Jude kyrie

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City: Ontario
Relationship: Married
School: Salford University
Hobby: writing
Pets: one dog
Kids: 2 adult sons
Degree: Bsc
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Christopher Russon commented on Jude Kyrie's poem, Its no wonder I love you. on Aug 05, 2023 at 5:41am.
Frank Hornby . commented on Jude Kyrie's poem, Its no wonder I love you. on Mar 13, 2023 at 11:46am.
Frank Hornby . commented on Jude Kyrie's artwork, on Oct 23, 2019 at 6:01pm.
Frank Hornby . commented on Jude Kyrie's poem, Lady Springtime on May 24, 2019 at 4:59pm.
Anita Neilson commented on Jude Kyrie's poem, Lady Springtime on May 24, 2019 at 2:38pm.
Jude Kyrie added a poem, IN THE RAIN on Dec 08, 2018 at 3:19am.
Jude Kyrie commented on Jude Kyrie's story, LETTING GO a short story by Jude kyrie on Dec 07, 2018 at 10:15pm.
Ellen Early commented on Jude Kyrie's story, LETTING GO a short story by Jude kyrie on Dec 07, 2018 at 7:43pm.
Frank Byrne/Hornby.. commented on Jude Kyrie's poem, Secrets on Apr 27, 2018 at 7:25pm.

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She Drives Me Cra...

poem by Jude kyrie

I looked inside the mirror The one inside my sighs. You were looking at my taillights When I tried to say goodbye. I always tried to hide from you But the moonlight gave me away. Leaving isn't so easy done. In the garish ligh... Read more

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Stay in my dreams

poem by Jude kyrie

Tonight the candelabra of moon and stars fill the room with sprinkling light. Sleep will not come This night I open my memories The ones of you I will never forget. Only of you. I am still not ready to let you go. Not just ... Read more

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Lake at Sunset

poem by Jude kyrie

Down beyond the woodland The magic setting golden sun On the still lakes shining waters its glowing corona hung Magenta clouds spread like curtains. as they passed the lighted sky. I could almost hear them rustle as th... Read more

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Midnight Blue

poem by Jude kyrie

The darkness is creeping into my room. It is the time when I miss you. The silence deafens me once more. No sound just midnight blue. Outside the wind it blows my dreams They are all my dreams of you. I pray please take my... Read more

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Trains

poem by Jude kyrie

As a child I loved watching the trains. There’s something romantic about trains. There’s something romantic about me. I just did not know it back then. I loved the forties movies in monochrome. Romance was too... Read more

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Don't fall in lov...

poem by Jude kyrie

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 ... Read more

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A little Night Mu...

poem by Jude kyrie

A little Night Music The candelabra of moon and stars Sparkle on the wavelets at the ocean edge My heart is full of you so completely full Our love still on fire in early new passions. I hear the wavelets splashing softly d... Read more

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The Angel in Black

poem by Jude kyrie

THE ANGEL IN BLACK In the evening light I stand neath the swaying branches of the old willow tree they graze at the tall grass below like frozen teardrops. in the mist of coming night I see her old as time. ... Read more

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Railway Blues

poem by Jude kyrie

I remember back then We were so young I wrote love poems to you They were beautiful just like you. And I wrote them only for you. I waited at the old railway station For your train to arrive from the city. The noisy trains ... Read more

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Smoke Rings

poem by Jude kyrie

The ash line lengthens. From my untouched cigarette. Smoke rings billow Like clouds passing eternity. Its past the time of sleep. Only memories flow Only of you always you.. The bartender freshens my drink. The mu... Read more

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Theres an angel i...

poem by Jude kyrie

theres an angel in my heart. She is beautiful and so delicate. I can hear her weeping sometimes. She wants to come out of me Let everyone see her But I keep her imprisoned, She is my private angel. People can see only the w... Read more

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In Dreams it is n...

poem by Jude kyrie

I remember so long ago. I was a child it was autumn. My father said There is a time in life when you are more of yourself Than ever before or again. He was fifty one then. Was it something about the leaves? That made h... Read more

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Ma'am

poem by Jude kyrie

Ma’am I remember the first time I met her. At the orphanage. I was a lifer who wants to adopt fourteen year old boys? Apparently no one. She was so beautiful and had the most angelic face. Oh! her smile it w... Read more

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Lady Springtime

poem by Jude kyrie

It is always the same. Year after year. Like waiting for a date Who is an hour late. Will she ever come? Am I Being stood up. Then without warning She appears from nowhere The prom queen of seasons. Carrying baskets of wild... Read more

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Lady Springtime

poem by Jude kyrie

It is always the same Year after year Like waiting for a date Who is an hour late. Will she ever come? Am I Being stood up. Then without warning She appears from nowhere The prom queen of seasons. Carrying baskets of wildfl... Read more

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Ageing--Go Not Qu...

poem by Jude kyrie

Ageing--Go Not Quietly I am saying my farewell to the earth. Slowly, day by day, as it spins in its everlasting circles. Each night I lose the stars one by one. The romantic moon long ago lost to me. Now I close th... Read more

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The magic bullet.

poem by Jude kyrie

The bullet was random. To everyone else that is. To me it was particular. It hit me in the forehead. Apparently if anyone deserved it it was me. They said it ruined my career i was the best lawyer in the city. But it didn'... Read more

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the fire of the s...

poem by Jude kyrie

In the sky now twisted and broken as he crackle of thunder forms. Darkness hangs like spiders webs. The heat of the water laden air Ready to burst in a deluge Like a waterfall. The air conditioner in the small room Creaks... Read more

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Letting Go

poem by Jude kyrie

I remember her always. She was the cornerstone of my life. In my eyes always so beautiful. She lay in the bed upstairs Old, Weak and frail. Almost without breath. A quiet whisper for water Or tea in her old china cup. Lay... Read more