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Jude kyrie Mar 2019
Origami
Sometimes
when you stare at me.
I feel naked in front of you.
no more  
than a sheet of white paper.

your eyes cut me
like razor blades.
Your white teeth
chew my shapes.
you have all the powers
I am being folded
into the object that
you want  me to be
all that you desire.
A deer
a bird
a aeroplane.

your deft fingers fold
and crease  my shape.
can you not see.me
my flesh is soft and pliable.
my heart is beating
with passion for you.

my mind is clear and decisive
I crave only your love
Your acceptance.
And yes.
your tenderness

yet you fold me once again
I feel the pain of each crease.
Yet I know the truth.
in your eyes
I am but origami
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
Sometimes when
you stare at me.
I feel naked
and made of clay.

Just a sheet of white paper.
your eyes cut me
like razor blades.
Your white teeth
chew my shapes.

you have all the powers
I am being folded
into the object
you desire.
A deer
a bird
a building.

your deft fingers fold
and cease my shape.
can you not see me.
Can you not feel me.

my flesh is
soft and pliable
my heart beating
wildly with passions.
Like a captive bird
held in your hand.

My mind clear and decisive
I crave only your love,
your tenderness,
to please your needs.

yet you fold
me once again
firmly sharpening
each crease.
In your eyes
I am just
origami.
Jude kyrie Aug 2016
Sometimes you stare at me.
before your beautiful
gaze I am naked and pale.
no more than
a sheet of white paper.

I know you want
to change me.
mold me into
your own creation.

your eyes cut me
like razor blades.
Your white teeth
chew my shapes.
you have all the powers
I am being folded
into the object
you desire.

A deer.
a bird.
a building.

your deft fingers fold
and crease  my shape.
can you not see.
my flesh is soft and plible
my heart beating with passions
my mind clear and decisive
I crave only your love
your tenderness
to fill your needs.
yet you fold me once again.
the crease leaves a line
across my soul,
In your eyes
I am only origami.
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
Sometimes you stare at me.
I am naked and empty to you
No more than
a sheet of white paper.

your eyes cut me
like razor blades.
Your white teeth
chew my shapes.
you have all the power.
I am being folded
into the object
you desire.

A deer
a bird
an aeroplane
your deft fingers fold
and create my shape.

can you not see.
my flesh is soft and pliable.
my heart beating with passions
my mind clear and decisive.
That your folds and creases
Leave me in agony?

I crave only your love
your tenderness
your needs and desires.
Only for you.

Yet you fold me once again.
In your hands
I am origami.
Acceptance is the purestgift of all.
Jude
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
For a quarter century as my wife
I have walked around the chambers
of your sweet heart.
It is the safest place I know
full of memories of us.
Here is your first glance
So fateful was that a smile?
I never remembered that before.
Just the promise
and invitation it held.

In your arms
I live in my safe place.
The home that fate saved for me.
You hold the only key
I do not need one since
I will never leave this place.
I feel your arms
around me so safe
Never ever let go of me.

My heart is open
its locks undone.
It beckons you inside it
To live in my sunshine
To feel every beat
as my blood flows.
Reassuring safe and loved

Let us live
inside each others hearts forever
In our safe places.
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
I visit myself in the darkness
A tourist in my my own existence.
Lost between sleep and dreams.
As I walk about the museum like
features of my own home.

In a garden of
abundance and  flowers
with moonlight ambiance.
That I must have planted
Yet I do not remember them.

In separate rooms
The sleeping children
so sweet and beautiful.
yet I see them as a stranger.

My clothes in the closet
hang in neat order
shirts suits pants
I know I wear them
They hide me from who I am.

But the woman
asleep in my bed.
Knows me well
even in this darkness.
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
From the darkness of the abyss
that is space and time.
Deep inside its blackened void.
A ray of light travelled all the forevers.
From a hilltop in a winters night
It reached my heart.
In sympathy of a lost memory
My love light coalesced.
Now neither the sky or the night
Is dark as we light up the world.
Dancing in our own starlight.
Jude kyrie May 2016
Out of time


I feel the flames
raging inside of me.
They flow from my fingertips
burning all I touch.
The world is spinning
faster and faster.
I lay on its surface
and grip it
trying to slow it down.
I run the other way
but it it relentless.
I pray to the rain to cool me.
The soft clouds to bring me shade.
The wind to give me air.
But I am burning
all the fuel of my time.
I feel the raging flames
inside of me.
And I am almost
out of time.
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
Finally I am over her
She is melting like a
half forgotten tune.
No longer my ex beloved.
Now turning into old memories
I packaged all the
stuff she left here,
It's in my storage area.
Fitting into a
single cardboard box.
Can you believe that? .

I have purged her from
My favorite bar finegans
Now reclaimed I stop
On my way home for
a beer and wings.
Occasionally I still
Wait in the car for her
To bare her teeth and
ask if she had
chicken stuck  in them.
But it passes.

I get miffed when I
Come across her
lipstick tube in my glove box.
Or a single woolen glove
of hers in my
winter coat pocket.

Yesterday I found a kibble
Under the sofa
from her little dog.
I had my place manicured
by my cleaning lady.
Muttering to her
about bugs and mice.
But i think what
I was really cleaning
Were old memories of her
left  scattered
about in my heart.
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
Over Her at last

Its one of those days
When I am feeling fine again.
I think at last I am over you.
You are fading from me
Like a half forgotten tune.

I thought I would never feel
As good as this again
When you left me you took
a big piece of my heart with you.
But I am back on my feet now.

But wait a moment
Its springtime
And the rain it falls like a mist
Here’s the tree where
we used to shelter.
The blossoms are falling
Lantern shaped and dew covered.
Like the tears I shed for so long.

.If I listen carefully
I can hear your laughter
from far away
And drown in the joy we shared.

It’s just the springtime
I know it
But then
I should never think
Of you in springtime.
For that will surely
Break my heart in two
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
Finally I am over her at last.
She is melting like a
half forgotten tune.
No longer my ex beloved.
Now fading into old memories

I packaged all her
things she left here,
It's in my storage area.
Fitting into a
single cardboard box
Can you believe that?

I have purged her from
My favorite bar Finnegans.
Now reclaimed I stop
On my way home
from work for
a beer and wings.

Occasionally I forget
she's not with me and
Wait in the car for her
To bare her teeth and
ask if she had
chicken stuck  in them.
But it passes.

I get miffed when I
Come across her
lipstick tube in my glove box.
Or a single woolen glove
of hers in my
winter coat pocket.

Yesterday I found a kibble
Under the sofa
from her yappy little dog.
I had my place manicured
by the cleaning lady.
Muttering to her
about bugs and mice.

But what I  think that I
was really cleaning
Were  old pieces of her
she had left scattered
about in my heart.
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
over you at last
By
Jude Kyrie

I have stopped writing love poems for you.
And please do not think this is a love poem.
Because today
I am finally over you at long last.

I do not care to relive past moments of us anymore,
expressed in beautiful poetry.

Like when I saw you for the first time.
And the songs of angels rang in my heart.
And I knew---I knew-----I Knew.


I will never write another love poem
for you ever again.

Like when we sheltered
from the soft spring rain
Below an old maple tree
in muted misty springtime olive greens.
And I noticed the color of its leaves
were the exact color of your eyes.


I am finished with writing  
love poems for you
it's good to be over you at last.
And I will never mention again

How I still stop
and catch my breath
when I hear a laugh
exactly like yours.
Or perhaps when
I see a woman from behind
And her hair is burnished gold
just like yours.


I am now quite over you.
In fact, I hardly ever think
of you anymore.

*Except perhaps in springtime.
But then again.
I should never think of springtime.
For that would surely
break my heart in two
Bittersweet thoughts of love
Sigh
jude
Jude kyrie Dec 2018
Neither one of them knew when the rivalry began.
It was certainly in their infancy.
Rachel Huntington was twenty
a star scholar at Oxford university.
Matthew fotheringham was the same age
also a star scholar  
They excelled in the study of English literature
having read all of the aincent and modern classics in high school.
It was known that saint Hilda's college at Oxford
regarded Rachel as  the most  gifted student
they had seen for years.
In his group the same was said for Matthew.

They shared the same advanced literature class
and the tension between then was palatable.
She would put forward a proposition
on Shakespeare repeated usage of
Iambic pentameter.
And Matthew would destroy her concept
with a detailed analysis of his works.

Have you been  cribbing with Cole's notes
he would add in disdain.
Rebecca hated him
calling him insufferably conceited and a total buffoon.

He once went to her dorm
to pick up an ancient script
she had borrowed from the library , the only copy.
He phoned from the hall
shall I come up to your room
And pick it up.
Rachel shouted No!
I will bring it down to you.
You are never to come up to my dorm.
It's not that I wouldn't allow a man up here
But if anyone were to see you leaving
and got the wrong idea.
I don't want them to think I have no taste
and low standards in boyfriends.
And that's how it went on.

Then the literature guilds competition had been announced
Scholars from all over Europe
were to present their essays of no less than 25 thousand words and the winner would receive 25 thousand guineas
but more importantly that opened the door
to the chairs of literature all through the continent.

The rivalry escalation was at fever pitch.
Matthew worked  75. Hour weeks on his essay
Rachelle kept up with him never wasting a single moment.
The class bookmaker has had narrow odds on the winner it one of these two.

They went to the presentation hall
and entered the book sized essays
sealed in manilla envelopes
Rachel quipped,you don't have a chance,
you couldn't copy mine.
Matthew said,
I hope they don't use the new plagiarism software
you have probably stole yours from the internet.
I already have made plans for my winnings he bragged.
What a good plated pocket protector
and  a girl friend you just add air too.
Matthew was hurt
Particularly at the insult
that he had a blow up plastic girlfriend.
He remembered humor was the best defence
it showed they could not hurt you.
I only bought her for driving
on the diamond lanes on the highway.
Anyhoo nothing happened between us
until that last night of term
When we drank too much wine.
Rachel walked off in disgust
As he yelled so all could here
She's better in bed than you will ever be .

It was two weeks to the announcement of the contest winners.
No use worrying about it Matthew said
He went for a long evening stroll by the river.
As he turned on the river bend he saw Rachel
She was crying say beneath a huge willow tree.

For once he did not have a smart quip or an insult.
He walked to her and sat down next to her.
Why are you weeping ? Rachel he asked gently.
She had never ever heard his voice so soft.
My father died last night. She sobbed.
It occurred to Matthew he knew nothing of her life.
I am so sorry what happened
He was the clergyman at Saint Monica's Anglican Church
He had cancer and never let me know.
It had taken all his savings to get me through Oxford.
And he did not want me to lose focus.
Then she wept freely
Matthew held her close to him she wept on his his shoulder
His fingers gently touched her reddish auburn hair.
It was soft she smelt of lavender soap it was nice.
I ...I have to go to Stow  on the wold, tomorrow for the funeral.
I shall take you there
Do you have a car she asked.
Yes I have a twenty year old MG convertible.
My dad bought me when I got into Oxford.
It was arranged he picked her up
and off to the funeral they went .

He never felt as comfortable
or comforting in all his life.
He was seeing her in a new light
after all the stupid years.
They arrived at the old vicarage
Mrs Evans the housekeeper hugged them both
It's about time you got your pretty nose
out of those old dusty books
And got yourself a boyfriend.
The weird part was neither one of them
corrected Mrs Evans.

The funeral took place
And they set back along the old country roads to the university.
They talked about literature art poets and writers.
Then the old engine conked out.
Miles from anywhere
You need to go get petrol she said.

But there's no station between here and Oxford said Michael.
The phone signal was not reaching them.
We have to sleep in the car for the night.
Rachel said as long as you don't get any ideas.
You are not my type.

He was going to tell her she was his type
but said nothing.
It was freezing in the night Rachel was shivering
He took off his coat and jacket
and put them over her in the back seat
As he shivered frozen in the front seat.

In the early morning they woke up
She stepped out of the car and stretched
Matthew was on one knee in front of her
What are doing she asked?
What does it look like I am doing ?
I am proposing that you become my wife.
Never! never! never !
After all the insults you have laid upon me.
Well I'm I'm sorry he whispered.
Not good enough she shouted.

Do you have the guts to make a bet with me Matthew asked.?
Her reddish hair answered the challenge
Just try me.
OK if I win the award you will become my wife.
If I win then you get lost and marry the blow up lady.she countered.
Well the challenge was a tough one
If she did not accept it it was saying he was smarter than her and she knew it.
If she accepted it was the opposite.
OK you have a deal.

A week later Matthew was working in the library
The prize winners are being posted on the notice board.
He felt a gasp in his chest
As he reached the crowd of students he saw Rachel
She even had a trace of makeup on she was now
Getting to look beautiful to him.
Good luck rachel he whispered I hope you win.
She knew he meant it but she remembered the wager.
She said softly I hope it's you that wins Mathew.
A young woman rushed out of the crowd
Rachelle you won you won.
Mathews heart sank
Congratulations Rachel I am so happy for you.
She felt a tear selling in her eye
Mathew where are you going she said.
You told me to go And marry my send away lady
that you just add air to.
If I lost the bet and you won Rachel.
And her heart sank in her chest.

Then the young woman saw him
Matthew congratulations you won.
She showed him a copy of the winners notice.
It had a note
In all the years of the competition we have never had two such magnificent essays
The adjudicator's were unable to mark one better than the other
We have shared the prize to two winners for the very first time.
Rachel held Mathew close and kissed him fully and hard.
Not caring who was watching.
He kissed her back
The crowd were astonished
their feud was legendary at Oxford.


Two years later.

Matthew strolled in the park with the twins
and his beloved wife Rachel.
She had married him
a week after the award ceremony at Oxford.
It was said in the coffee room that the university
had never had two professors
as much in love as them
they were now both  teaching in the English department
and we're already in competition for their tenure.
But they never spent a moment appart.

He picked up the twins
and shouted his love for Rachel
on the top of his voice.
The evening breeze picked up the perfume
of the fallen leaves.
Rachel smiled at him
and whispered softly
I love you too dearest.

She felt him slip into that private room in her heart
that she always saved for her soulmate
As he entered the room holding their two babies.
She locked the door behind him
with the only key that existed.
And then she threw it
into the dense woodlands of Oxfordshire
Never to found again.
Opposites yet so alike .
The best kind of connection.
Jude
Jude kyrie Jan 2017
Neither one of them knew when the rivalry began. It was certainly in their infancy.
Rachel Huntington was twenty  a star scholar at Oxford university.
Matthew fotheringham was the same age also a star scholar  
They excelled in the study of English literature having read all of the aincent and modern classics in high school.
It was known that saint Hilda's college at Oxford regarded Rachel as  the most  gifted student they had seen for years.
In his group the same was said for Matthew.
They shared the same advanced literature class and the tension between then was palatable.
She would put forward a proposition on Shakespeare repeated usage of
Iambic pentameter.
And Matthew would destroy her concept with a detailed analysis of his works
Have you been  cribbing with Cole's notes he would add in disdain.
Rebecca hated him calling him insufferably conceited and a total buffoon.
He once went to her dorm to pick up an ancient script she had borrowed from the library the only copy.
He phoned from the hall shall I come up to your room
And pick it up.
Rachel shouted No!
I will bring it down to you.
You are never to come up to my dorm.
It's not that I wouldn't allow a man up here
But if anyone were to see you leaving and got the wrong idea.
I don't want them to think I have no taste and low standards in boyfriends.
And that's how it went on.

Then the literature guilds competition had been announced
Schoolers from all over Europe were to present their essays of no less than 25 thousand words and the winner would receive 25 thousand guineas but more importantly that opened the door to the chairs of literature all through the continent.

The rivalry escalation was at fever pitch.
Matthew worked  75. Hour weeks on his essay
Rachelle kept up with him never wasting a single moment.
The class bookmaker has had narrow odds on the winner it one of these two.

They went to the presentation hall and entered the book sized essays sealed in manilla envelopes
Rachel quipped you don't have a chance you couldn't copy mine.
Matthew said I hope they don't use the new plagiarism software you have probably stole yours from the internet.
I already have made plans for my winnings he bragged.
What a good plated pocket protector and  a girl friend you just add air too.
Matthew was hurt
Particularly at the insult that he had a blow up plastic girlfriend.
He remembered humor was the best defence it showed they could not hurt you.
I only bought her for driving on the diamond lanes on the highway.
Anyhoo nothing happened between us until that last night of term
When we drank too much wine.
Rachel walked off in disgust
As he yelled so all could here
She's better in bed than you will ever be .

It was two weeks to the announcement of the contest winners.
No use worrying about it Matthew said
He went for a long evening stroll by the river.
As he turned on the river bend he saw Rachel
She was crying say beneath a huge willow tree.

For once he did not have a smart quip or an insult.
He walked to her and sat down next to her.
Why are you weeping Rachel he asked gently.
She had never ever heard his voice so soft.
My father died last night. She sobbed.
It occurred to Matthew he knew nothing of her life.
I am so sorry what happened
He was the clergyman at Saint Monica's Anglican Church
He had cancer and never let me know.
It had taken all his savings to get me through Oxford.
And he did not want me to lose focus.
Then she wept freely
Mathew held her close to him she wept on his his shoulder
His fingers gentle touched her reddish suborn hair.
It was soft she smelt of lavender soap it was nice.
I ...I have to go to Stowe  on the wold tomorrow for the funeral.
I shall take you there
Do you have a car she asked.
Yes I have a twenty year old MG convertible. My dad bought me when I got into Oxford.
It was arranged he picked her up and off to the funeral they went .
He never felt as comfortable or comforting in all his life.
He was seeing her in a new light after all the stupid years.
They arrived at the old vicarage
Mrs Evans the housekeeper hugged them both
It's about time you got your pretty nose out of those old dusty books
And got yourself a boyfriend.
The weird part was neither one of them corrected Mrs Evans.

The funeral took place
And they set back along the old country roads to the university.
They talked about literature art posts and writers.
Then the old engine conked out.
Miles from anywhere
You need to go get petrol she said.
But there's no station between her and Oxford
The phone signal was not reaching them.
We have to sleep in the car for the night.
Rachel said as long as you don't get any ideas.
You are not my type.
He was going to tell her she was his type but said nothing.
It was freezing in the night Rachel was shivering
He took off his coat and jacket and put them over her in the back seat
As he shivered frozen in the front seat.
In the early morning they woke up
She stepped out of the car and stretched
Matthew was on one knee in front of her
What are doing she asked?
What does it look like I am doing ?
I am proposing that you become my wife.
Never! never! never !
After all the insults you have laid upon me.
Well I'm I'm sorry
Not good enough she shouted.

Do you have the guts to make a get with me Matthew asked.?
Her reddish hair answered the challenge
Just try me.
OK if I  win the award you will become my wife.he said.
If I  win you get lost and marry the blow up lady.she countered.
Well the challenge was a tough one
If she did not accept it it was saying he was smarter than her and she knew it.
If she accepted it was the opposite.
OK you have a deal.

A week later Matthew was working in the library
The prize winners are being posted on the notice board.
He felt a gasp in his chest
As he reached the crowd of students he saw Rachel
She even had a trace of make-up on she was now
Getting to look beautiful to him.
Good luck rachel he whispered I hope you win.
She knew he meant it but she remembered the wager.
She said softly I hope it's you that wins Mathew.
A young woman rushed out of the crowd
Rachelle you won you won.
Mathews heart sank
Congratulations Rachel I am so happy for you.
She felt a tear selling in her eye
Mathew where are you going
You told me to go And marry my send away lady that you just add air too
If I lost the bet you won Rachel.
And her heart sank in her chest.
Then the young woman saw him
Matthew congratulations you won.
She showed him a copy of the winners notice.
It had a note
In all the years of the competition we have never had two such magnificent essays
The adjudicator's were unable to mark one better than the other
We have shared the prize to two winners for the very first time.
Rachel held Mathew code and kissed him fully and hard. Not caring who was watching. He kissed her back
The crowd were astonished their tied was legendary at Oxford.


Two years later.
Matthew strolled in the park with the twins and his beloved wife Rachel.
She had married him a week after the award ceremony at Oxford.
It was said in the coffee room that the university had never had two professors as much in love as them they were now teaching in the English department and we're already in competition for their tenure.
But they never spent a moment appart.

He picked up the twins and shouted his love for Rachel on the top of his voice.
The evening breeze picks up the perfume of the fallen leaves.
Rachel smiled at him and whispered softly I love you too dearest.
She felt him slip into that private room in her heart that she always saved for her soulmate
As he entered the room holding their two babies.
She locked the door behind him with the only key that existed.
And then she threw  it into the dense woodlands of Oxfordshire
Never to found again.
All's well that ends well
Nice play
Shakespeare
Jude kyrie Mar 2019
First love is the original sin of lust.
When it's taste explodes in your senses.
All the church bells chimed sweet music.
You found me in an unsuspecting instant.
And I gripped you like a drowning man.

Youth hides the impossible chances of repetition
We were sharing the neutrinos that passed through us
The chains of childhood melted leaving us unfettered.
In innocence we found the bottomless pool
Of the purest lust.
Had the sky ever been so blue
Or the ocean so clear.

Take my heart my love
Never let it go
This place we have found
All the clarity we desire.
The world below us
Are all blind
Yet we can see.

The storms of youth
Exploded in our light
The snows of our
Shangri-la melted
And I missed you.

I searched the earth to find you
Walking in the hinterland of joy
Can you see me my love
Look into the clouds of smoke
Left from our fires.
This place is a wasteland
Come to me
Entwine our hearts
Become one with me
Fly away together
...  to our paradise lost
The impudence of youth
Make lies of the lasting
Truths that sometimes
There is only one chance
Jude
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
It seems a lifetime ago.
I know I did not know back then
that I was so happy.
My parents seemingly permanent
hiding from me their fragile mortality,
as much part of my life’s structure
as the small house we lived in.

Days full of longing for more time
to breathe in my lungs deeply
the new fragrances of each season.
With all the newness of life everywhere
Lambs, puppies, kittens and goldfish.
The vivid colors of my first spring.
Perhaps more importantly the new odors.
Did they ever smell as good later in life?

Summer holidays from school,
jumping out of the classroom door
like a soul leaving the body for heaven.
Wonderful days filled
with fishing games and friends
If I had known then how to
capture that moment in time
place it like an insect in a bottle
to open again and again,,
breathing its remembrances into my soul
of the lost innocence of my childhood.
Jude kyrie Sep 2016
Paris
A story of first love.
By
Jude kyrie*

It’s like I am a guitar and the fingers
of lovers are strumming the strings
Spinning my emotions
Commanding me to stay
She said

We walked the busy streets of Paris
Too full of lovers overflowing in spring
To find us a little place
In a Paris with no space

Its fingers are making me sing love songs
I am so in love with you
So in love she sighed

We walked from room to room
seeking pure light from the north
to touch her beauty as I painted her

I feel like it is you inside me
Your fingers playing my heart
Allowing it to beat and flow blood
Keeping it safe and loved she said*

I entered her through
the door of her heart
That she left open
Only for me.
In Paris that
far away springtime.
And found my home
Where I would always stay
Ahhhhh Paris
Jude
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
Paris Dawn

I walk the old streets of Paris.
The vibrations of lovers
purr from the pavement.
A constant aria
without beginning or end.
How can I ever forget you
my eternal city.
Only when the light of life
falls away from my eyes.
At nightglow the silence
Intensifies her passions.
This city needs lovers like food.
and I need the city.
Morning light appears
Yet Paris is still vibrant .
Even without sleep
she is fresh and gay.
The old stone of the buildings
Sheds the warmth from
the curtains of sunlight
now unfolding in spring dawn.
On the west bank
of the old river
artist are mounting
their easels.
To capture the ambiance
of Paris awaking.
The colorful palettes
mixing her hues.
I feel lost in time
Both history and today
Melt into a single place.
Like the mixed colors
on the artist paintings.
How can I ever forget you
my Paris.
For you gave me
passion and love.
You showed me my soul.
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
It’s like I am a guitar and the fingers
of lovers are strumming the strings
Spinning my emotions,
Commanding me to stay,
She said

We walked the busy streets of Montmartre
Its bright lights as warm as our love.
A Paris to full of lovers
overflowing in this spring night.
To find us a little studio place.
In a Paris with no space.

She stops for a kiss
Its fingers are making me
sing love songs.
I am so in love with you,
So in love,
she sighed

We walked from room to room.
seeking the pure light from the north.
To touch her beauty as I painted her.
She poses for the magic of my brush.

I feel like it is you inside me
Your fingers playing my heart
Allowing it to beat and flow blood
Keeping it safe and loved
she said*

I entered her through
, the door of her heart
Which she opened for only me.
And there In Paris
that long ago springtime
I found my home
Where I would never leave.
Jude kyrie Mar 2016
particles of us

*you
soft and sublime.
easy with generosities.
voice of honey
breath of flowers.
so difficult to leave.
I swallow your goodbye
but it sticks in my chest.

me
only footsteps away from you
I look into the yet innocence of earth.
and seek the familiar things.
flavors of my life that I need
elements of you
particles of me
in everything I see.

today I see the shoreline of the lake.
the soft sheathes of the willows
swaying in the light breezes
filling me with tranquil promises
of our life yet to come.
full of the flow of your hair
swaying soft waves on my bare skin.
endless Sunday mornings
with tea and shared newspapers
conversations of confidences.
I hear our whispers
in the branches
like moths .

At Night
the wise moon pours light
onto the silvered pavement.
it tells me of you
and how your love
will be waiting for me
as it waits for the darkness.
patiently and full of forevers.
All I can breathe
in its milky light
are the possibilities of you.
slowly and silently
the world changes
until all that is visible to me.
is something of you
and something of me.
Jude kyrie Jul 2016
Time​ ​creeps​ ​by​ ​in​ ​darkness
Silently​ ​like​ ​a​ ​cat​ ​on​ ​the​ ​prowl.
All​ ​i​ ​see​ ​now​ ​after​ ​its​ ​voracious
​ ​appetite​ ​for​ ​life​ ​are​ ​​ ​ghost.
Lichen​ ​covered​ ​houses
From​ ​the​ ​burnt​ ​ashes​ ​of​ ​long​ ​ago.
School​ ​steps​ ​in​ ​a​ ​small​ ​village.
A​ ​boy​ ​jumping​ ​out​ ​to​ ​freedom
for​ ​the​ ​holidays​ ​like​ ​a​ ​soul
Jumping​ ​back​ ​to​ ​heaven..
I​ ​see​ ​another​ ​ghost  
a​ ​scruffy​ ​little​ ​boy
Running​ ​free​ ​with​ ​an  
even​ ​scruffier​ ​little​ ​dog.
But​ ​I​ ​think​ ​it​ ​is​ ​me
Jude kyrie Jun 2019
Silent drifting snowflakes
Touch the face like a mother's kiss.
The nights silence is now a Harbinger
A few stubborn leaves cling tenaciously
To the almost skeleton Silhouette of the trees.
Snowfalls first dusting, frames the World with
Ghostlike outlines with winters artistic brush.
Moonlight drifts from a sad Moon
It's backdrop a sallow winter sky
Gloating for it's victory over
the Weak remnant of late autumn.
A chill wind cuts through the stillness
It's icy fingers grasping the soul.
And once again as Spaceship Earth
Moves along its preordained path.
The slow journey  to a far off springtime
Has just begun.
Moments of change
Are always
With us.
Jude
Jude kyrie Jan 2016
two snowmen stood in an empty  field
one said to the other.
that's weird
I can smell carrots too.
my granddaughter Kate's latest joke.
jude
Jude kyrie Aug 2016
Not all people that are alone are lonely.
Not all people that are lonely are alone.*

Jude
Be happy
Jude
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
I whisper to you
I love you honey.
I say four small words
Simple and sweet.
As a child may say them
when it falls asleep.
Yet when softly spoken
to you in the moonlight.
The dragon that guards
The portcullis to the fortress.
that is your hearts defense’s.
Lays peaceful and silent.
I walk past him
without fear or harm.
The rusted iron gates creak open
As you welcome me once again
inside your heart.
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
Passwords to the heart
Jude Kyrie

*I love you honey
I say four small words
Simple and sweet.
As a child may say them
when it falls asleep.
Yet when softly spoken
to you in the moonlight.
The dragon that guards
The portcullis to the fortress.
that is your hearts defense’s.
Lays peaceful and silent.
I walk past him without harm.
The rusted iron gates creak open
As you welcome me once again
inside your heart.
Jude kyrie Jul 2016
Patsy Sings That’s My Desire One More Time

A Story Poem
From
Jude Kyrie

The old place looks just the same, honey.
Just a rickety old bar by the dunes.
The Neon lights still spluttering in the night.
Its lost in time or perhaps more likely I am.
God how many times did we come here for
the shrimp basket and a couple of ice cold beers.

You were the most handsome boy in the class honey
I set my heart on you
the first time I saw you at the college.
Do you remember dancing so long ago?
You would hit the Wurlitzer with ten cents back then.
And Patsy would sing to us as we danced on the
small square of the parquetdance floor.

God, I miss you honey
I am still mad at you for dying on me.
The years have travelled by since you left.
There has been other imposters honey
I danced the choreographed
movements of love with them.

But when I was alone in my room in the dark
It was always you love
Only you knew the needs of me.

Here I am again the beer is ice cold
I drop a quarter into the Wurlitzer
Hit B17 and Patsy croons
That’s My Desire.

A couple of ghosts are dancing
But they might just be us, darlin
Jude kyrie Nov 2015
Paying it forward
A story poem
By
Jude Kyrie

*The iron gates to the graveyard
creaked liked bones.
It was my kryptonite death and darkness
I know you live here now.
Your mother told me a few hours ago.
I search for your grave in the moonlight.
I see a candle burning on a headstone.
I know it is you
your mother visited this afternoon.
I sit down on the mowed lawn of the cematary.
Fear has left now i have found you.
I throw on a playlist from the long ago past.
And settle down for one of our chats.
I know it will be me doing all the talking
Buts that ok it was always like that .
Do you remember when we were kids?
I was sat on the dock by the lake
The sky was blue
The lake was blue
Your eyes were blue
And I was black and blue
Stepfathers are not always kind.
You slipped next to  me
Placing your arm over my
beaten young shoulders.
Your hair smelt like sunlight.
Just the small touch of kindness
Made my eyes tear up.
I wanted to shout my love for you.
Across the water of the big lake.
But only silence would come out.
The one who stole my  childhood
With his cruelty and anger.
Had beaten my inner
confidence away as well.
Do you know I wrote love poems
for you
but i never sent them.
But they were beautiful
Just like you were.
When you moved away I was desolate.
I tried to find you years later
To say I am cured I am me again.
My pain is healed
I love you.
But you were married.
I heard you have a daughter.
She is with your mother
Who cannot keep her
As she is very sick herself.
Since you and your husband
Had the car accident
I just want you to know
I will look after your daughter
Like you took care of me.
And she will be safe
And provided for.
I wish you could let me know
You understand.
That you wanted this.
Just then as if by magic
A cloud passed the moon
And its light lit up the headstone.
As if in answer to me
A beautiful monarch butterfly
Landed on my hand
Staying motionless for a full minute.
I knew she was there.
I touched the cold granite stone
And said  l always loved you honey.
And I always will.
I walked to the light of the street.
And felt it was far enough away.
So she could not hear me.
Sitting on a park bench.
I put my head in my hands
And I wept like a child.

18 months later

Belinda just turned thirteen
She is a beautiful child.
Looking just like her mother.
we never had children
At first we were afraid.
But after a week or two
We were in love with her
My wife and Belinda
Are like sisters and confidents.
They shop have lunch
And chat like best friends.
I do everything I can for her
She is the light of my life.
The adoption papers
were signed a month ago.
She makes me full of joy
and tears with a single action.
When the papers were signed
She threw her arms around my neck
and hugged me
Then she brought tears
to my eyes.
When she said
I love you dad.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
I usually do not wear pearls
but today is my birthday
they will stay
on my neck all through the night.
He was hopeless at presents.
He always brought
me one of course.
For birthdays,
anniversary and Christmas
but for some reason
he never got what i wanted.
It did not matter, I do not care.
He was the only gift I ever needed.
He always made me laugh
when my dark moods came.
How did he always
make me feel so beautiful?
When the illness came
he tried to hide it from me.
But I knew ...I knew
Even now after all this time
I have danced
the practiced movements of love
with other impostors.
But when the dark of night
fills my bedroom
Its you honey
always you.
only you knew how fix me
Tonight I will sleep
dreaming of you.
As I am wearing
your pearls.
Jude kyrie Oct 2015
I usually do not wear pearls
but today is my birthday
they will stay
on my neck all through the night.
He was hopeless at presents.
He always brought
me one of course.
For birthdays,
anniversary and Christmas
but for some reason
he never got what i wanted.
It did not matter, I do not care.
He was the only gift I ever needed.
He always made me laugh
when my dark moods came.
How did he always
make me feel so beautiful?
When the illness came
he tried to hide it from me.
But I knew ...I knew
Even now after all this time
I have danced
the practiced movements of love
with other impostors.
But when the dark of night
fills my bedroom
Its you honey
always you.
only you knew how fix me
Tonight I will sleep
dreaming of you.
As I am wearing
your pearls.
Jude kyrie Jan 2016
Pearls

I usually do not wear pearls.
But today is my birthday
they will stay around my neck
all through the night.
He was hopeless at presents.
He always brought
me one of course.
For birthdays,
anniversary and Christmas.
For some reason
he never got what I wanted.

It did not matter, I do not care.
He was the only gift I ever needed.
He always made me laugh
when my dark moods came.
How did he always
make me feel so beautiful?

When the illness came
he tried to hide it from me.
But I knew ...I knew

Even now after all this time
I have danced
the practiced movements of love
with other impostors.

But when the dark of night
fills my bedroom
Its you honey
only you.
Only you knew how fix me.

Tonight I will sleep quietly
dreaming of you my love.
As I am wearing
your pearls for
one more time.
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
I usually do not wear pearls.
But today is my birthday
they will stay around my neck
all through the night.
He was hopeless at presents.
He always brought
me one of course.
For birthdays,
anniversary and Christmas.
For some reason
he never got what I wanted.

It did not matter, I do not care.
He was the only gift I ever needed.
He always made me laugh
when my dark moods came.
How did he always
make me feel so beautiful?

When the illness came
he tried to hide it from me.
But I knew ...I knew

Even now after all this time
I have danced
the practiced movements of love
with other impostors.

But when the dark of night
fills my bedroom
Its you honey
only you.
Only you knew how fix me.

Tonight I will sleep quietly
dreaming of you.
As I am wearing
your birthday pearls once more.
Jude kyrie Aug 2016
Pearls

I usually do not wear pearls.
But today is my birthday
they will stay around my neck
all through the night.
He was hopeless at presents.
He always brought
me one of course.
For birthdays,
anniversary and Christmas.
For some reason
he never got what I wanted.

It did not matter, I do not care.
He was the only gift I ever needed.
He always made me laugh
when my dark moods came.
How did he always
make me feel so beautiful?

When the illness came
he tried to hide it from me.
But I knew...I knew

Even now after all this time
I have danced
the practiced movements of love
with other impostors.

But when the dark of night
fills my bedroom
Its you honey
only you.
Only you knew how fix me.

Tonight I will sleep quietly
dreaming of you my love.
As I am wearing
your pearls for
one more time.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
As evening falls
a whispering sweet voice
is haunting me
Returning me to days gone by
when  I was a boy
Sitting again  in the parlor
of my childhood
The piano plays a hymn
of Sunday comfort.
My mother’s small feet
softly pressing the pedals.
Her long hard working fingers
delicate upon the keys
The children of my parents union
sing as a choir.
Sitting in my armchair
I am transported back to childhood.
Aching to see once more her face
so beautiful to me.
Oh mom! Oh please play it once more!
But my childhood is past
my manhood in its place.
Drawn by the indelible memories
of a time long ago passed
I weep like a child to go back.
Jude kyrie Apr 2016
Pisces lover
by
Jude Kyrie

*when he lay beside me
in the ink of nighttime poems.
I could hear the peaceful
ripples of lazy
mountain streams
or the cry of a dolphin
far away in the guiding
light of the sea.
Even his dreams
sparkled with sunbeams.
His breathe of sleep
sang lullabies from
a dreamy meadow.
And when he touched
me with his fingertips
it spoke in a language
that needed no words.
As he swam in the
deep waters of the
picean sea.
He held my hand
as we explored
the magical realm
of his gentle kingdom.
Jude kyrie May 2016
Places
A Poem
by
Jude Kyrie

I went to a place
where the night birds sing their song.
It was beautiful

I went to a place where the sea
meets the sky in the horizon
it was stunning magenta.

I went t a place where
the eagles soar over mountains
It was pure and light

I went to a place
Where a lovesick fool
Pours out his love
to the woman there
it was home.
Sometimes beauty is closer than you think
jude
Jude kyrie May 2016
Playing in the rain

*a poem
by
Jude Kyrie

Do you remember my love
we were just children back then.
we played in the summer rain.
Dancing in puddles.
Splashing in rubber boots.
I think that's when
I fell in love with you.
I knew even then
we would marry one day.

Remember we always
loved walking in the rain
The olive green days
of our life my love.

Then the sickness came
you tried to hide it from me.
but I knew ...I knew.

Remember that last day
my love.
you asked is it raining
I said yes my love.

Take me outside you said.
Dance with me in the rain
just once more.

Now  when I feel
lonely and sad
I stand in the pouring rain
and can feel you close.
and the gentle pure rain
washes away my tears.
Jude kyrie Mar 2016
Its 1965
Sonny and Cher crooned
"I Got You Babe"
They say we're young and we don't know
We won't find out until we grow
Well I don't know if all that's true
'Cause you got me, and baby I got you
"I Got You Babe"


I met  her for the first time
oh she was lovely
her hair wild and free.
wow her figure
it drove me wild.
I called her my baby girl
She called me her wild man.

Its 1968
the Beatles sang
Hey Jude
Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better


we got married that year
we talked about Forevers.
changing the world
and children.
a boy and girl.
Wow I was happy.

Its 1975
Frankie Valli's falsetto voice sang
My eyes adored ya
Though I never laid a hand on you
My eyes adored ya
Like a million miles away from me
you couldn't see how I adored ya
So close, so close and yet so far


we had three kids
a house and a dog
I still could not wait
to get get home to you.
and your kisses
wow
I still miss that.

1990
Micheal Bolton's
soft voice wailed
When I'm back on my feet again
Soon these tears will all be dryin'
Soon these eyes will see the sun
Might take time, might take time
But I'll see it
When I'm back on my feet again


you left me six months ago
i m not doing too well love.
I miss you and the kids
been drinking too much
lost my job
lost you
and
lost me.

its 2005
Green Day Singing
Boulevard of broken dreams
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone


I hear you are married again
I can't believe it hurts so much
to know this.
I never found another you
out there darling.
I know I never will.

Its 2009
Sonny and Cher
are playing again
I got you babe.

*We meet by chance in the street.
I am old now as are you.
But I notice the flecks of grey
in your beautiful blue eyes.
The years melt and
I hold back tears.
And Say with a smile.
Hello love
nice to see you again.
Sit and have a cigarette with me.
let's chat about the old times.
you can gaze at the moon
I can gaze into your eyes.
Sit down darling
just for a bit
just for a little while.
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
They said I was made for quieter scenes
That you would cause explosions
all around me.

That your bag is packed with dynamite
And one day I would light a match
And be blown away to infinity.

So what,
if that fire is my destiny
Then bring it on
let it come
my house and burn its light.

For living without you
Would be visiting beautiful
Dangerous places
only in a travel brochure.

Now I will follow you anywhere
into the fires of the earth
and be knocked down
By it fury and beauty.

And if you ever tire of me
And leave me back in
the abyss of conventional life.
I shall still be content
and have not one regret.

For I would have explored
all the beauty
of this dangerous planet.
And it was you
who took me there,
Opposites often attract
jude
Jude kyrie Mar 2016
Please don't take this as a love poem.
I do not care to relive past moments of us.
Like when i saw you for the first time.
And the songs of angels rang in my heart.
I will never write a love poem for you again.
Like when we sheltered from the spring rain
Below a maple tree in olive greens
And the colour of its leaves
Were the exact colour of your eyes.
I am finished with silly love poems
And I will never mention again
How I stop when i hear a laugh
exactly like yours.
Or see a woman from behind
And her hair is burnished gold
just like yours.
I am now quite over you.
I hardly ever think of you anymore.
Except perhaps in springtime
But then
I should never think of springtime.
For that would surely
break my heart in two.
Jude kyrie May 2016
My heart has filled with poetry
the words are gossamer light
Sweeter than the songbird
that fills the air at night

my love she sleeps in tenderness
as soft as finest silk.
Poems fly like butterflies
as pure as ice cold milk

I will always bring my poems
for my blessed one to sleep
They cover her in eiderdown
all though the night
her soul to keep.
Jude kyrie Mar 2016
I remember that poem.
it was so very long ago
I think this misty rain
brought its memory back.
I was walking
in the olive greens of the park
then a beautiful poem
fell from the clouds.
The most beautiful poem

I search the park this night
I call out his name softly
Poem Poem
Come back to me.
Then my poem appears
still beautiful.
still with soft spoken words.
So tender this poem.
The poem asked me to take
It back to my fireside
Where it unfastened my blouse
Whispering its soft hypnotic rhymes.
Words I had not heard since forever.

Then from outside the window
I saw the poem making love to me.
So tender and beautiful.

When he had finished
reciting its love poem.
We lay by the firelight
drinking wine
and spoke
of commitment.
A house full of forever's.
Homes and children
and other untruths.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
poetic Justice

we will write our love story my love
all the nuances of us.
Paint beautiful words
of how we met.
Our lives tangled
like a ball of wool
the kitten had stolen.
Yet inch at a time we
unfastened its knots
until we were us.
write of the sunday morning
light falling on your body
as we awakened.
Write of the saftey
in each others arms.
How the springtime
was never as new
or the nightingales song as sweet
as when we kissed.
write about how it all was magical.
But leave the parts out
where we broke our hearts.
And my desperate morning calls
when my bottle was empty.
Dont mention my destroyed soul.
because we broke
the perfect crystal vase
that was us.
Never mention our sadness
because  we both found
that poetry and love
was just not enough.
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
poets in love

we will write our story my love
all the nuances of us.
Paint words of how we met.
Our lives tangled
like a ball of wool
the kitten had stolen.
Yet inch at a time we
unfastened its knots
until we were us.
write of the sunday morning
light falling on your body
as we awakened.
Write of the saftey
in each others arms.
How the springtime
was never as new
or the nightingales song as sweet
as when we kissed.
write about how it all was magical.
But leave the parts out
where we broke our hearts.
And my desparate morning calls
when my bottle was empty.
Dont mention my destroyed soul.
because we broke
the perfect crystal vase
that was us.
Never mention our sadness
because  we found
that love was just not enough
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
All through the night the moon
shines its silver beacon.
I sit below in my room playing piano
It is dark in the room.
no lights but the moons candle.
I play the beautiful soulful
moonlight sonata.
It was her favorite piece.
My fingertips touch the keys
as softly as the moonlight
caresses her skin in my memory.
The vision is in my mind.
in a place I always open on
nights such as this.
Nights when old feelings
will not sleep.
Outside my window the world
Is covered in pools
of silver moonlight.
All I can do is think and feel
you holding me like before…
I think only of you.
You are far from me now
In another world.
one that I shall never know.
A world of wealth light and gaiety.
As my heart falls
in tune with the soft melody
I close my eyes.
And once again see you dancing
with me in the moonlight.
In the fantasy of my dreams.
You smile and say
“Be sure not to drown in pools
of moonlight My Love”
As if it could stop me from
Drowning in my sorrow.
Jude kyrie Jan 2018
They say love at first sight
does not exist.
But…. it does …..it does….I know.

I think I was 18 at the time
It was 1990 in Mexico
At first she was only a picture on a poster.
I was learning Spanish
And the old movie theatre
in the small town
Was showing movies
of the golden era of Mexican films

On the billboard was her picture
I saw her for the first time
My young heart beat in my chest.
In. All my days I had never
Seen such a beautiful woman

Then I saw her movie
She filled the silver screen
Shining like the star she was.
I stayed and watched the movie again.
By the end of the night I was in love.
Indelibly connected to her.

Research showed me she was born
In 1902 reality told me she was 88
Still she would not leave my heart.
For the next year I watched every movie
She ever made again and again

I carried her picture by my heart
in my breast pocket.
Always so in love with her.
I tried dating other ladies
my own age they were lovely…
but. ….they were not her.

Then one day I read  small editorial
About her in a Spanish newspaper.
It spoke of her beauty and many movies
and her impact on the Mexican film.
It also said she lived a quiet life in the
country outside of Boston.

The old car I drove
all I could afford
on a Spanish teachers salary
It finally made it through
the fifteen hundred mile trip.
And I arrived at the tiny cottage
With Boston ivy growing on its facade.
The fall colors of new England
shone in the late autumn sunlight.

Suddenly there I was only
a few footsteps from the woman
I was helplessly in love with.
I knocked gently on the front door.
Then she opened it
she was young and beautiful

How  could this be.?
I stuttered nervously
I have been in love with you
for 10 years.
She looked at me unsure.
But I don't know you
she answered softly.

I carry your picture
close to my heart I said
shoeing her her perfect likeness.
She laughed
oh that is my grandmother.

She allowed me in
I met her at last.
She was still beautiful
Even  in the ravages of old age.
So regal and elegant.

I confessed my whole story to her
As I noticed her granddaughter
Observing me.

Two years later

We introduced the twins
to their great grandmother
She smiled and knew
that in some small way
She had starred
In her last romance
Love makes the w0rld go round
Jude
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
Prayer


When the earth is still to me
and soul and body have parted.
All the joys and gaiety
of this world now unheard.

Gentle breezes pass me by.
laughter and life slip silently away
from my deafened ears.

Let me find a place in eternity.
A quiet place
where brooks babble
and the trees whisper
in soft fragrant winds.

Let me find
in my tranquil forever.
Memories of us together
of what was once you and me.

If such dreams are allowed
let me dream of you.
by my side souls glowing
in beautiful pure light
for all eternity.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
look at the sheets
Silken and perfumed
You held me inside
their sweet prison.

Night song and Jasmine
Permeated the night air.
Inside the cloisters of your bed.
I awaited quietly
for your attention.

Held as a fly in the
spinning wiles of a spiders web.
Helpless and bound
in silken strands
stronger than any chains.

Was I the entertainment?
That relieves the boredom
In one of such abject beauty?
You would taunt me.
Use me for your needs.
Even your kisses held dark secrets.

Yet I craved them.
Beyond my own meagre life.
The need of you pungent
In pheromones of desire.

I knew you would eat me
When you tired of me.
I knew the pain
would be greater
than I could stand.

Yet in my abyss of the heart
I wanted to end it with you.
For such powerful creatures
of exquisite beauty.
That is beyond description.
Are far above
the disposable likes of me.

Yet for a fleeting moment.
Just before you pierced my heart.
With your deadly talons.and I died.
I know beyond all doubt
and above uncertainty.
That for a passing
tick of the clock
just for one single moment
You needed me
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
Mom I need to write you a poem
No not a poem  a lament.
I don't want to write it
but I must.
Even though I know
it will taste of bitterness
as you read it.

You must know how sorry
I am for the scars and wounds.
and the sadness of leaving
is only countered by the joy
of coming homel

mom I see the sun setting
on the far horizon of the ocean
where it is meeting the sky.
i must travel there and catch
the last of its magenta light
to carry home to you.

Mom you were so proud of me
when i was your little boy.
my beautiful son you called me.
I got lost in drinking red wine
I fell apart inside despair
I was once your son
but now I am only his ghost.

I know how you miss me mom
when the silvered moon
lights the shadows in the
hidden corners of your room.
and raindrops tap like teardrops
on the window,

I join you sometimes
in your dreams
I hide myself in shame
even there.
And hold my breath
as you awaken in
silent screams.

Oh mom
i know how much
you are afraid of losing me.
But i know I am already lost.
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
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.
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