almost every night.
And said
Not as much as I love you darling.

Amillion miles away
in another universe
.That knows no
darkness or pain
his wife smiled
and blew him a kiss.
whispering
thanks for looking after
my babies my love.

April

A perfect blend of earth and sky
Nature’s paintings gone awry
Songbirds singing everywhere
Morning chorus awakens the air

Swallows chaffinch and cardinal
Bluebird lark and thrush and quail
The gentle lilting nightingale
Buzzing insects everywhere abound

Waiting patiently for spring
Crowds of Daffodils make my heart sing
Taking all my cares away
Gifting me a perfect day

I was just a young girl when I met him
We were at the rock quarry pool.
Sat on a man made cliff
from stones taken
before I was born.

I stepped down to the ledge.
And looked down into the black water.
Which now looked a mile below.
Hanging onto a rock I was frozen
Like a deer in the night headlight beam.

Friends splashed into the water way below.
Shouting encouragement for me to jump.
But my legs turned to jelly
I could not climb up or jump down.
I was in the vice grip of all my failures.

He climbed up the rock face
The nerdy kid in my grade twelve class.
He was great at math and science
Wore thick glasses a bit of an outcast.

He reached my ledge of terror
I gripped his arm so tightly
He said softly don't be afraid
I am here and nothing will hurt you
I promise.

He was the smartest kid in the class
How do you know ?
I asked.
Because you are strong and can do anything
You have brains talent and good looks.
You are destined for greatness.
I just have brains he laughed
I am destined make others rich.

Now hold my hand
And we shall jump in together
He gripped my hand and it felt
Wonderfully safe.

On three he said softly.
What if we die I whimpered.
Then I shall die holding
The hand of the most beautiful girl
In the school he said almost smiling.
On three he said you count
One….t wo……...two and a half……...three

I felt myself falling falling falling.
Holding his hand all the way down.
It was so safe.
we slipped into the cold water

And we're in an embrace
when we surfaced
Everyone was cheering.

What I did not know
I was falling falling falling for him.
We finished college together
He became my first lover
And we married young
And had three of smartest children
Who fortunately got my looks
and his beautiful heart.

She did to me.
That what springtime
does to apple and cherry trees.
My heart blossoms in wonder
after only a single kiss.

I try to explain to her
That it would take a
thousand Rembrandts
to capture her beauty
on canvas.

But she put her finger
Onto my lips and quietened me.
I want to smell the fragrance
of your blossoms
Each time I kiss you
She whispered.

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.

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.

Her soft Italian accent
Still haunts my dreams.
I did not know she was love.
Love had never called on me before.
Suddenly all I ever needed or
dreamed of and wanted.
was here in my waking world.

She was soft and romantic.
In the half-light of sleeping
I would watch over her.
A vigil to my sweet gentle lover.
For her *******
was natural as breathing.
She held the promise
of all her femininity
In everything she did.

She bore my children.
And gave me romance
until the day she died.
I did not understand
love until she taught it to me
with her sweetness
and tenderness.

Even in her resting place
The flowers turn towards her
feeling her warmth
even in death.

I do not need for love
to call on me again.
For love has been
and still lives in my heart.

I speak to her softly.
Each night in her native Italian
Addio, amore mi.
Farewell my love.

Lovers Glow

*Back at work after her honeymoon
she had a radiance
that flowed from her smile.

As she entered the room
we all turned to her shining glow
looking for the door
that would let us inside it.

There was some kind of invisible
golden light that emitted from her heart.
Even the flowers noticed her
in their silent curiosity.

And if the those lovebirds the doves
had had been there.
They would have cooed in delight.
Each one of us, even the lonely
have a small fire burning inside.
Hoping that one day it will be
set to a blazing inferno by someone.
In the present moment

My darling
if ever any other woman were to  kiss me
all she would taste is you.

She has dedicated her existence to love
affection craved and never withheld.
Living in a dreamlike state of untruths
that to her were as honest as the sunlight.
In dreams she lies in green meadows
the wind curving the golden barley.
Her heart is as permanent as the stones
her love unlimited and free.
She knew men that she called lovers.
They drained their needs and desires
Into her and she loved them.
She bore their children and gave them all.
When they left her she lost a small piece
of her heart.
Sometimes they took a big piece.
After many years she had none left to give.
But still she gave herself to them.
When she died she lay rested.
Below the swaying branches
Of the weeping willow.
And all the flowers turned to her grave
To bask within
her warmth even in death

she looked at me
her eyes were wild.
I wondered what on earth
have I done.
we had been dating five years
I have never seen her like this.
she shouted at me.
she never shouts.
you can marry me now
my clock is ticking
I want a family and home.
if you don't do it
you can go your way
and I can go my way.
I was roused
passions flying high
my face red
I said alright
if that's what you want.
you can go your way
and I will go your way too.

Why are your Poems So Dark Jude?

It’s not just my poems dear reader.
Everything has darkness.
The moon has a dark side.
That is hidden from view.
When the maker cried
Let there be light.
He left the darkness of night.
Even the purity of the poets
crisp white  page
Is nothing
without the spilt black letters
of his heart.
I think you may have wished
to ask of me
Are you so sad Jude.
I answer quietly.
I am like the moon
My darkness is not in view.

I love you man
A Story From Nam

We were seventeen or eighteen in Nam
we became friends forever.
No more than friends.
Soldiers get closer than wives.
We went to sleep saying
I love you man.
We switched letters
For our girlfriends.
In case… well just in case.

The bullets rained
in the clearing that night.
I can still see the tracer lights.
Guys fell down all around me.
Crying everywhere.
Air power cleared them away.

I looked for Joe he was lay there.
I held him close
like a baby as he left us.
His last words
I love you man.
I whispered to him
Not as much
as I love you Man
.
I did not notice I had been hit.
After six months I returned home.
In West Virginia his beautiful girl
Opened the door of a small trailer.
She had a baby boy in her arms.
Her blue eyes welled with tears.
I passed the unopened letter to her.
I lied and said the blood
on it was mine.

She passed the baby
to me to hold
As she read the letter.
I kissed his tiny forehead.
And said see buddy
You’re not dead at all
I love you Man

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.

9She was about six.
That age of ceaseless question's.
Here it came. the doozy.
Mommy where did I come from.?
I should have been better prepared.
She had caught me off my guard.
Do I make this a biology lesson.
Full of penisses and vaginas.
Or does she deserve the hard truth.?
I rationalize the truth is always better.
You come from the snows of the
Canadian rockies.
Cold winter days
And nights.
where I ached for your father.
Love on the bed
and kitchen table.
Underwear strewn
about the house.
Burning in fires
that needed quenching.
Even when making
apple crumble in the kitchen.

Her eyes looked quizzically at me .
demanding a better answer.
She said
Mom so babies come
from apple crumble?
I said yes honey
From apple crumble

Thank You For The Music*
A story of chance and circumstance
and perhaps fortunate Serendipity


I was born in the waves of music.
So long ago now.
When the music was faint,
barely audible, almost silent.
I was an accident but a beautiful one.
But still an accident.
She was a concert pianist
very young and beautiful
I forgot to mention talented.
He was a guitar player in a rock band.
They should have hated each other
but then that's where I came in
they didn't.
Her father was a control freak
all he could see was her career.
After my parents met
it was something at first sight.
They slept together
on a bench on a new York rooftop.
I guess you could say
that's where I really came in.
Her father took her away
to her recital in California.
she did not even know his name.
I found out later
she never married
nor did he.
When Mom found she was pregnant
her father said it must be adopted.
I became it instead of the baby
or my grandson or even the boy.
Mom had an accident
after the news she was
to put me up for adoption.
She ran into the street
and a bike courier hit her hard.
I was born
but her father
I still cannot call him grandfather.
forged her name on adoption papers.
when she woke up in the hospital
he said the baby was lost.and
that I did not make it.
I was put into the orphanage.
I never got adopted
I guess I was bit weird.
No, I really know I was different.
I listened to music everywhere
in the grass the streets inside the wind.
and I knew somehow
She was out there.
I could feel it.
A couple came to adopt me
but I said no thanks
I already have a Mom.
She will find me I am sure.
I became a musical prodigy at seven.
I could write new music without lessons.
I had been taught by nature"s friends
The beat of the street and the whisper of the wind
the rustle of the long free meadow grass.
I could play any instrument
you threw at me.
the nuns at the orphanage
sent me to Julliard.
I was their youngest student at nine.
Then her father confessed
what he had done on his deathbed.
Mom searched and searched
until she released the adoption papers
with the forged signature.
she saw my photo for the first time.
she said that's him.
at Julliard, I wrote a symphony.
it was put forward to play
in central park for best new young composers.
The moon played
its music loud that night.
The park was full
and she was playing
the concert piano.
when my music played
it awakened in her heart.
I could see her feeling it
she felt me.
She felt my music.
She felt her son.
The concert finished
they called me to the stage
to take a bow.
but she came to me
in her beautiful gown.
she was so pretty.
she held me in her arms
I felt for the first time
the softness of my mother.
her eye makeup
was running down
her beautiful face.
is it..is it you? she asked.
I kissed her cheek
and whispered yes Mom.
It's me.
Thank you for the music.

The sky lost blue
in favor of magenta that day.
She was dreaming
again of romance and love.
Of hands about her waist
in the kitchen.
Her bed hot with his passion for her
She wanted fire and excitement
She never noticed ordinary old me.
I was her only confident?
Yes  her best friend.
Watch my lips honey
they whisper love.
So much what you need.
So much what I want.
Last night she went to the bar
Once again seeking
Blue eyes and a smile
of heats promise?
She ignored my lips
that were ready
to explode my love for her.
My needs for herv
all in her body?
For the casual smile
of a handsome stranger.
Who would take
her needs and wants
And use them
to pleasure himself.
Why can’t she see
its me she needs
It’s me who can
put fire in her bed.
And hands about her waist
As she cooks pasta for dinner.
Or needs a hug
its me only me?
I know I have the thing
she needs most.
A heart that is full of love
Just for her.

Nightglow A Summer Song
By
Jude Kyrie


*The perfume of summer
falls sweetly into the night air.
If I breathe softly
I catch the fragrance
of my lover’s hair.
And this nocturnal dampness
shall hold me here transfixed
throughout the last shadows
of nightfall.
If heaven were to fill my
glass with ambrosia.
And I were to drain it
in a single swallow.
This Nightglow would still see me
standing sober and mellow.
My eyes fixed upon the heady bloom
of the summer moon.
The wild clematis and honeysuckle
tangled in its gentle light.
Sleep shall remain far away.
As I swallow the last of the
honeyed sweetness
of this nightglow.

It’s 4 am the blue man
Is playing his alto sax.
It wails like a broken heart.
Sleep is calling but
I don’t listen.
I know you can feel me
I know it.
My heart is singing love songs
For you
Only for you.
If I close my eyes
and feel the sax
I see you slide
into my bed.
Looking for the door
into my heart.
I always leave it open
even now.
Now and  again
an imposter comes
but  it  is not you.
Only some ghost
With a broken heart
Looking for a place to live.
The mellow notes haunt me.
I see your colors in the music.
They are the ones I need
to complete my painting.
Without them it will hang
In the gallery of my soul
Entitled
his last uncompleted work.

Hear the pitter patter
Of feet rushing on the stairs
Rushing here and rushing there
Going only God knows where.

Sublime youth has feet that are nimble
Old Aged feet creep instead
One off to dance lives excitement
The other off to bed

Life is a huge long stairway
A long and winding stair
Forever rushing up and down it
Going God knows where

How We Laughed
a 9/11 story
by
Jude Kyrie


We laughed away our silly childhood
Swimming laughing all we could
laughing playing everyday
Together Covered in mud

We laughed all day
at a silly song.
You threw my homework
In the pond.

We laughed so much
I peed my pants
In a pool on the floor.
We laughed at everything
Everything that we saw.

After finals you threw your *******
from the car
And then I threw out mine
We got a ticket from the policeman
And laughed as we paid the fine.

We dumped two losers
on a date
Then went off to graduate.

The we both got wedding rings
Our bellies grew and grew.
How fast the time did fly
You laughed and laughed
And said at last
Weve learned how to multiply

In business you laughed
your way to the top
Who would haved guessed
You were to be the big  success

Then on 9/11 the planes came down.
And the towers turned to ash
You died and the world
Is  now a sadder place
Oh God!
How I miss your laugh

The Last of the Maytime blossoms.
By
Jude Kyrie

She opened her eyes
as the noise on the stairs
awakens her.
At least she is still
here she muses.
The cat mews
as the noise passes her
on the stairs
.
Even from the distance
to her room .
She can smell springtime
it is like a last gift.
The bedroom door opens.
And her fading senses
are overloaded
with beautiful fragrance.
It is Ben her husband
His arms are loaded
with branches of
cherry blossoms
in full bloom.

In her head for
just a single moment.
She is a little girl again
Wearing her
White communion dress.

In the background
Children’s voices
From a long past time
Singing softly
her favorite
May time Hymn.

"O Mary! we crown thee
with blossoms today,
Queen of the Angels,
and Queen of the May"

She was a child again
Walking along
a misty pathway.
Around her
the fragrant blossoms
proliferate the trees.

A beautiful lady
gently took her hand.
As she looked behind
her so far away.
She saw the room
Where she lay
as if in sleep.
Ben was kissing her goodbye.
But she was happy
She knew now
the kiss was only farewell
She would see him again.

Life through a puppy's eyes


*Her new sofa does not smell of me.
I could *** on that.
Shes gone out
and left her computer
bag in the hall.
I could *** on that.
Her new boyfriend is sat
on my spot on the sofa.
I could *** on him.
Now she's got me on her lap
rubbing my tummy to make up
for everything.
I could *** on everything
I said above.

They walked on the snow covered city sidewalk
an old couple slowly gaited and unsure of their foothold.
Age had taken its toll
but the care for each other was unmistakable.

He stopped under the old streetlamp
she stopped and looked
into his kindly old face.
Holding her gently as always.
Looking into her grey eyes
still beautiful he thought
untouched by the ravages of time.

Do you remember? my love.
You smiled at me here so long ago.
so very long ago under this very lamp.
Her face lightened a smile flickered
He had always been romantic.
“yes, my darling I remember”.

The years fell away as leaves in the fall
and the icy world melted just for a moment.
In their moment of warmth,
he pulled her close to him.
Her body no longer old and frail
He felt the great woman inside her
the one he had loved forever.

I think of you in my dreams
join me in them, my love.
just for a moment.

It is forty-five years ago
You are wearing a gay printed summer dress
holding a single white rose
that I brought for you.

The music in the café plays a waltz.
It swells and halts
and elegant ladies
sit in red gilded chairs sipping coffee.

The summer breeze
of love blows into this room.
Your smile again enraptures my heart.
Your eyes darken as they find mine,
filling me with as yet unfulfilled promises.

We are drowning in the melody about us
the music takes our hearts and
shines them like the sunlight.
Just the single pure white rose
cupped in your hands.

She smiled at the memory.
Her visions sharing his
even after this long lifetime together.

"It is strange how one day
and a single white rose
can make lifetime lovers
from just friends."
she whispered.

Man Finds peace .                  Man loses fun
Man finds woman--                Man loses freedom
Man finds Freedom---            Man loses innocence
Man finds riches---                 Man loses friends
Man finds love----                   Man loses mind
Man finds truth-                 -- Man loses the deal
Man finds Christianity-        Man loses atheism
Man finds atheism-----          Man loses soul
Man finds girlfriend---         Man loses wife
Man finds wine--                - Man loses sobriety
Man finds contentment--- -Man loses drive
Man finds anger.              ---Man loses cool
Man finds gambling.        --Man loses money
Man finds sickness--         -Man loses health
Man finds old age---           Man loses hair
Man finds death---             Man loses life*


Newtons Law -
-For every action there is an equal
and opposite reaction-
-ie Newtons *****-
No not that  the eight on string
that click clack both ways on execs desk-
- LOL Jude