On an unseasonably cool July morning in Chicago, equivalent to David Copperfield, Judge Burdon was born on a Friday. The Brontes, Keats, Burns and Dickens inspired his study of English Literature. He attended Universities in the United States, London and Paris directing his focus on Victorian novels and authors.
His short stories and poems have been featured in; The Remnant Leaf, Stay Weird and Keep Writing, Independent Writer's Blog, Spillwords, The Beatnik Cowboy, Down in the Dirt Magazine, Eskimo Pie, The Stray Branch and Anti-Heroin Chic. He is presently engaged in finishing his book "Imitation of Myself." A non-fiction story encompassing his experiences as a drug runner for a Mexican Cartel. Judge celebrated his 65th birthday last July and lives modestly in Costa Rica.
I Never Write Love Poems
You say I never write love poems.
It doesn't mean I don't feel that way.
With all the love you've shown me darlin'.
You are my reason to live every day.
When we're lying holdin' each other
We feel the moment
We don't need the words.
You say I never write love poems.
I know you've given me reason to.
It's not that I'm uninspired
There's just no poem that comes close to you.
When you kiss me it's such a feeling,
Words can't express
What you do to me.
You say I never write love poems,
Declaring my desire for you .
You are my living poem
A breathing Sonnet
I'm just a sentence lost within a verse.
My pen is idle while my heart beats in rhythm
To the sound of your voice
Like the melody of a song
You say I never write love poems
I plead you forgive my indigent hand
Empty of words to create a love poem
Filled with the emotion of a Cupid's scribe.
After all the love we've shared together
You can read the story
Written in my smile
Someday the words
They may come easy.
In the whisper of a gentle breeze.
Until then I live with the sin
Of the love poem my soul has kept hidden
Your love poem
That was never written.
Grilled Cheese Hold The Memory
If I only knew what you were thinking
I'd feel warmer against the cold
Than with my coat
Avoiding the words I've heard
Crying out to be spoken
Regretting the letters I never wrote.
Sure has been quite a while
since I've seen you last
How the years they've passed us by
The tears we've cried have long been dried
Things have changed they also do
We're both different now
It doesn't matter anyhow
Tell me how've you been
Still smiling I guess permanently
Hope that smile is for me
I've been living out west in Tucson
Ya know fun in the sun
Just getting by but not by much
No bad times although still don't have a dime
to my name
Chicago hasn't changed it still seems the same
You say they had a lot snow in Wisconsin
It gets oh so cold and the wind it blows
so damn hard
I'm still smoking and playing guitar
But I'm not getting far
So tell me did you find that special someone
Who you'd make sure
Would be nothing like me
I know l made a mess of love
Like dirt l swept it under the rug
To be forgotten
Thanks for the great grilled cheese
Oh how we survived on these
Every time I eat one it brings back fond memories
Of you know back then
Another cup of coffee then I've got to run
That's such a good line especially at this time
Don't say we'll keep in touch or how much
you've missed me
I just stopped by for your famous grilled cheese
And a broken memory that can never be.......
Invitation To A Funeral
The night cold with it's sharp corners
Cutting comfort through my skin
With drunken footsteps of a soldier
I'm a tourist at your door again
My knock is full of empty
A vacant echo its reply
Consequence provides the answer
Circumstance the reason why.
Can't mend my bleeding ego.
Pieces of me cupped in the hands of my mind
Memories dripping through my fingers
A painful pleasure suicide
Your broken promise castaway upon the waters
Now washed up on desolate shores.
I've become the company
That misery enjoys
My imagination without wonder
Muffled thunder in broken skies
Love is an invitation to a funeral
A memorial service where death is eulogized.
Too Good For Me
You want me to be a dancer
But my rhythm is in my speech
Always asking me for answers
When the words are out of reach
You say I've got no angel
Watching over me
She left to be a hooker
Turning tricks out in the street.
You think I should step careful
And not talk so loud
You say I'm hard to handle
I lend no comfort in a crowd
Look at you standing naked in the rain
Ya you, praying for lovers that never came.
You, you can't dream beyond your pain.
You ,you're too good for me.
I live without direction
My compass is the breeze
A mirror with no reflection
My song has no melody.
The bottle feeds my madness
My denile cures my pain.
My storm lends only thunder
Never brings the healing rain
You say I'm wild and restless
I live life for the now
My Genie granted a death wish.
I'm more than the law will allow
Look at you a toxic valentine.
You, your dozen not worth a dime.
You, your poetry always rhymes
You, you're too good for me
Time is such a skilled thief
Steals what we never know is gone
There's no future in a tea leaf
Always sacrifice your pawn
My handshake hides a clinched fist
My smile disguises my disdane.
My love breeds an infection
With no cure for the disease and it's pain
You, your candle burnt out long ago
You, always doing what you're told
You, your promise bought and sold.
You, you're too good for me.
Tastes like a bad dream
Feels equal to an unkept secret
Sounds as though tomorrow will never arrive
Looks like it's identical opposite
Smells the same an unanswered prayer
It leaves me senseless