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Jude kyrie Jun 2016
Thank you honey.

You are the one
with the sweet words.
I am your wife, muse,
mother of your children
and I almost forgot, lover.
I am breaking my rules
and writing a poem
just for you my love.

it is called

Thank you honey.

Thank you for all
the sweet poems
you have written for me.
I keep them locked in my souvenir box
tied in blue ribbons.
thank you for being fun
when I feel so low.
you always know
how to make me laugh.
Thank you for being there
when sadness comes to us for a visit.
Thank you for fixing me
whenever I am broken.
Thank you for being the home I always searched for.
Thank you for the family we have built together over all these years.
And thank you for our beautiful children
they are the diamonds in my crown.
And thank you for being
my poet my love.
But most of all
thank you for the music
you brought into my once silent life.
Its no wonder I love you honey.
I don't know if this is a poem
but I think it should be.

always you
only you
love Val
it's a beautiful poem my love
Jude
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
old thoughts are falling  softly
like snowflakes today.
No sequence or order
just random pieces of my life.
Sheba my puppy wrestling
a cloth from hand.
My sister pretty
in a summer floral dress
dancing in the room
circles of blurred flowers
on her skirt.

me as a boy
Running wild through the cornfields
lost in its late summer maze of skeletons.
Feet dangling in the cool water of the lake.
As a girl slips her arms around my shoulder
her too blonde hair smells like roses.

Kissing my first date goodnight
after I walked her home.
The softness of her melted my heart.
now the thought of her
is printed on my soul.

Mom when she was young
wow she looks so beautiful.
She lifts a lock of my hair
out of my eyes as I leave for school.
More as an expression of love
like I still belonged to her.

The oceans purest blue waves
the first time I saw it.
whispering to me
sail away sail away.

My wife young and  sweet
as we said I do
in an old country church.
She lifted her face as I kissed her
for the first time as my wife.

I must come back here soon
I love these recollections.
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
Dear Summer

Where are you my old friend?
I miss you so much.
It has been way too long.
Bring your fiery sun that lights
the sky almost to bedtime.
your lantern moon
that glows like fairyland
in my flowering garden.
Let me breath your sweet fragrances.
Drenched in buckets of happiness.
The only harbinger of winter is
when the condensation on my
cold drink splashes onto
my bare legs.
come to visit me soon.

your friend.
Jude.
Jude loves summer
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
Soft as the wings of an angel .
When all the darkness is here.
Gentle hope falls like snowflakes.
Comforting me with its words.
Filling my soul with its power.
When the tempest is near

Sunlight will be back to guide us
After the storm has done
The darkness holds no power
To halt the approaching morn
Follow the bright star above us
Out of the terrible storm

Know that the power that loves us
Is here we don’t fight on our own
With the masters gentle persuasions
We will never walk alone
Reach up into the darkness
Take His hand in your own

The fear will leave your spirit
His Grace will carry you home
Hope is always here for us.
Blessings Jude
Jude kyrie May 2016
A Dusting of Snow
  
It seems so many Christmases ago now.
Almost looking back
through a white mist of snowflakes.
Like the ones I remember as a boy
In the Moorlands of England.
The world bright in festive color
A warm firelight in the old cottage.
From which I shall never move.
Her French accent
musical like tiny bells.
Such times are precious.
We should know this always.
Special and once lived memories.
It was so easy back then to accept
them as forever
Perhaps a right of passage.
The truth is the Gods
can give and take all they wish.
At times like this I can feel her
touching my cheek softly.
And if I close my eyes
She is there again.
Soft and sweet
Like a Christmas Angel.
White wings like the falling snow.
Now it is quiet in the old room.
The Christmas tree as beautiful
as any I remember back then.
On the gardens a light dusting
of snow reflecting starlight
on its purity of its whiteness.
I look at her photograph on the mantle
She was so astoundingly lovely.
I pick up the frame and place
my lips on her picture.
Feeling her lips
Beyond the cold glass.
Whispering softly
joyeux noël
ma petite fleur
(Happy Christmas
my little flower)
Jude kyrie Nov 2015
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.
Jude kyrie May 2016
Today I left for work early
Quietly so as not to
wake you and the children.
The day went by so slowly
All day I wanted
Was to be with you all.
Time stood still in the afternoon
I hardly did any work.
All I wanted
was to hold you
and hug the kids.
I picked up a speeding
ticket on the way home
I did not care.
When I got to our house
I rushed in the door
And the kids hugged me
I looked for you
And kissed you so hard
You said
wow what's that for?
I tell you honestly
You have a romantic fool
On your hands.
One that is to the brim
Happy with his life.
Jude kyrie Jul 2016
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.
Love Conquers Age Always
Jude
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
We dance together high in the sky
Floating entwined my angel and I
Our love is so sweet the heavens rejoice
A choir of angels sing in full voice
Soaring above the sweet earth down below
Shining loves beacon together we glow
Holding my love in a lovers embrace
Heavens Light shining on her beautiful face
Higher and higher our love makes us soar
Into the rainbows that light heaven’s door
She kisses my lips a kiss that I crave
I give her my heart as my soul she does save
We will dance in the darkness every night
Sharing our love in all the world’s sight
Our hearts fly to heaven by the pull of the moon
Singing loves waltz forever in tune
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
~I did not learn the lessons
about life at school.
Such knowledge is not a gift.
But a voyage in uncharted waters.

There is no pathway
or logical directions.
Only a scrambling
through darkened forest.
Where the light
cannot penetrate the trees.

Until now a lifetime
away from there.
Where the springtime’s
Impatience grew the flowers
in early abundance.

The trees budded
in the suns new warmth.
When the frost came back
and burned
the new life into coal blackness.
Melting in final defeat
the snow on each petal.
Choking the life from
new born green buds.

I thought then of the time
I almost left you.
Full of love in my heart
yet frostbitten
with your indifference.
As I planned my final escape
You came into the room.
Not a moment too soon.

And kissed me saying
the small things
I needed to hear from you.
And the warmth in my heart
Melted the snow and ice
That were burning my petals
from the cold front
you had brought in.
That nearly killed us.
And I said to myself.
So this is life.
sometimes a hug and I love you honey
is all it takes.
jude
Jude kyrie Jan 2016
There a spiders web in the corner.
He looks lost and lonely
and has no where to go.
He reminds me of me.

There’s a spiders web in the corner
He never leaves his  home
without a safe thread to climb back on.
He reminds me of me.

There’s a spiders web in the corner
His despair and pain is palpable.
He reminds me of me.

There’s a spiders web in the corner.
And even though I am aracnaphobic.
I cannot **** him.
It would feel too much like suicide.
Jude kyrie Jan 2017
Just The Two of Us
a Poem
ByJude Kyrie

We share the same wounds you and me.
Our blood is flowing from our hearts
But the hearts are in love
bleeding only for each other.

We share the same scars you and Me.
Lasting memories of wounds long passed.
They were made from forgiveness
and acceptance.
And in forgiving, we both are forgiven.

We share the same love you and Me.
Unbreakable dedicated and everlasting.
Surmounting all adversities
Rising as a phoenix each new day.
**Just For You
My Love
Because words  are all I have
To take your heart away.
Love Forever
Your Jude**
Jude kyrie Nov 2015
There’s nothing to be done
It won’t bring him back.
The music still plays from the playlist.
The moon still blooms on spring nights.
But I am left alone
by the actions of my own hands.
Did I freeze him out of my life?
I rode him over his imperfections.
But missed the fact that my
Lack of acceptance was a bigger failing.
I want to be a woman that does not
Need the constant attention of men.
yet my dark red lipstick is for them
And my **** bra and *******
that I wear just in case
Well just in case.
Belies my outward persona.
I am tired of writing sad poems
Full of loss and death.
Yet if I stop I know
I will crawl back to it.
I feel lost like an imposter.
That  has forgotten
who they really are.
One day I am afraid
That when I wash the make up
Off my face at night.
I will not know
Who is under it.
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
It was during the war in Europe.
My grandfather was posted in England.
He had  a bad limp and a crooked smile.
And he seemed to big for his uniform.
He never fought in a single battle.
He was a bit of a pacifist
Let and let live was his style.
Instead he was sent  to work
in the army kitchen.
Where he learned how to cook.
He was assigned to an English lady
who could cook.
She taught him everything in the kitchen.
He got used to the English lady
She got used to the big man
with a limp and crooked smile.
When the war ended he returned
To New York he opened up a small diner.
He returned to England on a ***** steamer.
And found the lady from the kitchen.
He asked for her hand in marriage.
She accepted and they returned to the states.
There was a note on the diner kitchen door.
It said I fell in love with you in the kitchen
So I built one for us to share forever.
My dad was born a year later
He had the crooked smile but no limp
Then I was born and can’t cook an egg.
Grandma died a few weeks ago
I cleared the stuff out of her room
In her belongings I found the note
He pinned on the diner kitchen door.
It inspired me to write this poem
So look around grandma in heaven
There’s a big man with a limp
and crooked smile.
He’s waiting for you
In a kitchen somewhere up there.
Jude kyrie Oct 2016
She is beautiful
Three years younger than me.
But light years ahead of me.
She is my sister.

I put myself in charge of her safety
Her modesty her heart.
I have seen the robots and androids
Of men bragging  their locker room conquest.
This will not happen to her I promise.

At sixteen  I threatened her prom date
With castration if he ..well just if he.
She did not seemed pleased
When he ratted me out to her.

At twenty one
Her boyfriend from college
Was taking liberties with her.
I noticed his hands when he thought
No one was looking.

His warning included.
A second appendage

Then I met her girlfriend.
*** she was beautiful
I daydreamed of things we we do one day
My hands were not totally innocent on dates.

Then we went away for the weekend
To New England
Walking the beaches of Cape Cod.
The small rose covered B and B
Was so romantic .
In bed I slipped my hand over her
And pulled her close to me.

I can't she said softly
Why not I asked almost mad.
Your sister said she would
Throw acid on me
If I took advantage of you.

A year late
We go out on foursomes
My sister and her latest boy friend
And her beautiful friend and I
The truce has remained unbroken
And we both live our youth to the full.
Live and let live
Jude
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
Lost in the aftermath of heartache.
Changes I did not ask for or want.
You are just a part of the change now.
I still  had pictures of us on the walls.
Held in with colored thumbtacks.
We were drinking flutes of champagne.
At a café by the Seine in Paris.
They are all pictures taken with Kodak film
from a lost long ago time.
But I kept them.
Even after you left me,
I still kept them.
Sometimes,
I pull out an old Vinyl album
Sinatra sings our song,
“The summer wind.”
I dance as though
you are close in my arms.
Yes I am drinking again
why the hell not.
One morning I was lay
at the bottom of the stairs.
A bottle of whisky
spilled all around me.
Our friends found me
They tore down
all my old pictures of us,
and ripped them into pieces.
I had been told you were remarried
to someone other than me.
I threw the torn pictures
into my fireplace.
And lit them using my whisky
as an accelerant.
It should have taught me a life lesson.
That holding onto the past is unhealthy.
But instead I burnt my hands
putting the fire out.
I was not ready
to let them burn to ashes.
Not quite now.
Not just yet.
Jude kyrie Sep 2016
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.
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
I met her in a smoke filled haze.
In a bar where men go
to die of the blues.
Red wine staining our lips.
Hair to her waist.
A smile of wild promises.
Are you him she asked?
I said I think I am.
She kissed my lips.
Her breath fresh
like the bloom of magnolias.
Come to me my lover
I have waited so long.
Bring me the cleansing
purity of your sweet love.
Powerless I follow her.
I lay with her drowning
In the softness of all women.
She washed my sins away
Drying my soul with her hair.
Death cowered in the shadows
A specter no longer feared.
For now I had seen heavens light
within her eyes..
When the morning light
melted the stars.
She left me.
I begged her to stay.
She smiled and touched my cheek.
I am Magdalene
the farmer of men’s souls.
It is my journey on earth
And my pathway to heaven
Jude kyrie Oct 2015
Love is like listening to
a soft voiced Italian.
I dont understand It.
but I really like
how it sounds.
But if I
listenened carefully
for long enough.
I could learn
how to speak it.
And eventually even
mean what I said.
Jude kyrie Sep 2016
After Daddy's passing the old house was sold.
I stood in the garden he loved so much.
and the years melted to times long passed.
The old shed where he kept all his tools.
the neat beds and glorious abundance of flowers.

Then I saw it.
In between the delphiniums and the hollyhocks
Sat the old wheelbarrow dented rusted and aged.
The thoughts of my childhood return
Daddy would sit me in the wheel barrow
and give me a ride when I was a child.
All about the garden as I squealed in delight

I have a need to see his kind eyes one more time.
Hear his soft gentle voice so mellow
I want to feel like a little girl again
safe and secure in my Daddy's arms.
The need to find him is overwhelming.
I look all over the gardens for him
Then I see him stood by the fruit tree
His old knitted sweater and his corduroy pants.
In his mouth his sweet aromatic pipe
that was almost an extension of him.

He said softly
" Hello Kitten"
my eyes misted
No one but my Daddy
ever called me that
I said "Hello Daddy"
He took his pipe from his mouth
His smile lit up the place
I was six ears old once more.
Bu he faded into the mist of memory.

My childhood was passed
replaced by my womanhood.
All that was left was
the indelible memories of times past
Tears fell from my eyes
as I wept to go back.

Then a noise
as I looked around at the
arrival of the new owners
A young handsome man
with his little son.
who shouted in joy.
"Daddy, there’s a wheelbarrow
can I have a ride"?
Jude kyrie Apr 2016
looking from my window
into the night filled Street.
I watched a couple
kissing a last goodbye.
They held each other
almost in mourning
of what they once were.
Still talking neither
one wanting to be the
first to leave.
then they both turned
and walked away
in opposite directions.
after a few paces
she turned and looked back
the lamplight glistened
in the tears
that fell down her face.
She passed a piece
of her heart in that glance.
but he did not look back
and he took it with him.
Jude kyrie Aug 2018
There was five of us.
we were seventeen or eighteen.
More than friends.
we were closer than wives
soldiers get that way.

we swapped letters to our
girls and mothers
back in the States.
In case...
......well just in case.

We went to sleep saying
I love you, man.
i love you, man, back at you.
There was about five of us.
We were more than friends
we were seventeen or eighteen.

The bullets rained hard
in the clearing that night.
guys fell all around me.
The tracer lights still visit
me in the dark.
even after all this time.
there was now only one of us
I was seventeen or eighteen.

Back in the states
In Columbus,
I passed a letter to his mother.
I lied and said
the blood on it was mine.
She wept as she read it.
And asked did he suffer.
I said
I don't remember Ma'am.
We were more than friends?
we were about seventeen or eighteen,
there was five of us.

In west Virginia
a beautiful young woman
opened the trailer door
she held a small baby boy.

I passed her the letter.
she wept as she read it.
I held his little son to my chest.
And whispered hi buddy
Your not dead after all.

Did he go quickly she said?
I whispered
i don't remember Miss
We were more than friends.
there was five of us
we were about seventeen or eighteen.
Sad reflections of war and loss
jude
Jude kyrie Sep 2016
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.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
la vie en rose.

It is the Christmas season again Cherie
I sit in the mist of falling snowflake’s
The white down flakes
fall quietly and deeply.
Deep as my thoughts  
that linger under the memories
In the meadows of my heart.
I remember you whispering
Je t'aime (i love you)
It was in a far off springtime
In Paris your city that has eternal love.
Almost as much love for you
that I still have
locked away inside my heart.
I hear the joy of the season and
the beauty of traditional carols
ringing in the winter air.
But I play an old Vinyl record.
The one that brings you alive to me.
Back into my soul once more
It is in your native French.
The lilt soft and romantic
Just as you were.
It plays La vie en rose.
And just for a moment
I feel you in my arms
Your soft lips on my cheek
And the loss of you fades
Like darkness in the dawn.
The song completes its message.
and I kiss your picture
And whisper
Joyeux Noël ma petite fleur
(happy Christmas my little flower)
Jude kyrie Apr 2016
Hold me near
And hold me tight.
This tender spell
you cast this night.
It is La Vie en Rose

When you kiss me
an angel sighs.
And when
I close my eyes
I see the Vie en Rose

When you hold
me to your heart.
Visions of roses start
in a world where roses bloom

And when you speak
Choirs sing from above
Whispered words
turn into love songs.

Oh give your heart
and soul to me.
And life will always be
La Vie en Rose
Really Cyndys poem
i just liked it
and messed with it a bit
Jude
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
learning how to drown


You were beautiful
so gentle on my eyes
they gave you my heart.
What my eyes could not see
was the power of your
storms coming univited
from azure blue sky's.
The torrents fell.
vertically without angle.
Your thunder and lightening
terrified me.
But your beauty imprisoned me.
I spent my days
soaked to the skin.
In my summer clothes.
I never did learn
how to swim.
But you taught me
how to drown.
Jude kyrie Jan 2016
When I was just a little boy
I remember hurting myself.
I fell off my bike
And got seven stitches.
That hurt.

When I was older
I had a car accident
I broke both my legs.
I Was in hospital
for weeks.
That really hurt.

Then just this week.
You left me.
The house is empty
My heart is broken.
I now think the other hurts
Were just teaching me
How to suffer though
this one.
This hurts
beyond anything.
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
She was very sick that I knew
Being 12 caught between boyhood and manhood
did not make me blind.

They cut my hair off tonight honey.
It's ok mom you are still
the most beautiful lady  in the world.

You are such a charmer honey
The girls are going to love you.
I only want you to love me mom
Only you.

Everyone noticed I could not sleep anymore
Want to talk about anything?
the school nurse said.
No ma'am I said.

Then the nightmares
The tree huge and everlasting tree
outside my bedroom window.
It walked when I fell asleep.
It's fingers like twigs
pulled me from my bed
It lifted me to its roaring mouth.
Fires glowed within its fearsome eyes.

I am not afraid I said.
But I just don't know
how much I was afraid.
You are going to tell me
your deepest fears it roared.

But still I kept silent
not showing him anything.
No fear.nothing.

Mom I need to sleep with you
I take her the meds.
Just for five minutes honey.
I feel so sick sweetie.

Your Ok mom
You will get better.
Your hair will.
Grow back again.

Call your dad He's in L.A
I know with the sister I never met.
And the lady I dont want to know.
Shhhssssss it's OK.

Then he came again
made of roots and leaves and twigs.
He picked me up like a Bird in the next.

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

Grandma called by
she was as cold as ice.
Some things never change.
You need to come to my place she said
No grandma,I need to be here with mom.
She in the hospice
you are coming with me.
We Got there it was full of China figurines
I am going to the hospital
don't touch anything she said sternly.

But the tree monster came again
I was so angry smashed all of grandma's stuff.
Wheb she arrived back home the place is wrecked
She does not give me the licking I deserved.
Instead I heard her weeping on her bed.

The monster came again that night
It's time for your pain
tell me it said.
I don't have pain, I lied
Tell me or you will be crushed
by my limbs it threatened.

I....I.....I want to tell her to let go
But that's my fear
It would be my fault you see.
What do I do?
You tell the truth the monster said
Only the truth.

I got back to grandma's place.
I looked at her
She kind of looked like mom.....But older
I just got a call from the hospice she said
We have to hurry
We got to go there?
At the railroad tracks
we were stopped.
By a long freight train

Grandma said
We are very different people, you and me.
I said,
I know grandma
But we are going to have to get along
I said
I know grandma.
She said of course you do.

We got to the hospital
The nurse was solunm
Go right in, its OK.

She was dying I knew it.
Mom held my hand
I felt the monster behind me.
It whispered in my ear
I am here with you.
What do I do?
I said.
Tell the truth of all the ages
since time began.
The one that comes
from the inside of your heart.

I squoze Moms hand tight
I said
It's OK mom.
It's OK to go.
I will be ok.
I promise.
A giant heavy weight fell from my heart
I was truthful finaly.

I remember the last movement
of my mother hand
It faded away softly
Unlike my memories of her love.

But when we got back to grandma's place.
I cried and grandma held me to her breast.
I said I am so sorry grandma
For breaking your stuff.

She pulled me closer
I know honey.
It doesn't matter.
Yo are all that matters now.
I love you honey.
I said softly
I love you too grandma.
Life has many lessons
the young must learn
Jude
Jude kyrie Nov 2015
Love is like listening to
a soft voiced Italian.
I dont understand It.
but I really like
how it sounds.
But if I
listenened carefully
for long enough.
I could learn
how to speak it.
And eventually even
mean what I said.
language of love
Jude kyrie Sep 2016
Many long winters have passed
since I was a young brave.
My skills are now faded
with the light of my eyes.
In the great domain
of the Algonquin Tribes.
I hunted with my father
a wise and kind chief.
He taught me the love
of all the ways of the Great Spirit.
Who provides all we will ever need
to sustain our people.
The great buffalo
in their numbers too large to count
Would feed our people
until the end of all moon and stars.

Our ways were a gift of life
the ways of our lineage from start of days.
The newcomers took our land and our talk
The buffalo was wiped from the land
by their sticks of fire.
Their bodies left to rot in the sun.
What was the gift of Manitou they stole away.
The water in our rivers
is as poison from their waste.
The fish are sick and
cannot be eaten by our people.
What was our pride, they scorned.
Our children they took
to teach them new ways
Our blood they spilt
into the soil of our heritage.
Now we are imprisoned
on the land of our freedom.
I stay in my tipi old and frail
my face lined with many years.
I dream of a clear sky
an eagle flying to the mountain.
The herds of buffalo
thundering again on the plains.
To sit around the fire with the pipe again
telling the deeds of our forefathers.
No peace will ever rest my mind
Sometimes we forget what we have done.
jude
Jude kyrie May 2016
Lending money to friends
a parable or maybe a joke.

Two best friends were talking.
can you lend me five hundred dollars
I have so many bills this month one said.

yes but I must get it back next month
the other replied.
for sure next month he said no problem.

a month later
do you have my money
not this month next month he said
ok no more excuses.

another month  later
well do you have my money.
no but you can have my dog.
he shows an old sick
bald  toothless dog
that did its business everywhere.
and says OK one last month
that's all I want my money.

Another month goes by.
well do you have my money
he said angrily.
no but you can take my wife.
he looked carefully
at the offered lady.
then replied
can I take another look
at that dog.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
When I was young so long ago.
I fell in love for the first time.
Nothing in the future would
ever replace that feeling..
It left the ink of a tattoo
on the inside chambers
of my heart.
I remember I held
nothing back from you
I gave everything I had inside.
I thought then that
the pool of love I had was as
Large as any ocean.
So I let it flow recklessly.
But one day it was empty
you had it all and left me.
Even after all these years
It never refilled
beyond half full.
What I did not know
back in my reckless youth.
Was that not everyone
Has a heart as soft and gentle
and as giving as mine.
Jude kyrie Jan 2016
War at Home and Away
lessons from my father


It was such a long time ago.
A time when being born black
in the South was a hard thing.
I was only a young boy.
My father seemed permanent then
Hiding from me his fragile mortality.
I did not understand
that we were so poor back then.
or why we were hated so badly.

my father taught me how to survive.
Always feeling warm and safe near him.
The world was to become
more dangerous than usual.
Darkness and fear hung from the sky
like ghostly spiders webs.

Noises that came in the dark
were not from bogymen
and monsters in the closet.
They kept my father from sleep that night.
The white pointed heads of the hooded
klansmen on horseback passed by our home.
I knew at that moment
he may not always have the power
to make the ghost go away.

I remember a few years later
in the jungles of Nam.
Lay on my belly in the undergrowth.
I heard each crackle of gunfire
and the nights jungle chatter.

My trigger finger on guard
sleepless and in silence.
holding my breathe.
I learned then that all my father’s lessons
were alive in me.
And that in such bad places
a boy needs his father with him.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
Let Go Mom

You lie in your bed
The one in which
you gave life to us all.
Now like a wounded bird.
You flutter in gasp
of half breaths.
Refusing the
food you cannot eat
and
water you cannot drink.
Remember
the young you Mom.
I was your four year old.
Struggling
to learn how to swim
In the public pool
Holding tight
onto the side rail
terrified of the unknown.
“Let go”, you cried “let go”
You can do it….”Let go”
As I swam away like a fish.
in new found independence.
You shouted I told you so.
I now shout
mom let go… Let go.
Remember
the autumn you loved.
The leaves let go so quietly
they did not fight
to hang on the branches.
To wither and die.
But float carefree
to grasp the earth below.
The tree goes on.
The seasons go on.
and new leaves grow
Jude kyrie Oct 2015
Let It Be

Bring all the souls that are singing
Let sunlight bloom in their eyes
Hear all the bells that are ringing
Let all lovers drown in their sighs

Let springtime in with its blossoms
Let pastures smile under blue skies
Let love fill all hearts with its bounty
Let the earth be a place where hate dies

Let war be a thing that’s forgotten
Let children be innocent and free
Let death be a doorway to heaven
Let peace shout its name loudly to me
Jude kyrie Feb 2016
>Letter From a *******

Mom Its me your son
don’t turn away
stay for a minute please.
Try to understand me.
You see me now
looking like the daughter
you never had.
Sometimes as the daughter
you never wanted.
But it is still me here Mom
I love you so much.
I know you think I am ridiculous
in womens clothes
but it is who I am.
I love Men
Just like a woman does.
I have a partner who loves me
more than gold.
It is a world of gender neutrality
but still I need to have a place
in your heart Mom.
I am knocking on your door mom
Please let me in
Give me a chance to love you
Don’t turn away
Don’t Go
I need you
Love
Your Son Joe
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
I am twenty four
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 face
Or
Your leg finding mine.
I wonder if you still
sing show tunes
in the shower.
The smashed photo frame
of us in love tells me
Your not coming back.
But I can't seem
to throw it out.
Sometimes the moon
shines 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 Aug 2015
letters that I never wrote to myself

I was sixteen.
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
As drowning people
try to do
to keep afloat.
But all that really happens
Is the weight of two people.
Just sink faster.
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
I am twenty.
I am in love.
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 Aug 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 Aug 2015
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.
Airpower 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 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.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
It was so long ago now
but it is still as clear as a summers day.
I remember you when mom died grandpa.
your unshaven face and
brown hard working hands.
you fixed everything with your hands.
But you fixed me with your love.
you gave me mom's old room
you told me it was her safe place
andsaid she would visit me there.
When she was settled in heaven.
I told you I did not believe
in heaven Grandpa..
You said it's alright
I will one day.
you said heaven was
a different place for everyone.
When I got hurt
you always picked me up
in your huge arms grandpa.
You were always
so safe so strong so good.
I never told you
I lied grandpa
when I said I don't believe in heaven.
You and grandma were my heaven.
I know you have gone now
to your heaven.
Sat in a kitchen
eating food from the old country.
Grandma at the stove
Mom on your knee listening
to stories of
Europe before the war.
My heaven is with you guys grandpa.
I think I will change my heaven
to your heaven.
That's all I want
just our heaven Grandpa.
I only wish there was a post office
in our heaven and I could send
this letter to you.

All My Love
Jude
Jude kyrie Nov 2015
This night is exploding in my heart
Their bombs and bullets
no longer hold fear for me.
Take your weapons of death
and malice I care not.
Pray to your Gods
of hate and intolerance.
Point your guns at my heart.
I will not flinch
For my faith is based
upon human love for every soul.
Fire your weapons of hate and death
Fire it at me again and again.
I do not care.
For in this hour of darkness
I will see the sun rise
like the others whose blood
you have shed this night.
So unafraid I stare into the void
and will not cower in fear.
For I see a hand that has gentleness
and love reaching for me
I see the peace in his eyes.
Your bullets may hurt for a moment
but his love will last an eternity.
My heart flies over the sunlight with them.
My ink is their veins
Tonight the saddened moon
washes their souls clean with its tears.
Let them linger in our hearts.
let them sleep
in the silent peace of justice.
let us stand as all humans
without demarcations
of creed and race.
Let us pray to our gods
of love and peace.
let us stand unafraid as one entity.
Sleep in the light
you are found not lost
Jude
Jude kyrie Jan 2016
I remember her always.
She was the cornerstone
of my life.
In my eyes always so beautiful.
She lay in the bed upstairs
Old, Weak and frail.
Almost without breath.

A quiet whisper for water
Or tea in her old china cup.
Lay like a bird
with a broken wing.
Helpless without her family.

Remember so long ago.
You taught me
how to ride a bike.
You let go of the saddle
and I rode away
to independence.

I whisper now
let go mom
Let go
the rivers of death will
keep you afloat
let go.

The seasons pass on
without us.
Summer turns to fall.
And the trees let go
Of their tired leaves
So quietly
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
I remember her always.
She was the cornerstone
of my life.
In my eyes always so beautiful.
She lay in the bed upstairs
old, weak and frail.
Almost without breath.

A quiet whisper for water
Or tea in her old china cup.
Lay like a fallen bird
with a broken wing.
Helpless without her family.

Remember so long ago Mom.
You taught me
how to ride a bike.
You let go of the saddle
and I rode away
to independence.

I whisper now
let go mom
please let go.
The rivers of death will
keep you afloat.
Let go.
Let go.

The seasons all pass on
without us.
Summer turns to fall.
And the trees let go
of their tired leaves
so quietly.
Jude kyrie Aug 2018
Lichen

Beneath the hedgerows
stone built walls
upon the stately
cathedrals halls.

the yellow stained lichen
counts the years
With  forgotten gravestones
of ones so dear.

Time softly passes
in feathered sleep
As youth is lost
and I will  weep
…….and I will weep
What is a Lichen?
A lichen is not a single organism; it is a stable symbiotic association between a fungus and algae
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
Lifeline

We touched hands today

For the last time as lovers.

Familiar and full of old feelings.

The tracing of your lifeline

Swirling like our time together,

It reaches a fork like we have.

You take one path I the other.

Even as we part

I feel old warm glows from before.

Your hand speaks to my fingertips

All the words we no longer can say.

left with empty silence.

I look at our time

a small part of your lifeline

full of promises and passion.

Now just echoes of the past.

Unable to return to the beginning

I am left alone once more

With my memories.

And all my yesterdays
Jude kyrie Feb 2016
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.
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
It was so long ago a lifetime it seems.
I had no idea I was happy back then.
In the cool spring morning the light
is lilac drenched the trellis hanging
In its fragrant abundance.
Reaching for the coffee ***
We sit on the porch for a moment
of marital tranquility
Our children
Still sleeping the youngest as new
as the springtime.
I looked at you then, I remember
not as my wife or mother
of our children but as the woman
I could never get enough of when
We first met.
The fragrant breeze tousles your long hair
I think how sweet it would feel
Against my bare chest in our bed.
If only I could capture the purple
fragrance of the lilacs
and trap it in jar together
with this feeling of love I had for you.
To open again and again
through the years.
If you were to ask me now
Were you happy back then my love?
There in the mystical glow
of a lilac carpet
in a distant spring morning
I would have said
Yes my love
Very Happy
So Very Happy.
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
It was so long ago a lifetime it seems.
I had no idea I was happy back then.
In the cool spring morning the light
is lilac drenched the trellis hanging
In its fragrant abundance.
Reaching for the coffee ***
We sit on the porch for a moment
of marital tranquility
Our children
Still sleeping the youngest as new
as the springtime.
I looked at you then, I remember
not as my wife or mother
of our children but as the woman
I could never get enough of when
We first met.
The fragrant breeze tousles your long hair
I think how sweet it would feel
Against my bare chest in our bed.
If only I could capture the purple
fragrance of the lilacs
and trap it in jar together
with this feeling of love I had for you.
To open again and again
through the years.
If you were to ask me now
Were you happy back then my love?
There in the mystical glow
of a lilac carpet
in a distant spring morning
I would have said
Yes my love
Very Happy
So Very Happy.
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