Best Jude Poems

Hey Jude, love is like a butterfly - just let it be.
You've got a ticket to ride, go where you should be.
Love is a revolution it shall set you free.
Don't live a life of sorrow like Eleanor Rigby.

You've got a ticket to ride, go where...

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A CAT, A HORSE AND JUDE

I am a tabby, with one green eye and the other blue,
My human mummy always says “North I love you’,
And I reply ‘hey Jude, you’re amazing, I love you too’
She cuddled me, “without you North, what would I do!’

It is...

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There once was a man named Jude,
who liked to run in the nude.
Women blushed as he ran by,
while the men began to cry,
"Hey Jude! Put some clothes on, dude!"

Quote: "Man is the only animal that blushes or needs to."
6/19/15
For Andrea's Wit of Twain contest...

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True relative of Jesus and Virgin Mary
St. Judas Thaddeus, a Cousin to Jesus Christ
Aiding mankind
For hopeless and desperate cases

12182011...

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This guy Jude is the real thing
giving himself to serve the king
sending his word of mercy and peace
with God's perfect love he does bring

But brings also a real warning
to beware of those with false faith
unaware they've crept in to deceive
denying Jesus Christ they saith

Sodom and...

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Up before the alarm
again, throat dry,
head full of nails


each tagged with
a recipient soul,
keeping it together.


You've never noticed
the pensive man
eyes on the back


of your head as
you window shopped,
cried on a city bus


or tried to pay bills,
chin in soft hand,
the other rummaging a


deep pocket for grains
of hope,...

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Unfortunate life and endless sorrows
And Fractured dreams with gaps between 
Life and bestowed Wonderings of tommorow
Unfortunate life! And—endless sorrows
Instead of life long goals this day and morrow
With lowly goals instead of dreams
Unfortunate! Life! And endless – sorrows 
And Fractured dreams with—gaps? Between...

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Jude
Jude was shrewd.
Jude was shrewd with turpitude.
Shrewd Jude with turpitude had a bad attitude.
Shrewd Jude with turpitude and a bad attitude moved to another latitude.
Shrewd Jude with turpitude and a bad attitude moved to another latitude and a longitude.
Shrewd Jude with turpitude and a bad...

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Yesterday we celebrated Jude
Fulfillment of long past milestone
Identifying with Chritus the Bona
A mission, in humanity, for humanity
Yet the path still unknown
Like all men as we are eternally
Yet the Most High shows, teaches, guides
For them that seek Him, He reassures
For to Him is all destined!...

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The making of a book,
with love within it's pages;
should be a piece of cake,
and not take her ages!

Where's Denise? asked Molly,
In answer came a look;
I think she's in the staff room,
making a book.

Oh! that makes sense,
I wonder if she needs a hand;
the fact she's in...

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A picture paints a thousand words
A mighty sword 
A shield to match 
Upon this day 
Reward ; a velvet bag of golden whey 

On next she vallently rode 
With bow and arrow 
And might she strode

With nerve of steel and poise she stood
Her armour shone...

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Remember Jude?
He was the shrewd dude with turpitude.
Shrewd Jude the dude with turpitude who had a bad attitude and moved to another latitude and longitude and developed lassitude discovered crude, and by the IRS got screwed.
There is another detail I must include about shrewd Jude...

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Why are your Poems So Dark Jude?
Why are your Poems So Dark Jude?

It’s not just my poems dear reader.
Everything has darkness.
The moon has a dark side. 
That is hidden from view.
When the maker cried
Let there be light.
He left the darkness of night.
Even the purity of...

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    She is quite the Mistress of the air, synchronize swimming where Eagles dare-stare, no need for landing batons or clearance, she has her own flare.

She wraiths the hapless night and the brilliance of day, rakes the sky, knowing her beauty laid,...

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I am not a wandering star whom the dark gloom envelopes
I am not a cloud empty of tears and blown by barren winds
I am not a wild wave on the sea foaming up saliva
I am not an autumn tree empty handed and cut down 

I...

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