My Beautiful Fallen Angel

She stood facing
the fading sunlight.
High on a hill
beautiful and serene.
She told me
she was a fallen angel.
And her wings
had been taken away.
She said she would
teach me how to fly one day.
It was a sad
yet beautiful untruth.
She held out her arms
and enfolded me in them.
The beautiful fallen angel
with the sunlit hair
and eyes as blue
as a summer sky.
the only one
who can make
my lonely heart sing

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me

She was not a fresh faced
honey girl from my class.
Nor a woman who
took money to rid
college boys of their virginity.
she was older than me
but a very very sweet lady.
It did not happen
fumbling in the back of a car.
Or lay in the grass of a meadow
under a moonlit sky.
It was in her small walk up flat
up three flights of dimly lit stairs.
I can still feel my legs weaken
In anticipation of the unknown.
Inside the untidy table
had a full ashtray.
A half bottle of red wine.
A Picasso reproduction
gargoyled from the wall.
She was full of experiences.
That I could only imagine.
She pulls a strip of condoms
from her night table.
The bedroom window
open wide.
The summer breeze
whispered
Hush Hush
It’s your time
It’s your time.
She took me softly.
Gently almost like a dream.
more as a mother than a lover.
but exactly how I needed.
I cried out as my boyhood left me
draining into her
in its irrecoverable loss.
Outside the breeze
had turned to wind.
Blowing my uncertainty and doubts
far Into the night.
She was my life teacher
and I her avid student.
Later the door closed
as I left her.
Her memory now
a gift in my heart and
Indelibly burned on my soul.*
©

My first poem returns

I am a woman in mid life now
Today finding myself pensive and reflective.
working in my flower garden
on a sunny Sunday morning.

Then a poem pulls up
driving a red mustang convertible.
its throaty roar from the 289 Engine
turns my head around.
I remember this car
and this beautiful poem.

I sit in the still familiar back  seat.
It wants me to unbutton my shirt
and unhook my bra.
The poem recites it's soft downy words.
I notice I have taken all my clothes off
like a white pale statue.

I notice the reflection of my naked self
so desirable so hot so ****.
I still have it I feel it
I know it.

Afterwards
the poem and I
smoke a cigarette
talk of Forever's
and marriage
and other untruths.

He was so ordinary
Not handsome at all
In fact not my type.
But he wore me down
Waiting outside my small flat
In the pouring rain just to
Catch a glimpse of me.

Why I married him
I will never know.
Perhaps because he cried
In sad movies.
Or because he was gentle
And would never try to
Control me.

He always knew
how to make me laugh.
To get me out of my many
Dark moods.
How on earth did he always
Make me feel so beautiful.?

He has gone now
And the world is sadder
Because of it.

There have been other imposters
I danced the choreographed
Movements of love with them.

But when the shadows of night
Covered the fading twilight.
It was always you honey.
Always you.
Only you knew
how to fix me,

He was imperfect
In fact a bit odd looking.
I think that’s what I loved
the most about him.
He made me laugh though.
Even when things
seemed impossible.
He sensed my changing moods
Happy sad and so often broken.
How did he always
make me feel so beautiful?
when he became sick
he tried to hide it from me
but I knew...I knew.
It’s a while since I lost him.
And my life is not as bright.
There have been other imposters
that tried to take his place.
I danced the choreographed
motions of love with them.
But when the
shadows of evening
became darkness.
It was always you honey
Only you.
Only you knew
how to fix me.

She was unique that I know for sure.
She believed there was no place called hell.
But heaven existed
in every moonbeam that blossoms.
She thought that ice cream was for anytime.
She believed in smiling and laughing.
And said frowns were a crazy thing.
She believed in making love, oh boy!
Did she ever believe in love.
Then one magnificent day
She gave all her love to me.
I never thought that I could fly
But she said of course you can silly.
Taking my hand in hers
We flew high above the mountains.
Alongside the eagles.
In a place where only true lovers
could breathe the pure rarified air.

The man with green hair and green hands.

A long long time ago
When army’s wore uniforms.
We were khaki they were grey.
My grandfather was fire warden
In WW2 he had seven sons
And three daughters .
You could say he was
a bit of a pacifist.
Make love not war
Was his mantra.
He married my Grandma
when she was seventeen.
They were to stay married
for over sixty five years.
And produce  tribe of ten children.
He had spent his whole life
Working as a coppersmith
For the same company.

His hair and hands tinted green
From the metals Verdigris.
My father was a baby just born
In the middle of the war.
We lived in Manchester.
Money was always tight.
But we were happy.
Just as Herr ****** invaded Poland
My grandad bought our first house.
We always rented until then.
It was a large town home.
The six older boys
All joined the marines
At the outbreak of the war.
They did one act of preparation
That ultimately saved the family.
They took down an old barn for a farmer
And used the beams to shore up the stone cellar
of the house.
When the air raids came later.
We would all huddle under the stair well
Until the all clear sirens sounded.
When the bad raid came
It was the early hours of the night.
Grandad was out on fire watch.
Six of the sons were on ships
In Europe and the far east.
My aunty told me much later.
When the war was long over.
She heard the bomb falling
It screamed as it fell.
Exploding just outside our house
the house caved in and they
were all buried under the rubble
in total darkness.
She said grandma was
breastfeeding the baby my dad.
Grandad was busy the raid was a hard one.
A friend said Frank your house has been hit
It’s bad.
He dropped everything and ran and ran
Breathless he reached the fallen house.
In his heart he thought we were all dead.
It took ten neighbors four hours to reach us.
They pulled the girls out first
Then the baby my dad.
And finally the dimutive figure of my grandma.
She was weeping.
She said Frank we’ve lost everything.
There’s nothing left.
He held her in his big arms
Tears flowing from the eyes of a man
Who had had a hard life.
Who never cried.
He kisses her full on her lips
A single sign of public affection
That was out of his character.
He whispered to grandma.
That odd Mary
Because I just found
Everything I ever wanted or needed.

I did not know I was happy back then.
Each day more chores to do
Always working
never enough money.
The children always taking prioty.
the youngest newer than the springtime.

It was so long ago then
when we sat on the porch
sipping hot coffee
in the early quiet Spring morning.
Our children asleep in their beds.
On the table next to the coffee ***
a rolled newspaper full of war
and drama of the day, lay untouched.

I remember looking up at you
your blonde hair
flowing in the morning breeze.
I saw you then not as a wife
or mother to my children,
but as that woman
I could never get enough of
when we first met.
I thought how good your hair would feel
falling onto my bare chest in our bed.

If only I could have frozen that moment in time
put it into a bottle like a captured insect.
To open and breathe its fragrance,
again and again
To last me forever.

If you would have asked me now,
my love were you happy back then?
There on the old porch with lilac’s
growing up its broken trellis
in springtime abundance.
Beside the fragrant pathways
of a far off spring
I would have answered
yes my love.
Very happy,
so very happy.

It was so long ago
I know it was spring the
Lilacs were pungent and everywhere
the air was drenched with their fragrance.
I did not know I was happy back then.
Each day more chores to do
not enough sleep.
Always working and never enough money.
The children came one after another.
the youngest newer than the springtime.

It was so long ago
when we sat on our porch
sipping hot coffee
a rare adult moment for us.
In the early quiet cool spring morning.
Our children still asleep in their beds.
On the table next to the coffee ***
a rolled newspaper full of war
and drama of the day, lay untouched.

I remember looking up
at you at that moment.
Your beautiful hair
stirring in the slight morning breeze.
I saw you then not as my wife
or mother to my children,
but as a woman
the one I could never get enough of
when we first met.

I thought how good your hair would feel
falling onto my bare chest in our bed.
If only I could have frozen that moment in time
put it into a bottle like a captured insect.
To open and breathe its fragrance,
again and again through the passing years.
To last me forever in good and bad times.

If we could return to that moment
and you were to ask me then,
"My love are you happy?"

There in a distant time
on the old porch with lilac’s
cascading from its broken trellis
in glorious fragrant abundance.
Beside the floral pathways
of a far off spring

I would have answered
to you softly
in a loving whisper.
"yes my love.
Very happy,
so very happy."

It was so long ago
so many passing years.
I did not know If
I was happy back then.
Always working
never enough money.
children coming each year.
It was Springtime
I remember the lilacs were abundant.
We sat together on our old porch
a rare moment of us time.
our children were asleep
the youngest new as the spring.
seemingly ours forever.
hiding from us thier shallow roots.
that would be so easily transplanted.
This spring  morning early and quiet
I had no idea
I was happy then.
we drank hot coffee on the porch.
the newspaper folded untouched
full of war and drama of the day.
I remember looking at you intently.
Not as a wife or mother of our children.
But as that beautiful woman
I could never get enough of
when we first met.
The flowing golden hair of your head
tousled sofly in the morning breeze.
I was thinking only how soft it would feel
flowing onto my bare chest in our bed.
For a minute I was full to the brim
of you.
only you.
If only I could have
captured  that moment.
put in a jar
like a child collects insects.
to open again and again
through the passing years.
to breathe its sweet fragrance.
If you asked me now.
were you happy back then my love?
In that long ago glowing morning full
of the promise of springtime
and its flowering carpets
drowning in the fragrance of lilacs.
that proliferated the lattice
I would have whispered to you
Yes, my love,
very happy
so very happy.

Look at me my lover
She purred.
My eyes raised to look into hers
I could see so deeply into her.
I know all of her faults
Her temper
Her petulance
Her passions and vanities.
Everyone has said to me
you can do better
she is not compatible with your needs.
But then  a slight gasp of moonlight
frames her hair
from behind  like a halo.
And the corners
of her mouth
fall into an easy smile.
Even from across the room
She knows how much I want her.
And I know they could all be right.
But I don’t care
My heart does not have
any control
over who it falls in love with.

I was nineteen, almost twenty
back then. In the fifties.
The small after war mill town
in Lancashire
held dark hope for the future.
Smoke stacks and coal stained
buildings left from the remnants
of the industrial revolution.

Now all I felt in my heart was anger.
No jobs poor wages if you could get one.
But I had my looks and burning passion
to get somewhere in this ****** World.

My dad got me a job in the offices
At the coal mine where he was a miner.
it was on the
bottom rung of the ladder
I hated it, but it was a job.
That's where I met her, my boss.
The eldest daughter of the mine owner.

She was pretty and spoiled.
Well educated
at rich daddy's expense I guessed.
But used to her own way.
Nepotism was rife in those days.
She was thirty four but she kept
looking at me almost inspecting me.
Like her next toy I thought

But I was nineteen.  
I had never been with a woman
And she was well built and pretty.
She spoke to me gently and respectfully.
Like a teacher does to a pupil.

And as I listened all I could notice
Were her beautiful breast
and the impressive cleavage
In her blouse.

Every morning is he smiled at me
and wished me  good day.
What she did not know she had starred
In my ******  dream last night and in it
Her expensive clothes lay carelessly
On the  floor next to the bed,
That we were sharing.

She spent time with me
and taught.me a lot
about the business.
Her family owned half the town.

I had to work the weekend
the auditors were coming in
on monday morning early.
At seven o'clock on Saturday evening
we finished our preparations.

Thank you so much she said softly.
You must be famished I am.
She took me into town
in her MG sports car.
We ate at nice pub I had
three glasses of red wine.
I liked it I had never drank wine before.

She said do you have a girl.
I blushed no miss.
Why not, you are very nice looking.
Have you not found one lady
that you would like to ask out.

Yes miss I.mumbled there's one.
She looked at me I thought
I saw a tiny bit of jealousy.
But it could be the wine.
Who is she?
tell me about her it was half an order.

I called upon the glow
of my new found wine friend and said.
She's beautiful miss.
Very very stylish.
Lovely figure
and perfect gray eyes.
I don't think I have ever seen
a woman as lovely as her.

She sounds lovely she said.
But I noticed she was a bit miffed.
Why don't you ask her out.?
Because I don't think
she would accept miss.
Look she said out of the office
You may call me Elisabeth all right.
I said yes miss….er... Elizabeth.
Who is this lady you talk of anyway?

It's …..its you miss.
She went silent.
Looking at me intently.
Have I lost my job miss I asked.
No you haven't its alright.
I am much older than you.
It would not be appropriate.

Men go with ladies
much younger than they are miss.
Yes I know they do.

She took me back to the small
flat she kept in the city.
For nights that
she may be out on the town.
It was cosy and comfortable.
She poured more wine.

Why have you never married? I asked.
She smiled.
Because all those
that asked I didn't love,
all those I loved did not ask
she quipped.

I took my jacket off
it was warm with the wine.
And  the closeness to her.
My small pocket novel sided girlie
magazine fell out of the inside pocket.
I grabbed it quickly.

but she saw it.
Let me see it she said.
I passed it to her blushing.
She looked at the pictures
of the large breasted naked ladies.
They are lovely she said.

They are not as lovely as you are miss.
Have you ever been with a lady.
She asked.
I blushed no not yet,.
She said its time you did.

Taking my hand
she led me to her bedroom.
I am not sure what to do I whispered.
Hush hush now come to me,
She took me slowly and patiently.

I felt my childhood leave my body
Irrevocably rushing into her as my
manhood appeared in its place.

I slept in her arms and
when  I woke in the night.
she took me again
and held my head
onto her beautiful breast
as I slept like a child.

After that she took me to her place
after work almost every day,
She took me to her bed
and we made love.

After  few months I came into work
she called me into her office.
She looked troubled.
I thought I was getting fired.

But she said I'm pregnant.
In those days abortions
were illegal and dangerous.
And out of  wedlock babies poured
shame on lady and family.

She said I want this baby.
I told my mother
She broke it to daddy.
He's furious he wants to see you
in his office now.

I nearly collapsed
with fear and. confusion.
But I made my way to the
managing director's office.
He was a big man with a
moustache and silver hair.
Noted for his temper.

He said I make no bones about it.
You are not suitable
to a member of my family.
I had my lawyer draw up an agreement.
and termination package.

He brought out his checkbook.
He wrote a cheque payable to me
for thirty thousand pounds.
An enormous sum in those days.
Move on leave town
and never bother Elisabeth again.
He said strictly.

I do not know where
I got the courage from.
I looked at the cheque.
And thought of my
hundred and five pounds net worth.
And I tore it half.

Sir, You can fire me,
blacklist my name
in the north of England .
Make my life a living hell.
you have this power I know.
.
But I shall not leave Elisabeth
unless she tells me to go.
And even then
I do not want your money.

He stopped silently.
He always got his way,
No one ever talked back at him.
But.
There was something about this boy
that reminded him of himself so long ago
when he had not two penny's
to rub together.
and truth be known,
he married his wife Maud
because she was pregnant.

Very well
we will call my errant daughter.
and she can tell you to go herself.

Elizabeth came in the room
Her pretty eyes.
Red from crying.
Tell him to go daughter
he commanded.

I offered him thirty
thousand pounds to go away.
But he tore up the cheque.
He wants to hear you
to tell him to leave.
And he will leave
without a penny.

She looked up into my face
She saw the love
in my eyes that I had for her.

Do you want me she asked.
I answered
yes I do

Do you want this baby
she asked firmly
Yes I do.

Do you want to marry me
she asked?
Yes I do .

Old Abel her father knew defeat
when it was inevitable.
Alright against my blessing
you get married next week in white.
No bride of my family
Will go to altar great with child.

Ten years later

Abel had retired
And became the doting grandfather
To  our four children.
After the twins were born
then a year later his granddaughter
a year later his grandson.
he realised that his daughter
was the happiest women
in the north.of England.

.And his son in law
was  good husband and father.

I ran the mine
and expanded his interest
into electronics manufacturing.

We sit together on the river bank
sometimes Elizabeth and me.
I say l love you honey.
You are still the most beautiful woman
i have ever been with.

She laughs
i am the only woman
you have been with
I corrupted you as a youth.

.I am so happy you never
asked me to leave
that day in his office.
She smiled.
No,
I proposed to you instead,my  love.

Why did you not accept the huge sum
of money he offered and run.

Because
Of something you once said
about not being married
What's that then she questioned
All the ones you loved
did not ask you.
And
You were the one I loved
and you did ask me

Day Lillies
in my garden
by
Jude Kyrie

I have a garden of lilies
A collection so it seems.
Like some people collect stamps.
I planted one
In memory for each lost
part of me,
One for Dad
One for Mom
Two for my handsome brothers
One for my sweet sister.

Unlike those they remember
They ask nothing of me.
No emergencies or
wake up calls in the night.
Hardy against the
harsh winter.
Resistant to the sun
of midsummer.

They proliferate
and never fail
to grow and flower
in yearly abundance.

Asking only for a little water
In the very dry spells
Even then in their thirst
barely ruffling a leaf
to catch my attention.

Sometimes
in the early morning
the morning dew
collects as beads
on the new blooms
and the morning sunshine
glints in them.
like the tears that
well in my eyes
when I think
of who they were
planted for.

As a little girl he sat next to me at school.
I always liked him,  no, much more than that.
Later we walked home together.
He would carry my books.
At graduation he was my date.
We even went to college together.
We broke the chains of friendship and he became my lover.
My first and only love.
We married young it was no surprise
to our parents they were expecting it.
Before I knew it we had three kids, two girls and a boy.
Our son looks just like him.
It was just like any other day.
He came home from work.
Cooked burgers on the barbeque.
We got the kids to bed.
drank a glass of wine then went to bed at ten.
He wanted to make love but I was exhausted.
The kids had been terrors all day.
The next day he kissed me goodbye with a see you later honey.
I got a call from my friend she said put on the TV.
I saw the towers fall turning to ashes.
Like my life did that moment.
All I could think was I wish I had made love to him last night.

September 11 2015

The children are all grown up now
He would be so proud of them.
I look at my strong handsome son.
He looks like him exactly
We stand at ground zero and say a prayer.
I whisper it was always you honey.
Only you.
As if by magic he answered me
A giant beautiful rainbow
circled over New York
and I know it was for me.

For me you are perfection.
Unwittingly you fill all of
my open spaces.
Your arms fold about me
as I sleep in wonder.
Inside the darkness
The thought of you
pours stardust on my life.
I am your food
eat me
I am your wine
Drink me.

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.

My Pisces lover
Written by
Jude Kyrie

*when he lay beside me
in the ink of dreamy
nighttime poems.
I could hear the peaceful
Waters of lazy
mountain streams.

or the cry of a dolphin
far far away in the guiding
light of the sea.

Even his dreams
sparkled with sunbeams.
and the whispers of oceans.

His breathing in his sleep
sang lullabies from
a dreamy river bank.

And when he touched
me with his fingertips.
it spoke in a language
that needed no words.
But with the primeval sounds
Of sea creatures.

As we swam in the
deep mystical waters of the
piscean sea.
He held my hand
as we explored the streams
of life. within
the magical realm
of his gentle kingdom.

He sits lost inside the beauty
that lives in his mind.
Words pour from him
In a flourish.
Smoothly like honey
Streams from a honey dipper.
Next to him his forgotten
Cigarette has turned
.into an ash line.
Alongside a cup of
cold cloudy coffee.
He does not notice me
I am used to it.
Now and then
I will lift a lock of his
Beautiful hair from his eyes.
More like a mother
than his lover.
Perhaps an outward sign
Of my undying love for him.
A silent motion
that says
he still belongs to me.
I know he will not change.
But my heart loves
his beautiful heart.
And my mother always
Told me.
Hearts love forever.

My Wounded heart
will beat each day
against all odds.
Just as the ocean snuffs
out the sun on the horizon
every nightfall.
it will always carry on.

My River

Take all of me My River.
Flow me to your vast oceans.
Meander with me
with your graceful curves.
Let me scale your mountains
that walk the earth with you.
Let me find the valley
That you call your fertile place.
Hold me close My River
Wash my sins away
with your pure waters.
Fill my heart
with your loving thoughts.
Never leave me empty
Take me with you My River
wherever your waters flow
I will float with you.

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.

Theres a beautiful angel
Tha lives in my heart.
Shes always trying
to get me
to let her out
so everyone can see her.

But I keep her locked inside
She would spoil the me
I show the world.
The tough no nonsense me.
The my way or the highway me.
The never give a sucker
an even break me.

But then someimes
in the evening shadows
lay next to you in bed.
I let her out
just for only you to see her.
She makes my voice softer
and turns my man heart gentle.

She makes me
say dumb things
that tough old me
would never say.

Like I love you
so much honey
or
You mean everything
to me my love.
And
You are the most
beautiful thing in my life.

Its just some
Angel trick I guess.
But she turns me
into marshmallow soft.
And I melt with the love of you.

But then as the morning light
trickles through our window.
I put her back into her prison
inside my heart.

And I get ready to meet
the rough tough world
one more time
As tough hard old me
Walks out into the sunlight.

The secrets I do not tell even to myself.
Are the same things the Blossoms know
when they proliferate the cherry tree
even as they prepare to fall like confetti.
They are the babbling secrets of the brook
as its waters bounce stunned
into the rocks of the rapids.

Hush! whispers the librarian
As the rows and volumes of books
Keep their dusty secrets in silence
. In the garden The fluted speakers
Of the morning glory Sing only silence

Falling asleep in the nightime quiet.
Just the taunting voices
Of the nocturnal whippoorwill
Never tell!
Never tell!
Never tell -

She lives inside of me
sensual and deviant.
She knows all my needs.
Even the ones
in a dark room
that I cannot share.
When your eyes are closed
and the children asleep
in thier beds.
I hear her footsteps
she is calling to me.
I sit by the window
and see her dancing
in the moonlit garden.
Pouring a scotch
Down my throat
it burns like the fire
in my *****.
She purrs seductively
her cleavage heaving
her red lips shining wet.
she tells me
I need to be free.
I cover my ears
but it does not help
she is inside my soul
She is my burden
my secret shadow.

In my bedroom drawer I find.
Memories that you left behind.
A few love letters tied in blue.
A faded photograph or two.
I see on you a younger face.
One that makes my old heart race.
Inside my box of souvenirs
I see a million salty tears.
Collected through so many years?
How is it our long and golden hues?
Fit in a box like a pair of shoes.

it's raining poetry this day.
The trees have
unfurled buds
and cascade poems
of fragrance.
tonight the stars
sing nocturnes
As they create a lighted
road through the night sky
even the Nightingale
sings poetry in music.
springtime blossoms poetry
in every heart.
Poems that turn
into love songs
I want to drown
in its tenderness.
I am drenched
to the skin
in  beautiful words.

When breath leaves me
and the call beyond the sun
Suummons my soul
I will cling to an unknown star
far above you
it will sparkle in the galaxy.
When my children
see its twinkling diamond light.
They will see once more
the sparkle in my eyes.
Knowing I have  not
forsaken them
My old heart still beats
in time with the lights.
For they are my life
my family
my reason to be.
Look into the night sky
my children.
See my love beating
with my heart.
Beating for you
only for you.
For I shall always
look down from my star
In pride and in love.
And will wait patiently
For the time
we will rejoin each other
In the great forever.
For a reunion of hearts
that will last forever.

I remember when you were tiny
So fascinated by the moon
We hung a sky of golden stars
On the ceiling of your room.

You tied strings from star to star
Making star patterns yet unknown.
Became a bedtime spaceman.
That in your stars you roamed.

I think of the first time
You went outside in dark of night
To look at the spangled heavens
And Bathe in their magic light.

Your wide eyes saw earth’s ceiling
With a billion stars so bright.
It send your tiny heart reelling
On the clear and wondrous night.

The stars told you they loved you
Every planet star and all
But you were frightened of them
They made you feel so small.

You could not change the constellations
In the space beyond the sky.
And the feeling of being tiny
Almost made you cry.

But listen little traveler.
There’s something you must know
The minute that you were born on earth.
A new star began to glow

Listen little traveler
you must know this.
You were born from
a speck of stardust
that traveled from
the edge of time.
you were carried
by the winds of destiny.
and the breath of God's.
Your eyes are bright
with reflections
of all the stars you saw.
Your heart is strong
and unmarked
waiting for love.
Glowing like the
full moon.
For a while
I shall think of you
as mine.
But stardust cannot
be owned.
And one day
you will rise up
in the night sky
And shine
like the bright
star you are.

Once more I am writing poems
to the spirits that haunt my heart.
The ones that wail at my bones
beneath my skin.
Let all this darkness flow in my ink.
Pouring itself onto paper like blue veins.
Letting light back inside
make me whole again.
Its three in the morning
I am digging in the ruins of my heart.
Unearthing old broken memories.
Once you collected all the stars
In the milky way and
pressed them into my hands.
To guide you through
the darkness of life you said.
How could I not stop the gods
from taking you.
The one who could collect stars.
When you left I folded my heart
into a love letter.
And slipped it quietly into your soul.
To take with you to eternity.
I promised myself to stop
writing to the ghost.
But they are all the
comfort that remains,
So I write to them one more time.
As the dying embers of your stars
fade one by one.

My Starlight
By
Jude Kyrie

*What I always needed
was you,
always just you.
To be part of me like my
glasses or the
book by my chair.
Perhaps like the firelight
To rest In your arms
so full of warmth
comfort and safety.

Before we met
I dreamed of you..
you saw me there
in my dreams.
I Know you did.
I was holding out my arms
waiting for you.
Holding them out
until they ached.
Night after night
until dreams fade
into coffee and toast.

But I always knew
you were there for me.
That you would
come to me.one day.
Just as I Knew
the stars
are always there
even when
the sun is shining.
and no one can see them.

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

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

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

Most women prefer roses.
What is dear to me
is the hilltop on a windy
spring morning.
The proliferation of the
wildflowers like
a patchwork quilt
covering the hillside.
The waves of random colors
following the pure gust
of cool fresh air.
People call them weeds
but to me they are flowers
with wild free hearts.
That are as dependable
as the seasons.
They always bring me
a smile when the endless
days of winter
finaly surrender to spring.
But I love them mostly
because they remind me
of you .
My gentle giant.
You were always
the wildflower
I loved the most.

My Wildflowers

He has gone now.
And the world is less
for the loss of him.
When we met
he would only
bring me wildflowers.

Flowers that he knew
every name and variation.
Bluebell. Daisy aster
Cone flower celandine
Colts foot.
Every possible flower.
He knew them all.

Your dandelions have
Infested the gardens
Since you have been gone.
Blowing light feathered  seeds
Into the breath
of summer winds.

The children you gave me
Are scattered in the world
like wildflowers.
Blowing carefree and wild.
Rooting where they are happy.

People call my garden
a **** patch now.
But I love it
Just as I loved you
My wildflower
For the wild unbridled joy
You brought me.

A few feet from my cottage perimeter.
A country road curves and bends.
Full of dangers fast cars motorcycles
Tractors pass by us sometimes
Way to fast .
Almost hidden in the hedgerow
My little white highland terrier
Not much bigger than a fiurrball
Her Scottish tarten collar
A proud symbol of her origins.
The silver medal with Francis the
Saint of all animals glinting
In the sunlight so he can see
Her clearly through heavens mist.
My heart wants to bring her in the house.
To keep her from all the dangers.
But I know she has the spirit of the wolf
Inside her chest and needs her freedoms.
Like all good animals.
And i must allow her to be herself
Even if she finds danger.
And breathe a sigh of relief
When she patters into the kitchen
And lapses from her water bowl.
And I know how much.
I Would grieve
If I lost this little dog
That I love far too much.

Native Lament
A Story of Innocence Lost
By
Jude Kyrie*

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
are 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 winters.
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 again.

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

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

He followed the cop
that pulled him from the wreck.
He did not know why she was pretty
But that was not it.
He was once told that if you save
Someone's life they belong to you.
Well she could have his
He did not want it anymore.

She entered the bank
He saw the robbery before she did.
The robber lifted his weapon before
She had time to move but he jumped
in and took a bullet for her.

It was in my arm straight in and out.
She put three in the perp
before he could fire another shot.
I fell down she held me in her arms.
As I was bleeding out.
Why did you do that she said
I would have been killed.
That's why I whispered.

She visited me in hospital
Brought me grapes
I hate ******* grapes.
She had no idea who I was
When the car wreck happened
I was covered in blood and EMS
Ran me to the hospital.
Names don't stay with people
Only faces.

When I got out
She appeared at my rented room door
With a coffee and doughnuts
I don't talk much since..well just since.
Who the **** are you she asked
A God ******  Angel.
I said I don't think God dams angels.
She seemed to like me.
**** knows why I wasn't nice to her.

She started looking for me on her shift.
Grabbing coffee and suggesting dates.
I told her no offence don't arrest me
But I don't date anymore.
But she was a new York cop
and a woman ******* relentless.

She said she would make life hell for me
If I didn't take her for a date.
******* women.
I gave in and said I would join her
At the blues club nearby.
We got there at 10 pm after her shift
She looked ******* hot.
The blues were playing
I heard the alto sax wailing
It cried like my soul was feeling.

She saw tears in my eyes
And held me to her soft breast.
Tell me what it is
Is it me she asked?
I was just silent.
The owner of the club saw me.
He said Tony where the ******* been.
It's been two years since you came her
We miss your sax wailing boy.
He said where's your sax?
Don't you have it anymore?
I shook my head it was a lie
But I had my reasons.
He grabbed the alto sax
from the band playing.
Make it weep Tony.
My heart needs to hear you play man.
He moved quietly to the stage.
And the room went silent
Just as if the Angel Gabriel
was going to wail his horn.
They remembered me they stood up
and clapped for five minutes.
Blues people don't change.
They just get ******* older.
I said nothing
But played nature boy

Peggy got up and took the mike
She cried the words as I played
Tears falling down  her sad black face

There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered
very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he

My cop was crying too
She said I don't cry ever see.
I am a cop I see ****.
Who the **** are you she said?
But I let the sax wail for my words..
It poured my sadness into the night.

She got my full name from Peggy.
She says that boy needs a woman.
But then a woman is Peggy's
answer to all problems.

She run the info though the computers
at the precinct those ******* things
Know every leak you ever take.
She saw the car wreck the body bags
Me covered in blood.

She found my mother in law's place.
And went there.
She said he's heart sick
He wont go home
Won't let anyone in.
He blames himself.
He's never cried once
It's eating him inside.

She said I can't find him
Hes over at the cemetery.
She missed her shift change over
And went to the Park Lawn

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

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

Two years later
Tony came back from his gig
At the blues club
He had a recording contract in his pocket.
The money would come in handy
What with their second child
coming in a few months.
Kids were pricey little buggers.

She was way too tough for me.
no it's more I was not hard enough for her.
The old ***** brick houses
of Englands industrial north
caught between industrial revolution
and social unrest .
I was just a youth back then.
The big war fading from memory.
I stopped at my friend's back yard
it was a hot summer back then.
His souped up bike was gleaming
like a prize racehorse.
She pulled a flask of *****
and took a long pull
her bright red hair
like glowing coal
her eyes as black as darkness
she was hard pretty.
Her mini skirt flashing
her shaply legs.
a stray dog big and hard
just like her.
jumped up and licked her face.
she Laughed
they were like two
kindred spirits
like sisters by nature
wild and drifting and free.
She had *** with me
the first time I met her
and told me I was not
rough enough for her.
I just was a bit scared
of telling her
I wanted out of it.
The kick-started bike roared
like the steel lion it was.
She squealed in delight.
then the stray dog peed
on the concrete.
she lifted her skirts
like the hard ***** she was
and peed next to it.
she jumped on the back
of his bike and they
went off at full speed.
To test his bike out
at the racetrack.
I hear they shacked up together.
and we're very happy.
I dated a nerdy young woman
quiet and conservative
who became a librarian.
We got married
four years later.
had two kids
and a housetrained dog.
She never once told me
I was not rough enough in bed.

When the loss falls
upon you like the darkness.
And in your heart
it seems irrecoverable
and all is forever lost.

Then remember this.
Even when the mighty stars
supernova in cataclysmic
exploding destruction..
Their energy
cannot be destroyed
but will only change state.
As it joins the expanding
universe.
To become a part
of something more
beautiful.

Never fade away
by
Jude Kyrie

I can still find you
even in the distance
of forevers eternity.
Your vision is a memory
from my hearts souvenir box.
I grip it harder this memory.
but it is like golden sand.
the harder I hold a few
grains fall from my
hand like tears.
The southern winds
kiss my face with seaspray.
If I close my eyes
I feel your lips on my cheek.
the wind sings through
the seagrass.
I hear your comforting voice
whispering to me.
I replace the remaining grains
of your golden memory.
Back into the safe
keeping of my heart.
And whisper to you.
Never fade away
my beloved.

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

A Winter's moon
silhouettes the pines.
Snowfalls silent tune
as the year unwinds.

Dark Skeleton trees
crowd  the distant shore.
There's a sob in the breeze
as the old year is no more.

nightbloom

The fragrance of Jasmine
is sweet in the air.
And we shall be friends
this magic night and I.
This perfumed dampness
of a lovers hair.
We shall mingle as one
this night and my soul.
If the nectar of heaven
filled my cup
and I drank
its heady brew quickly
becoming intoxicated
by its flow.
I would still remain
transfixed.
Standing in purest clarity
by my doorway.
Drowning in
the falling blossoms
of this moonglow.
The wildflowers tangled
in its mystic light.
Drenched in the sweetness
of the evening hours.

In half slumber the shrill ring
awakened me.
I reach for you to answer it
but you are a world away
in the moment my heart
sobbed in its need of you.
The black bowl of the telephone
filled with fragrant blooms.
As your soft voice lifted
from across the world.
Vibrant colors painted
my vision  as the inflections
of your voice flowed
like gentle summer rain.
As it rose the petals of the
rosebuds opened
and my heart filled with joy.
Your voice caressed me
like a lovers touch.
as I closed my eyes.