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Jude kyrie Mar 2016
I think back
I remember my eyelashes
fluttering on her breast
like the wings of a bird.
my tongue finding her cleavage
tracing her curves.
fingertips on her skin
her teeth nibbling my neck
somewhere in a land
between pain and ******
I remember
I remember
Oh God
how I remember
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
I need a kiss or at least a hug
someone to hold me tight
and say its all going to be alright.
or even a quick
I love you honey.

the kids are sick again
the dogs got fleas
my husband is moaning
his dinner is cold.

I mess up the tv remote
he laughs condescendingly
and fixex it in a heartbeat
I want to dump the lot of them
and run away to live in the islands

The next day I  get splashed
by a rude driver
mud all over my new coat.
is this all there is?

But just as I reach
the point of despair.
I pass a dress shop window
full of size zero manequins
with skinny superior looks.
All dressed in designer dresses.

And i see my reflection.
My hair wild and free
flowing in the breeze.
I look fantastic
the great  woman
my mom brought up.
the woman I want to be.
She is fantastic
awesome.
I smile and wave at her.
and shout silently.
I remember you honey.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
sitting in the family room
*struggling with the tv remote
my husband fixes it
in a hearbeat giving me
a superior smile.
Then the dog walks through
the house with muddy paws.
My young son needs
his diaper changed.
my husband moaning
his supper is cold.
I am ready to weep.
is this all there is?
I want a vacation
No chidren a kiss
someone to say
its all going to be alright.
or even just
I love you honey.

The next day I get splashed
on the town sidewalk
by a passing car the water
muddy and cold all over
my new coat.
is this life?
is tbis all there is.?

But there are moments
when I catch my reflection
in a store window
in front of the superior manequins.
with size zero figures.
and deprecating faces.
I see the wind blowing in my hair
I see the real woman
who I always wanted to be.
Her smile is magical
she is **** and awesome.
her size fourteen figure
real and curvy.
this woman rocks
I love her.
I wave back at her
and whisper
I remember you honey
I love real women
God bless you all
Jude

BTW this was just Jude exploring his feminine side.
he still does not bat for the other team lol
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
Through the foggy twisted
country lanes of time.
So long ago.
I can see you asking for my hand
in marriage. .
My first reaction was to say no.
But the winter moon had paled
and given way to springtime.
Mother nature had filled
the green pasture with
new born lambs.
Because I knew what I wanted.
Because I knew nothing at all.
Because my father
thought you were lazy.
And my mother thought
I could do better.
Because you took my innocence
when you first took me.
But mostly
because you were gentle
and would give me space to grow.
And that on far away
Sunday mornings.
You would bring me
tea and toast in bed
I said yes.
Jude kyrie May 2016
I should not have asked for………..

Somewhere a clock is ticking
Even from across the world
Its ticks deafen me.
Endless silence drags on time
A second feels as like an hour.

I am sitting alone next to
an angry silent telephone
Angry as you are
As silent as you are.

If you don't talk to me
The rainbow will lose its colors
The  night tbird will stop its song
And the sun will hide behind
Dark grey clouds.

I should not have asked
for your heart
It was yours not mine
The scars left when
you gave it to me
Were too much
for you to give.

If you don't tak to me
No songs will be written
No Poetry will rhyme
Amd my silence
will fill the world

I should not have asked
for your soul.
It is your infinity.
Your redemption not mine.

The silence grows louder
The winds of darkness blow
I taste the unknown fruit
All that is left in the world
Is silence
And my love for you.
Jude kyrie Oct 2016
The heat in the concrete city is oppressive.
Only two days left two sleeps.
And we will go to the island for a holiday.
Dad gets two weeks from every August.

We leave Manchester
and it's smoke stained walls.
And drive to Anglesey
on the north west corner of Wales.

Every year to the extremity
of the land to the irish sea.
I am fourteen my sister is ten
We will be away from the city

Where a fishing boat means a tin can
With a Johnson 9.9 putting behind it.
There is fresh sea air
Clear waters teaming with mackerel.

We will catch a bucket full
Mom will fry them
and serve them with butter.

Fresh from the farm
just down the lane.
The eggs come
from happy chickens.
That strut around a farmyard.
That reeks of animal poo.

I sit on the beach
And watch the girls playing ball
They are beautiful.
But I am lost in the no man's land
Between boy and man.

I notice her shake her hair
It's blonde and has natural waves.
Her bikini starting to fill out.
She looks way too unattainable for me.

But I watch her and she notices.
That was the summer
I kissed a girl for the first time.
In the barley fields.
Hidden by the grass from
anyone but God to see.

I fell in love with her
And it broke my heart
For the first time
When we left to go home.

Then I was twenty four
I went back to Anglesey
And sat on the beach
Watching the boys
watching the girls
play ball.

A shadow fell across me.
The bright sun behind her
Her hair was blonde
And naturally wavy.
She was beautiful
Hello again she said.
May I sit here
Yes of course please join me.

I am thirty
Not much changes
on the summer beach
At Anglesey.
I sit watching my children
play in a rock pool.

A boy and a girl .
The boy looks a lot like me
But the girl
looks like my beautiful wife.
Her hair is long and blonde.
With natural waves in it
Framed and highlighted
by the summer sun.
Yes it was her
Smiles
Jude
Jude kyrie Jul 2016
​ ​I​ ​spent​ ​the​ ​day​ ​with​ ​God​ ​today.
He​ ​gave​ ​me​ ​a​ ​warm​ ​smile
from​ ​his​ ​beautiful​ ​rising​ ​sun
later​ ​in​ ​a​ ​beautiful​ ​pristine​ ​lake
he​ ​humbly​ ​washed​ ​my​ ​sins​ ​away
in​ ​waters​ ​so​ ​pure​ ​and​ ​sweet.

We​ ​saw​ ​two​ ​of​ ​his​ ​white​ ​doves
In​ ​the​ ​woodlands.
He​ ​told​ ​me​ ​they​ ​were​ ​his​ ​favorite​ ​birds
Because​ ​they​ ​left​ ​the​ ​multitudes
Of​ ​their​ ​flocks​ ​to​ ​be​ ​peaceful​ ​symbols  
of​ ​love​ ​and​ ​devotion
​ ​mating​ ​with​ ​each​ ​other​ ​for​ ​life.

The​ ​day​ ​turned​ ​dark​ ​and​ ​grey
The​ ​torrents​ ​of​ ​rain​ ​fell​ ​in​ ​a​ ​deluge.
But​ ​all​ ​of​ ​a​ ​sudden  
he​ ​sent​ ​the​ ​warm​ ​sunlight
​ ​streaming​ ​in​ ​bright​ ​rays
​ ​through​ ​the​ ​broken​ ​clouds.
Reminding​ ​me​ ​that​ ​​ ​he​ ​always  
had​ ​bright​ ​lights
For​ ​even​ ​our​ ​darkest​ ​moments.

Just​ ​as​ ​the​ ​day​ ​was​ ​ending
He​ ​changed​ ​the​ ​horizon  
to​ ​a​ ​beautiful​ ​magenta  
and​ ​let​ ​his​ ​golden​ ​sun
​ ​fall​ ​over​ ​the​ ​end​ ​of​ ​day.

He​ ​whispered​ ​good​ ​night
With​ ​a​ ​soft​ ​jasmine​ ​filled​ ​breeze
I​ ​said​ ​softly​ ​i​ ​love​ ​you​ ​God
I​ ​love​ ​how​ ​I​ ​feel  
when​ ​you​ ​are​ ​close​ ​to​ ​me.
Don’t​ ​be​ ​a​ ​stranger​ ​God
Come​ ​back​ ​and​ ​see​ ​me​ ​soon
Jude kyrie Sep 2016
Many years ago.
She said.
Everything is temporary.
Nothing is permanent.
We are but moments.
Before we pass
and fade away.

But I kissed her hungrily.
We made love like
animals in the wildest jungle.
And lay in each other arms
Spent and contented.
She said.

Maybe we all pass away.
But I want to spend
all my time
that's left with you.
Don't waste your heartbeats
Use them or lose them.
Heartbeat's are made that way.
Judr
Jude kyrie Oct 2016
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.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
I remember back then
We were so young.
I wrote love poems for you.
They were beautiful just like you.
And I wrote them only for you.

I waited at the old railway station.
For your train to arrive from the city.
The noisy trains and ***** station
Went unnoticed when you
Stepped to the platform Your
Bright yellow dress like a sun.

God! I loved you so much.
And it is cruel that I still do.
You threw yourself
into my arms then
and into my heart forever.

You want your freedom now
I do not beg of you to stay.
Blowing flames from the ashes
Of what was once us.

Leave me then
take all we have.
I do not want it anymore.
Make a final journey
to the old railway station.
Board the next train
to the city lights.

I shall remain here forever alone.
Writing beautiful love poems.
Still all for you.
poems that I know
you will never understand.
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
I think I love her too much.
Once I did not think
that was possible.
But it is.
I count her heartbeats
In the night
like seconds
ticking on a clock.
Afraid they are being
used up and
will run out.
When we kiss
I pull her
so close to me
so tight it hurts.
Each kiss like
a morsel of food
to a starving mans
insatiable hunger.
Even when apart
I hear our  hearts
beating as one.
Inside each others chest.
Like two planes
destined to crash
in mid air.
Leaving only
the aftermath
of silence.
Jude kyrie Jan 2016
I thought you were so pretty
When I looked into your eyes
and your lovely  smile beguiled me
In the music of your sighs.

I thought that you were so pretty
When you gazed up at the moon
And the music of the night song
Played softly loves sweet tune.

I thought that you were so pretty
Until I heard the whispers of your pleas
That offered me your undying love.
Then you became beautiful to me.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
Her words struck me like a cobra.
It’s not you love its me
The venom of the snake bite
swirled in my blood.
I was losing my life.
My heart it tried to pump
blood and move oxygen
into my lungs.
But it failed instead
in the searing pain of shock.
I want to faint but I can’t.
If I faint the pain will stop.
But my soul is screaming for air.
This is like a heart attack.
One moment you are reading
a book the next
gasping on the floor
clutching your chest.
It’s not you love its me.
How self absorbed you are.
Like your choices
are the only ones that matter.
I look at my chest
someone has ripped
that part of you
I thought was mine
right out of my heart.
Then it all came to me.
You were never
in my heart at all.
Always Into yourself.
you are you and I am me.
The silence in the room
became deafening.
Hearts fall to pieces
quietly like this.
Its screams of agony
are silent and inside itself.
The door clicked quietly.
As you left with your suitcase
in your hand.
I wondered
what you would do
when you opened it later
and found my heart inside
Jude kyrie Nov 2015
I sit in my chair quietly observing you
the world rolls by you like a babbling brook.
you are fixing a  torn seam in the kids shirt.
I can feel the stregnth of you radiating
in our small family room.

I cannot remember when I had to worry
about the kids you handling everything.
I think how we are always short of money
yet magically  you  always seem to manage
never complaining.

the news on the tv shows mayhem and violence.
it passes you by unoticed as you keep
us all protected and safe.
for a moment I am filled with humility
seeing the stregnth of your spirit

I see the great woman you are.
the safe harbour I rest in.
the sun glowing at the center
of my small universe.
its no wonder I love you.
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
I sit in my chair quietly observing you
the world rolls by you like a babbling brook.
you are fixing a  torn seam in the kids shirt.
I can feel the stregnth of you radiating
in our small family room.

I cannot remember when I had to worry
about the kids you handling everything.
I think how we are always short of money
yet magically  you  always seem to manage
never complaining.

the news on the tv shows mayhem and violence.
it passes you by unoticed as you keep
us all protected and safe.
for a moment I am filled with humility
seeing the stregnth of your spirit

I see the great woman you are.
the safe harbour I rest in.
the sun glowing at the center
of my small universe.
its no wonder I love you.
Jude kyrie Apr 2016
Sitting silently in my chair
watching you intently.
quietly so that you do not
notice my observing.
The years have run by like a deer
No matter what issue
we face you stay calm.
Deal with it and let it pass.
I see you as the glue
that holds this place together.
I do not remember the last time
I had to worry about the children..
The newscast shows carnage and death.
It flickers across your face unnoticed.
Wearing your silence
like a comfortable Sunday sweater.
I wonder sometimes
just what you are thinking about.
All I know is the fact
you are the island I need.
Peaceful and solid, the anchor
that holds me safe in this harbor.
You have the strength
I borrow to face adversity.
You are the sun at the center
of my small universe.
It’s no wonder I love you.
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
The rain is relentless
Is there no end to its
endless weeping?
It knows you are
gone from me.
I know this.
For in the ruins of my heart
It is sharing my grief
Jude kyrie May 2016
He was so very ordinary.
No movie star  looks about him.
Not my type at all really.
But he waited outside
My small flat in the
torrential Seattle rain
day after day.
Drenched to the skin
until I gave  in.
He just wore me down….

I have no idea why
I married him.
Perhaps because he
cried when Bambi's
mother died.
Or because
he was so gentle.
And I Knew he
would never try
to Control me.

He made me laugh.
Always knowing how
to turn around
my many dark moods
So often sad and broken.
How did he
always make me
feel so beautiful.?

Even when
the sickness came.
He tried to
hide it from me.
But I knew….I knew.

I have lost him now
And my world
is not such a happy place.

Over the passing years.
I have acted out the
Choreographed movements
Of love with other imposters.
But.
When the evening shadows
turned to darkness.
And I was alone
In my bed.
It was you.
Always you honey.
Only you.
Knew how
to fix me,
Jude kyrie Oct 2015
Remember my love
I asked you for the dance
so many years ago now.
More years than leaves
blowing in the fall wind.
I was fascinated

You saw the glow in my eyes
all that my poor heart
could not conceal.
You could see I know
I was just fascinated
you were so lovely.
All that I ever wanted
All I ever needed.

Your hair had the
fragrance of moonlight.
Your head rested
upon my shoulder.
Your eyes closed
my lips kissed your hair.
we waltzed to Nat King Cole
His velvet voice crooned softly.
It became our song my love
Fascination
Always Fascination.

i can close my eyes
even now my darling.
Come dance with me once more.
On our kitchen dance floor.
I will sing fascination
for you my angel.
Softly in Nats whisper
And let me tell you again
How my fascination
turned to love
sing it low and sweetly
For my forever love.


**"It was fascination
I know
Seeing you alone
With the moonlight above
Then I touch your hand
And next moment
I kiss you
Fascination turned to love"
Jude kyrie Feb 2016
Remember my love
I asked you for the dance
so many years ago now.
More years than leaves
blowing in the fall wind.
I was fascinated

You saw the glow in my eyes
all that my poor heart
could not conceal.
You could see I know
I was just fascinated
you were so lovely.
All that I ever wanted
All I ever needed.

Your hair had the
fragrance of moonlight.
Your head rested
upon my shoulder.
Your eyes closed
my lips kissed your hair.
we waltzed to Nat King Cole
His velvet voice crooned softly.
It became our song my love
Fascination
Always Fascination.

i can close my eyes
even now my darling.
Come dance with me once more.
On our kitchen dance floor.
I will sing fascination
for you my angel.
Softly in Nats whisper
And let me tell you again
How my fascination
turned to love

I sing it low and sweetly
For my forever love.

*It was fascination
I know
Seeing you alone
With the moonlight above
Then I touch your hand
And next moment
I kiss you
Fascination turned to love
always loved that song
jude
Jude kyrie Apr 2016
It was raining the moment
that I fell in love with him.
He was writing a sad poem.
He said it's easier to find
the words when the sky weeps.
I told him I walk in the rain
sometimes to wash the world
from my heart.
he asked me to play him
into my music
to write him in a song
that would be an old standard.
To lose him inside its soft lyrics.
To play his song everyday
of my life.
I touched his beautiful eyes
wet as the drifting lazy rain.
And my heart whispered
I love you so much.
Are you sure
it's not just the rain
he asked.
My lips met his
and he entered the door
in my heart
that I had left open
for so long.
As he entered
He saw the rain inside.
and I quietly closed
it behind him.
for the first moments
of our last forever.
Jude kyrie Jan 2016
It wont **** You They Said
When you left me
My friends gathered around.
Living without her won’t **** you.
They said.
But what won’t **** me
Aches day and night inside my chest.
What won’t **** me
Has tears running down my face.
What won’t **** me
Fills me with scars that never heal.
What won’t **** me
Makes me hide away from the world
What won’t **** me
Makes me want to **** myself
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
I knew I would find you
That you would come to me.
I have seen you
In lonely waiting dreams.
You saw me with my
arms reaching for you.
holding them out
until they ached.
But I never doubted
 that you would come to me.
Just as sure as I knew
the stars were there.
Even in the daytime
When no one can see them.
Jude kyrie Jan 2016
I Want to Be Your Man

If you need a tender lover
I will do all you ever want.
If you’re hungry and need food
I will be your restaurant.
If you want to vent your anger
I will take it all and stand.
If you want a lifetime partner
Here my love, take my hand.
I want to be your man.
Jude kyrie Jan 2016
I want to whisper I love you
But that would not feel quiet right
Because I love you
Means we’re falling
And your afraid of heights.
Jude kyrie Oct 2015
I will love you
in the downy softness
of falling blossoms
on a spring day.
I will love you
when lost at sea
in the eye
of a hurricane.
And the depths
of the oceans
call our souls.
Jude kyrie Nov 2015
Sometimes
When the light softens
Into a glowing bloom of flowers.
The world just for a moment
Stops its crazy eternal spinning.
And I turn quietly in reverence.
And I watch you so quietly
you do not see me looking at you.
You are fixing the kids clothes
Or preparing a meal in the kichen
Or stuck in the middle
Of a hundred thankless task.
I try to remember the last time
You complained
but I cannot remember.
I try to think of when I
last told you I loved you
I cannot remember that either.
All of a sudden
I want to learn to write poetry
And say
You are the glue that holds
us all together my love.
You are the strength that
I need to get me
through adversity.
The safe harbor from which
I shelter from raging  storms.
You are the sun at the centre
of my small universe.
I know I have not said it lately.
But I love you so much honey.
I don’t think
this was really a poem.
But it should be.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
I wish I could write you a love poem honey.

By Jude Kyrie

*Sometimes
When the light softens
Into a glowing bloom of flowers.
The world just for a moment
Stops its crazy eternal spinning.
And I turn quietly in reverence.
And I watch you so quietly
you do not see me looking at you.
You are fixing the kids clothes
or preparing a meal in the kichen
or stuck in the middle
of a hundred thankless task.
I try to remember the last time
that you complained
but I cannot remember.
I try to think of when I
last told you I loved you.
I cannot remember that either.
All of a sudden
I want to learn to write poetry
And say in poetic words.
You are the glue that holds
us all together my love.
You are the strength that
I need to get me
through adversity.
The safe harbor from which
I shelter from raging  storms.
You are the sun at the centre
of my small universe.
I know I have not said it lately.
But I love you so much honey.
I don’t think
this was really a love poem.
But it should be
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
I want to be a book.
Full of romance and love.
With a **** looking cover
that everyone will pick up
to review in the book store.
I want them all to read my book.
I want to find the one avid reader
Out of them all.
That loves my story
Finds it  such a page turner
they can necer put it down.
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
I remember back then
We were so young.
I wrote love poems for you.
They were beautiful just like you.
And I wrote them only for you.

I waited at the old railway station.
For your train to arrive from the city.
The noisy trains and ***** station
Went unnoticed when you
Stepped to the platform Your
Bright yellow dress like a sun.

God! I loved you so much.
And it is cruel that I still do.
You threw yourself
into my arms then
and into my heart forever.

You want your freedom now
I do not beg of you to stay.
Blowing flames from the ashes
Of what was once us.

Leave me then
take all we have.
I do not want it anymore.
Make a final journey
to the old railway station.
Board the next train
to the city lights.

I shall remain here forever alone.
Writing beautiful love poems.
Still all for you.
poems that I know
you will never understand.
Jude kyrie Jan 2016
behind the churchyard grey and low
a stone wall where fragrant  Jasmine grows
its burnished green and tiny blooms
light up the darkness and the gloom.

away from noise of crowds and cars
the tiny white Jasmine stars
show joy and life and love like ours
oh! tiny bright sweet Jasmine stars

my heart once darker than these walls
answered the cry of your Jasmine calls
in our hearts  we joined never to part
blessed by lovely Jasmine stars.
Jude kyrie Jun 2016
Joe
You are my sunshine

The eldest of us all
He would pick me up after work
And sing to me I was his baby sister

You are my sunshine my only sunshine

I loved him so big and solid so good
I used to hug his neck as he lifted me
Like a feather in his arms
I love you Joe
I love you Sweetie

You make me happy when skies are grey

There was a war in far off  land
I do not understand wars
I just wanted my Joe

You never know dear how much I love you

He went away in a soldiers uniform
I waited at the gate for him every day
Come back Joe I miss you

Please don’t take my sunshine away

Two soldiers came today and talked to mom
She wept and held her head in her hands
At night in my sleep I see you Joe
You lift me up in your strong arms
So safe so loving so sweet
In the distance from a long way away
I hear your voice again Joe

You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
when skies are grey

I feel safe again Joe
I know your alright.
Written as my baby sister Irene
This is sadly a true story.
Rest in peace
All the Joe's
Who never got to come home.
Jude
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
You Are My Sunshine

Joe he was
the eldest of us all
He would pick me up after work
And sing to me I was his baby sister

You are my sunshine
my only sunshine


I loved Joe
so big and solid so good.
I used to hug his neck as he lifted me
Like a feather in his arms
I love you Joe
I love you too Sweetie

You make me happy when skies are grey

There was a war in far off  land
I do not understand wars
I just wanted my Joe

You never know dear how much I love you

He went away in a soldiers uniform
I waited at the gate for him every day
Come back Joe I miss you

Please don’t take my sunshine away

Two soldiers came today and talked to mom
She wept and held her head in her hands
At night in my sleep I see you Joe
You lift me up in your strong arms
So safe so loving so sweet
In the distance from a long way away
I hear your voice again Joe

You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
when skies are grey


I feel safe again Joe
I know your alright.
I love you joe
Joe was my brother
Irene is the little girl in the poem
she is my sister.
the story is factual.
And told through the eyes of my sister.
when she was a child
perhaps that's why I hate war so much.
Jude.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
I was sixteen.
but I looked eighteen.
She was nineteen.
The only thing we did
more than argue
was have ***.
She said she had
So much to teach me.
But at night her body
Was soaked in sadness.
She was drowning in it.
She held onto me so tightly
as drowning people
try to do
to keep afloat.
But all that really happens
Is the weight of two people.*
Just makes them sink faster.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
I am seventeen.
Her room is messy.
Underwear all hanging drying
In the bathroom.
The kitchen sink is
strewn with the dishes.
A half eaten pizza
on the kitchen table.
She seems sweet.
With a hunger for love.
Almost tenderness.
She undresses and invites
me to her bed.
Girls like her
are ten a penny.
But I do no not
know this yet.
Because she is the first.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
I am twenty.
I am in love I think.
She is beautiful.
But has a tongue
as sharp as a razor.
I should run away.
As fast as I can.
Instead I get out the
grindstone and
sharpen it more.
I think she is
Seeing other men.
We fight
She slashes me
with her tongue.
I throw a cup at the wall.
It smashes into shards.
Just to show her
what bad things
good people could do.
I break the silence.
I love you
I whisper.
What I should have said.
Was
Don't leave me
I hate sleeping alone.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
I was twenty four then.
I still remember it after
all this passing time.
Mornings are the worst.
At night I hold the down pillow
closely into my body
It has your fragrance on it.
It feels soft like you did in sleep.
I know
I can never feel your soft hair
drifting over my bare chest.
Or
Your leg finding mine in bed
sort of accidentally.
I wonder if you still
sing show tunes
in the shower.
The smashed photo frame
of us in love tells me for sure
your not coming back.
But I can't seem
to throw it out.
Sometimes the moon
shines its bloom into my bedroom.
I know it can see you sleeping
and maybe
It's just trying to tell me
that you are alright.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
She was ethereal in her beauty.
I always loved her of course.
But only from a respectful distance.
She collected glass animal's.
I always gave her one for birthdays.
She would kiss my cheek in thanks.
Not the kiss I craved but a kiss.
Her perfect French braids
framing her lovely face.
I fantasized unfastening them
Slowly so her hair flowed
Like the soft spring rain
washing my bare skin.
She would show me the
Intricate color mix
in her glass menagerie.
But I only saw the colors
of her hair her eyes her lips.
When the sickness came
Her skin became
taught and translucent like glass.
The weight loss
showing her frame
She looked more and more
like one of her
beloved glass collection.
Then when we lost her
She left her collection to me.
But the one I wanted
Was on a high shelf
Beyond the clouds
Far beyond my reach.
Jude kyrie Oct 2016
If ever I had a daughter.
I would take her to see a
Wonder woman movie.
And after we watched her
Fly from saving one person
after the other and right all wtongs.

I would tell her that is
not who you are.
You are a Woman that wonders.
Not the saving angel of all lost causes.
You can outstretch your upturned palms.
And catch the sun rays if love
And the bitter rains of loss in your hands.
And you can weep
And it's ok to carry on.
To forgive and forget

To live with what is left
It's called resilience
Its what a spring
from the hardware store does.
When you pull it until
It almost snaps .
but when you let go of it.
It goes back to its original shape.

Life's going to stretch you too honey.
So much at times you too will feel
I am going to snap.
But take a step back my sweetie
And let go of it.
You too will return
to your original shape.

And if love comes calling
You can grasp it with both hands.
And embrace it until it cries out.
It's ok you can do that.

And if it moves on
and leaves you devastated
It's ok to cry at its loss.
To be sad at its leaving you.

But you will go back
to who you are honey.
Return to your own shape.
I know this
and I promise you.

Except you will have
seen something
Something extraordinary
you will know
When you see it again .
For sure you will.

You have seen love
At its very best.
And you will recognise it
right away when you find it again.
you will grasp it with
your beautiful heart.
And say I know you
Your beautiful
You are love.
I had two sons who I love dearly
But a daughter would have been nice as well
Sigh
Jude
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
In my dream Jude is riding
a 64 red Mustang convertible with
white upholstery.
The beetles are
roaring
All my Lovin'

Its throaty roar
from the straight
through muffler
at eighty mph
caused a squeal of
delight from my
passenger
Ellie Whitehead
only the hottest girl
in my school.

I have been
fantasizing about her
for weeks.
I would give up my red car
for her to--well never mind
Its my dream after all.
Wow! I am 17 again.
I love this dream.

The alarm clock
vibrates with a
mean spirited
vengeance.
I awaken rudely.
I kiss the
middle aged lady
next to me in my bed.
and whisper
rise and shine
Ellie my love
its a new day.
Jude kyrie Nov 2018
Here comes that dream again.
I am 17 not 58
My old  candy apple red 64 mustang convertible
Screams it throaty roar.
From its straight through muffler.
The Beatles are screaming
All my lovin.
From my favorite 8 track tape.

Next to me is Abby Foster
Only the hottest girl in my school.
She is laughing in joy
and slips her hand into mine.

I have been fantasizing
about her for weeks.
Maybe today's the day
She will.....
Never mind its my dream, right.
I love this dream

The alarm clock rings
and gives me a rude awakening.
The scene changes to the
Real world on a workday morning.
I turn to the middle aged lady
In the bed next to me.

Gently I awaken her.
And kiss her forehead.
I say softly.
Rise and shine
Abby my love.
It's 7am.
Sometimes you get what you need.
Jude
Jude kyrie Nov 2015
In my dream Jude is riding
a 64 red Mustang convertible with
white upholstery.
The beetles are
roaring
All my Lovin'

Its throaty roar
from the straight
through muffler
and 289 in line engine
at eighty mph
caused a squeal of
delight from my
passenger
Ellie Whitehead
only the hottest girl
in my school.

I have been
fantasizing about her
for weeks.
I would give up my red car
for her to--well never mind
Its my dream after all.
Wow! I am 17 again.
I love this dream.

The alarm clock
vibrates with a
mean spirited
vengengence.
I awake rudely.
and kiss the
middle aged lady
next to me in my bed.
And whisper
rise and shine
Ellie my love
its a new day.
Sometimes dreams come true?
Jude
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
He had made the journey
across the Swiss mountains.
The war was far behind him
now just Catherine lay ahead.
As he reached the hospital ward
the nurse shook her head.
What of the baby?
he asked quietly,
her sad eyes looked down.

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 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 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.
Jude kyrie Feb 2016
The Glass Menagerie

*She was ethereal in her beauty.
I always loved her of course.
But only from a respectful distance.
She collected glass animal's.
I always gave her one for birthdays.
She would kiss my cheek in thanks.
Not the kiss I craved but a kiss.
Her perfect French braids
Framing her lovely face.
I fantasized unfastening them
Slowly so her hair flowed
Like the soft spring rain
washing my bare skin.
She would show me the
intricate color mix
in her glass menagerie.
But I only saw the colors
of her hair her eyes her lips.
When the sickness came.
Her skin became
taught and translucent like glass.
The weight loss showing her frame
She looked more and more
Like one of her beloved
glass collection.
Then when we lost her
She left her collection to me.
But the one
I wanted and treasured
Was on a high shelf
Beyond the clouds
Far beyond my reach.
Sorry Mr Williams
Jude
Jude kyrie Nov 2015
Beatitudes.. ( Beautiful Attitudes )

The meek shall inherit the earth.
but not the mineral rights.

Jude 2015
Jude kyrie Mar 2016
Jude's rant…. Why sitcoms have ruined our lives.

I am really expletive mad at the networks
all they dish out night after night
is ****** sitcoms that stink worse
than a blocked toilet in an Irish bar
on a Sunday morning.

Have you seen what it takes
to make a twelve season hit sitcom.?
I have spent five minutes writing one.

here it is.
it's called

My husband's a total ******.

Characters
Soulful Simon the husband and father.
he is a cat whipped half excuse of a man
whose job it is to always be ******* up
and to submissively take perma **** from his
****** preachy wife.
Donna

His overbearing wife
who makes a full time career  position
staying at home doing absolutely nothing.
Except over managing her two bratty kids
and think up reasons
to cut down on soulful Simon's
meagre *** diet
which consist of  
Saturday night mercy ***.

Donna is also the disciplinarian handing out
punishments to the bratty kids.
like no iPad for twenty minutes
for calling soulful Simon a worthless ****.

This is the main lesson of the show
but I find it a confusing message
Of
if you tell the ****** truth
you lose your iPad for twenty minutes.

Important character traits in show.

father
A total buffoon and useless idiot
that has no say or power in the house.
in days of yore he would wear Harlequin
suit and have a bell on his cap.

Mother
a nasty passive aggressive *****.
who controls most the money
and all the ***.
She must be smart and always right.
She was only wrong once
that was when she was right
and thought she was wrong.

Children
must act like know it all adults
god knows no one else does.

important notes
the laugh machine
must be packed with
Energizer batteries.
if they fail
then the viewers at home
will find out
no one else is laughing either.

Authors note
This carefully scripted
hit plot for sitcom
copyrighted by Jude Kyrie.

I do not want
to see this on the network
without my
One million Dollar  
per episode stipend.

cc my lawyers
Dewey Screwem and Howe
Jude kyrie Feb 2016
Judes Recurring dreams

The red 64 mustang
Gives it throaty roar.
As it’s 289 cubic inch motor
Reaches 90 mph.
I am 17 again.
Look at my long hair flowing
In the wind as the red convertible
roars in its full power.
Next to me is Ellie Whitehead
Only the hottest girl in my class
Wow! she squeals in joy
as the acceleration hits her
lovely flowing blonde hair.
I have been fantasizing
about her for two years.
And here she is.
Ready to
Well never mind it’s my dream.
I love this dream.
It comes to me
At least  three times a week.
Then the alarm clock brrrrs
Waking me up rudely.
God I hate this part.
Then I turn to the
fifty year old Lady
next to in my bed.
I kiss her softly
On her forehead
And say
Rise and shine
Ellie my love
It’s a brand new day.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
Manchester in 1950

The war was getting forgotten now
except in the movies John Wayne
saved the world alone.
And he always won every battle.
I was a boy conceived in the mayhem
of civilian bombings by the Luftwaffe.
TV was yet six years into the future.
Ration books limited the food of the poor.
The rich had the black market.
I did not know any rich people.
We were ten children and mom and dad.
Very few toys happened back then
So we played soccer with a misshaped ball.
Tennis with jumble sale racquets
and a bald ball borrowed from the dog.
Mom worked in factory that made
Rubber parts for things.
Her arms were always skinned from dermatitis
rashes due to the chemicals she used.
I had a key on a string hanging around my neck.
To get into the house after school.
I did not know back then how poor we were.
But reflecting back I understand now.
In the great depression Manchester
was hit hard.
My dad was put on one week of work
On week unpaid.
My mom cleaned houses to make money
For a meal for her ten  kids.
Her pregnant belly
almost touching the floor.
As she cleaned on her knees.
Just days before giving birth.
I think those days were the hardest.
Even the choking smog caused by the use of
Soft coal on fires in homes and the relentless
smoke of the industrial north west of England.
Left a trail of victims after each foggy attack.
It was then in a dark foreboding world of post
war England.
I swore to all that was holy
I would get out of there and make something
of myself no more poverty.
Education was  escape tunnel from that prison.
That and a burning hatred for want and ignorance.
I became the only one of my family
To obtain a degree from university.
I took my skills and verve
to America and Canada
Opened my own business
And lived the dream.
My children now grown
Have never seen need or want.
It was a miracle to me.
Except sometimes
Even now after all these long years.
I dream of Manchester after the war
And breathing is difficult
As the acrid smoke of the blackened
Chimneys chokes me even in sleep.
And I see mom in the dream
she is so beautiful
to me and I can’t help her
because it was too late.
Jude kyrie Jan 2016
1918
The Italian Campaign
The last days of word war 1


*He had made the journey
across the Swiss mountains.
The war was 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,
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 church bells tolled.
Declaring the Armistice
The war had ended for some.

He carried her in his arms
to the window.
The crowds below
Cheering the wars end
had released white doves into the air.
They fluttered by the hospital window.
As if to carry her soul to heaven,
He kissed her still lips
And whispered
peace, peace
at last my darling.
Sorry Ernest
Jude
Jude kyrie Sep 2016
Jude's version of the
Glass menagerie*


She was ethereal in her beauty.
I always loved her of course.
But only from a respectful distance.
She collected glass animal's.
I always gave her one for birthdays.
She would kiss my cheek in thanks.
Not the kiss I craved but a kiss.
Her perfect French braids
Framing her lovely face.
I fantasized unfastening them
Slowly so her hair flowed
Like the soft spring rain
washing my bare skin.
She would show me the
intricate color mix
in her glass menagerie.
But I only saw the colors
of her hair her eyes her lips.
When the sickness came.
Her skin became
taught and translucent like glass.
The weight loss showing her frame
She looked more and more
Like one of her beloved
glass collection.
Then when we lost her
She left her collection to me.
But the one
I wanted and treasured
Was on a high shelf
Beyond the clouds
Far beyond my reach.
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