#judy
Let there be the memories of us in the universe
that bleeds with time-that will play on other minds
that will read about our day and night,
we must face it all in togetherness
and forgiveness.
Let the winds of the heavens dance between you and me.
let those memories be written out of love
just remember-Love comes from heaven above
where another makes a bond of it.
So, let the mind fabricate us moving upon the sea
where the memories of our love rushing between the shores
of your soul and mine.
- Judy Emery © 1982 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 2:10 PM UTC
Not everyone can be a star
no matter how we wish for heavenly light
most of us will not illuminate the night
those who burn and seem so bright
will oft ignite and fall
burning cinders
merely human after all
Jan 18, 2023
Jan 18, 2023 at 10:15 AM UTC
The Punch and Judy man
is in Jail park
Janice said
she we go see him?
we were sitting
on the grass
in front of Banks House
it was a Tuesday
of the Spring holidays
and she'd come for me
early that morning
is it for free?
I asked
sure it is
the council pay for it
Gran said last night
Janice said
ok when shall we go?
I asked
after lunch
shall we go then?
ok
I said
she watched the coal men
loading their lorries
across the way
at the coal wharf
by Rockingham Street
one or two were
still horse drawn wagons
and the horses stood there
waiting with nose bags
eating
they must be strong
those coal men
she said
they have to carry
those big sacks of coal
up all those stairs
of the flats
and sometimes
they have many bags
to one place
I looked over
at the coal men
yes I guess they must
I said
hey did I tell you
about the time
one of those guys
stamped on a rat
that was running along
the balcony of our flats once?
no
she said
how horrible
yes blood and guts
after he stamped on it
ah no more
she said
I’ll be sick otherwise
and you watched?
she said
well sure
didn't know he'd
get it though
but he did
and wow did he get it
no more Benny
she said
I don't want to hear
so I said no more
and passed her
the Tizer bottle
and she had a swig
and passed it
back to me
and I had a swig too
and I watched her
sitting there
with her fair hair
and red beret
and smiled
but didn't know
what else to say.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 6:52 AM UTC
Cold shouldn't
Cold havocs
Cold weddings
Cold twilights
With a couth...
We are a pleasantry
Sake to work overtly, youth
Make me your lover, about profanity...
Sorry, knowing a house?
Wished for, wasting a knot...
Shoulder's with a best, know the mouse
Curious? save the grace in a hop...
Begun before, a rise has a chance
A liberty to share nothing, but us
Longer laughter, than a real face
Somewhere the rain, has become one to discuss:
A broken deed?
So savored, so favored
By wonder, in the voice to lead
A wager of admission's service, a luck sour...?
May 29, 2024
May 29, 2024 at 12:01 AM UTC