Short Jude Poems
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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
Hey Jude, it ain't all that bad
Take a sad song and make it glad
Beatles had it down pat
Now Jacko wears the hat
Giggling till a respirator they had to add
I lied, CLICKBAIT!
I only have but a question to illustrate.
Is a story nothing more than roleplay-
foreplay of poetry?
Fornicators!
Muaed, ...back to the blind date. My lovelies
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
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!
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
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 am a cloud-topped tree flowing with honey in my veins
I am a shooting star breaking through the angels' grasp
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 for all to see
She shot her arrow on bended knee
Direct and quick it flew with speed
With heart and soul upon the deed .
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, showcased on big screenery-
rewards God with a show bow and cloud kiss of why His All Knowingness plays, ~The Mistress (proud)
Over solemn matters men brood.
Whoever does not clearly crude;
One is anxious to win a feud:
The face of Jude facing The Rude
And I say: it’s the right mood;
The countenance of The Shrewd,
For when it is shrewd follows food.
Over the life-changing I brood
As I wish to hear The Good;
Not like leaves shake where I’ve stood
Or, soonest, start mouthing The Rude
And sorrow drowning in The Brewed.
Sir Jude never gave them a thought:
Not the kind of ideas he bought.
Well-wishers went down on their knees
"Please sir, play the draws - Double Please!"
Soon, the draws great miracle wrought;
On other palms dropped what Jude sought:
Millions that shan't take one to court;
Big cash for life of any sort
And since then Jude body heat fought
At home waiting: his empty pot:
Goes to toilets of The Caught Short
Who tells people "God is my fort!"
The best intention is still rude,
If into others’ affairs intrude:
As two hit each other over food
And you don’t over restraint brood
Nor from the drama keep away:
A begging role of a stowaway …
For this resent I John Jude
Whom I address as The Rude
And would maliciously exclude
From honors I should him include.
The intruder shooting others’ trouble
Could his house end in rubble,
For its rebuilding spend double,
The clean-shaven keeping a stubble.