W.Jude Aher

where Art touches Poetry and puts the united states literary world to shame! 

The Mad Poet; 

       by: Jackie Aher



     i heard his refrain when the signal changed he was playing real good, for free. joni mitchell ...Hallelujah. Leonard Cohen


"I cry my Poet Tears across all my country's Greed andHate!"


his rice paper quiet


are a poet's words

just words

are a man's dreams

just his dreams

was my purple jacket

my love beads

my floor length black cape

all my street theatre dancing

were they just stains

water refrains

upon broken glass

watercolor or cold paper

soft illusions calling

to a poet dreaming

of being a man

no fear of time

wind across

old wrinkled fingers

dreaming words

onto his rice paper quiet

ocean water warm

bottled north atlantic storm


a poet's tears

are never just tears


a man's years


a dancing child

is a child without fears

               - jude




gather stand protest


1969 central park

gather stand protest

nyc anti-war stance

a lone voice

only a boy with a choice

barely 17 years old in

a school meant for tomorrows best

on scholarship

their threat

just he walked away

were they all afraid to speak


had they nothing to say


never his voice

in peace

a wave across a concrete stage

between peace signs and hate

marching for the children

for the 50,000 dead

their silence called out

became his rage against the hate

his screams born

from the death of bobby & King

in song the bells rang

and so a boy learned their song

gather stand protest

yet when the boy sang

the words he found

were his own

the song of a poet born


                             - jude


  Last Update 6/11/18

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