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Invaded By the Tribe

Invaded by the tribe

The old station wagon
Pulls to halt in my driveway.
The five children fall out 
of its rusted doors 
shouting and laughing.
She turns off the noisy engine.
Slips ghostlike from the drivers seat.
Her five hours of driving
In a bedlam of her children’s noise.
Looking so slight and frail.
My heart melts again.
I enfold her in my arms
And whisper thanks for coming.
Even though I have moaned
About her children’s disruptions.
The extra work cooking
And entertaining.
I look into my sisters face
And whisper I love you Sis.
You are always welcome
In my house.
And in my heart

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Self Acceptance

Self Acceptance
by 
jude Kyrie

After you left me
I know it was my fault
the drinking the depression
sure it was me.
It's always me.
I stopped seeing the therapist.
she was right 
I was the cause of my downfall.
I needed to man up and change.
But I don't want to change.
My brain and my heart
have been in a knife fight
all my life.
I like my flaws
Perfect things are boring.
So what 
if this means I am broken
and less lovable.
I don't care.
I like my flawed poems
better than her therapy.
They don't care 
how flawed and broken I am
and they never ever judge me.

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Don'T Fall In Love With a Poet

Don’t fall in love with a poet.
By Jude Kyrie

I look into your trusting beautiful eyes.
You are so lovely so gentle and loving.
I wonder if you know yet
you will leave me.
For you are playing
with a tinder box.
And I am a gallon of gasoline.
The fire is inevitable.
You will find out there
A man who is gentle
with a loving heart
He will see only
the beauty in you.
You will have become
tired of my poetry
The emotional roller coaster
I choose to live on.
Weary of the poets afflictions
for red wine and infidelity.
You will fall into his bed
and he will welcome you.
Into his much stronger arms
than mine can ever be.
I shall return
to writing love poems
Poems that are
real to my heart
But to a woman
that cannot ever exist.
I shall frequent
the slam bars of the city.
And sleep with
the women who think its
Romantic to bed a poet.
Yet never ask
my last name.
So strike your tinder box.
Create a spark.
Save yourself
as I ignite into
flames before you.

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Ma,Am

Ma’am
By
Jude Kyrie

I remember the first time I met her
It was at the orphanage.
I was going through rehabilitation
after running away for what
turned out to be last of many times
I was a lifer.
Who wants to adopts fourteen
year old boys?
Apparently no one.

She was assigned as my counselor
I don't think I have
ever seen anyone as beautiful as her.
That lovely angelic face.
Oh! her smile,
it was like sunshine.
Unsure of how to address a Nun
I always called her Ma’am.
She did not seem to mind
Her heart was full of kindness
I was hooked.

I think that was when I realized
she was the only friend I had.
What I did not know was
I was falling in love with her.
That confusing rite of passage
from Boyhood to Manhood
left me dazed and confused.
Or perhaps I just needed
someone to love.

I have never seen
as much kindness
before or since.
It flowed from her
like honey.

She stopped me
from running away again,
and taught me
how to read books
great books
by important authors.

To learn poetry
and to talk about
its meaning.
At this point I knew
for sure I loved her.
She took me to
the mission where
the homeless lived
and we served
in the free kitchen.
I would have followed
her to the moon
or anywhere.

She was relocated
after a couple of years.
To a mission in Africa.
I was desolate
Begging to go with her.
I even asked her to marry me.
She smiled and said
if she was free
she would marry me
in a heartbeat.

But she explained gently
to my young heart
that she was already
married to her faith.
Showing me her gold ring.
She whispered see
I am a bride of Christ.

She died a few years later
her letters stopped coming
It was a bout of malaria
that took her.

Now when I feel
alone or sad.
I open an old shoe box
that I kept from
the orphanage
And I re-read her
stacks of letters.

one by one.
Always in the order
that she sent them to me.
And as usual
I feel warm and safe again.

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The First Poem

The first poem

I am a woman in mid life now.
finding myself pensive and reflective.
Working in my flower garden
on a sunny Sunday morning.
Then a poem pulls up in the driveway.
Driving a red mustang convertible.
I remember this car.
And this beautiful poem.
It wants me to unbutton my shirt
and unhook my bra.
I sit in the still familiar back  seat.
The poem recites it's soft downy words.
The ones from a lifetime past.
I notice I have taken
 all my clothes off for this poem.
I look like a white pale statue.
I notice the reflection
 of my naked self.
so desirable so hot.
I still have it I feel it
I know it.
Afterwards
the poem and I
talk of Forevers 
and marraige 
and other untruths

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A New York Rainbow

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.

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Grandpa

It was so long ago now
but it is still as clear as a summers day.
I remember you when mom died grandpa.
your unshaven face and
brown hard working hands.
you fixed everything with your hands.
But you fixed me with your love.
you gave me mom's old room
you told me it was her safe place
andsaid she would visit me there.
When she was settled in heaven.
I told you I did not believe 
in heaven Grandpa..
You said it's alright
I will one day.
you said heaven was 
a different place for everyone.
When I got hurt 
you always picked me up
in your huge arms grandpa.
You were always
so safe so strong so good.
I never told you 
I lied grandpa 
when I said I don't believe in heaven.
You and grandma were my heaven.
I know you have gone now 
to your heaven.
Sat in a kitchen 
eating food from the old country.
Grandma at the stove
Mom on your knee listening
to stories of 
Europe before the war.
My heaven is with you guys grandpa.
I think I will change my heaven
to your heaven.
That's all I want 
just our heaven Grandpa.
I only wish there was a post office
in our heaven and I could send
this letter to you.

All My Love
Jude

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Ptsd All Thats Left of Me

All That Is Left of Me
PTSD
By
Jude Kyrie

I sit in the dark barroom.
The smell of whisky
sings like a dirge.
It’s a room where
hearts go to die.
I know why I am here.
Its my burden.
I know why she left me ….I know why
I remember the wedding.
I pull a creased photo
out of my pocket.
My God she is beautiful.
I must not go there anymore.
I am out of tears
now just the pain stays.
I look at myself in the picture.
So young and handsome.
My uniform white and gold
I am the brave soldier
she always wanted.
We look like movies stars.
Then I went to war
I can still see the carnage.
The roadside bombs
Children bleeding in the streets.
Women crying for dead
husbands and sons.
They followed me home
like ghost.
And when I slept
next to her beautiful body.
They came in my nightmares.
And made me scream
and weep like a child.
I lost my soul
In that war.
And one day
I lost her as well.
The bartender leans forward
and shows her cleavage.
But all I want is another drink.
Perhaps one more
Will stop me thinking.

AUTHORS NOTE

TO ALL WHO SERVED AND SUFFER WITH PTSDw

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The Glass Menagerie

She was ethereal in her beauty.
 I always loved her of course.
 But only from a respectful distance.
 She collected glass animal's.
 I always gave her one for birthdays.
 She would kiss my cheek in thanks.
 Not the kiss I craved but a kiss.
 Her perfect French braids
 framing her lovely face.
 I fantasized unfastening them
 Slowly so her hair flowed
 Like the soft spring rain
 washing my bare skin.
 She would show me the
 Intricate color mix
 in her glass menagerie.
 But I only saw the colors
 of her hair her eyes her lips.
 When the sickness came
 Her skin became
 taught and translucent like glass.
 The weight loss 
showing her frame
 She looked more and more
 like one of her 
beloved glass collection.
 Then when we lost her
 She left her collection to me.
 But the one I wanted
 Was on a high shelf
 Beyond the clouds
 Far beyond my reach.

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The Stargazer

The Stargazer

She saw me looking at the beautiful night sky.
You seem fascinated by the stars she mused.
They are more fascinated by me I said.
We understand each other
The stars and I.
They see me as the one who makes wishes
I see them as the stars who fail to grant them.
People think stars are made of fire and power.
But they are only made of lost dreams
and unanswered prayers.
Which one is made of your wishes?
she mused..
I show her the brightest star in the heavens.
The starlight pouring from it 
like a waterfall.
It is that one it is on fire
with my wishes.
They are all about you
Doesn’t that make you a star