Christmas Poetry The late Julie Moulds Rybicki

CHRISTMAS
I can imagine,
Imagine so clear,
I was following that star,
That star so near,
That stopped over a stable,
In Bethlehem.
I can imagine I was there then,

I can imagine, that I was thier when
Christ was born In Bethlehem.

The late Julie Moulds 8th grade.


"The Wise Men"

Many years ago,
On this very day
A star so bright,
(A beautiful sight)
Led three kings away.

Following that star,
Knowing what they see
Would lay a little King
A holy child,indeed,

And they showed thier love,
With gold, frankincense and mirth,
They showed that they were glad,
of the saviors birth.
The Late Julie Moulds Rybicki 8th grade

CHRISTMAS NIGHT

Didn't you hear the bells last night?
Didn't you hear the reindeer hoofs,
As they danced upon the shingles?
Didn't you peek at that jolly "OLD MAN"?
(I hope he did not see me!)
Didn't you get a candy cane?
(He left some on the tree!)
Don't you see that the cookies are gone?
Santa was surely here!
Isn't it perfectly terrible that,
HE only comes once a year.
The late Julie Moulds rybicki 14 years old.


"CHRISTMAS PAST"

"Ti's the week after Christmas,
And all through the house,
All the Toys are Forgotten
and so is the Mouse.



Thank you John Rybicki my brother in law for saving thes words. I will cherish this every Christmas till I see her again.

Fantasy- 5th grade poetry contest winner Julie Moulds

"Topsey Turvey World"

I went to Topsey Turvey World,
Once in a wonderful dream

I sailed in a boat made of chocolate
Over a sea of whipped cream

And when I got on shore,
Everything I could see
Was candies and cookies and Icecream
And other good things to eat

I had a joyous Feast,
And then I said with a sigh,
My Mother will be calling me,
I have to say good-bye.

I went in the boat made of chocolate,
Over the sea of whipped cream,
And when I got home, I woke up.
And knew it was a dream.

The late Julie Moulds 5th grade.
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"The Dream Machine"

"The Dream Machine"

I have a silly dream machine,
It wont do what its told,
I tell it to go to the land of Grene,
And it goes to the land of Golde,
And when it goes to the land of Grene,
It won't do what its told,
My silly dream machine.

Julie Moulds-   fantasy- page 6

"The Wicked Witch" Julie Moulds Poetry

"The wicked Witch"
I saw a wicked witch,
I saw her crooked hat,
I saw her Witches brew,
I saw her swift black cat,
Suddenly she saw me,
She turned me to a bat,
Now I live with the Wicked Witch,
The one with the crooked hat,

 The lateJulie Moulds -4th Grade
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Julie Moulds 2nd grade poetry "MARS"

"MARS"

If I were at Mars,I wouldn't like it at all
Where would be the cars, on the streets
   and the roads?
When would it be Spring,Summer,Winter
    and Fall.
That is why I don't like Mars at All.

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Source:Index of Poetry The late Julie Moulds 14 years old. John Thankyou for finding this in her stuff.

Murtle Turtle/Julie Mould's Childhood poetry

"Murtle Turtle"

Murtle Turtle went on a long walk,
She saw an old friend and began to talk,
And when she walked to the end of that
    street,
She was in a new town and her feet
   were beat.

Julie Moulds 2nd Grade

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Source: Index of Poetry Julie Moulds 14 years OlD. John thanks for giving this to me.

Duct tape dreams/coming home on saturday night.

"Duct tape dreams"

All my dreams are held together by Duct tape.

My cars leak oil.

My floors need replacing.

Thinking...  I needed  one more day with you.

Thier is never enough Money.

It is hard to get out of the car after a night shift.

My back is sore from working twelves.

Young lovers kissing at the end of the Caldesac at 2:45 am.


Im hungry for some food.

I never had enough time with you.

My Bifocals are scratched and worn

The blasting sand gets in my teeth.

My wife is resting alone with her dog.

My back is still sore after a long night.

The house is silent.

It is time to go to sleep.

You are still  gone, I must sleep.....

Turtles Julie saved books about turtles

 I found this book in the Old House, She loved old books about turtles. I have printed most  of the images, their on plates. Julie would stop the car to save a turtle regardless of her safety. She was a turtle when it came to her struggle with Cancer, she could never outrun it.

"When All The World Is Old" is on sale

John and Julie Rybicki's book is for sale online. It is a combination of John and Julies work in a poetry book. I visited Julie's grave and John put the cover on her Stone. I am so glad their work is getting published by a major publisher. The reviews are good, and soon John will be having book readings all over.

John and I.

I was at mothers house, and John called asking to visit. Mother is fighting bursitis in the knee and is very much in pain, I said "yes", but gave him a warning about her grumpiness. I was having a bad month, feeling depressed, Julie would aways take away the pain through her voice, her healing voice.

John's book is getting published this Spring. Muskegon Community college is scheduling a reading of it soon. John had the book cover and was excited to show his "Family" in Muskegon.
Mother was at Church and I was hoping she would not be upset about the "OK" I gave him to visit.

I miss John, We all Miss John, he is hard to catch, John is a "Firefly" Bright, full of energy, but hard to catch. But when you catch him you put him a jar with a lid with holes, and savor his light and beauty. John is all of Julie that is left on this Earth, her soul is embedded in his thick freckled skin. Enough about John...

"John and I" realized we need each other, we talked for two hours in Moms blue Kitchen. I have always been fighting depression, Jesus, therapy and medication are my three legs on my stool. John is now my fourth leg. Breaking down, God's providence brought us together. That moment is always going to be in my timeline of importance. John talked to me about his problems. I let loose mine.

Together we realized, I need to write poetry and stories. Julie would be upset if I let that gift die.My words were so poetic, Johns writing them down on his scrap paper, glowing bright. He says, "Dude you need to write you have been blessed with a gift." I am going to write again, so I can GLOW as JOHN, we all need to write. We hugged and helped each others. I am loved by so many people, but do not appreciate it, now I do, thank everyone who cares for you, do things knowing you are loved not alone.

John and I are both byproducts of Julie's love we need each other for support. "If everybody would throw all the pieces of Julie's love in a Canyon, it would overflow to the moon." We must live for those who are gone and that loved.

I forget all the love of those who are gone in are lives. "Fathers, Mothers, siblings and children" is still embedded in our heart and soul, so tears of sadness are tears of happiness in the same. WE all have had the blessing to be loved by those who are gone,"pass it on."

Nick is leaving for Grand Valley Sate tomorrow.

My son Nicholas always loved Aunt Julie, he is quiet and always a mystery. This year he decided to be a English Major like his Late Aunt Julie and Uncle John Rybicki. Aunt Julie would take Andrew and Nick when John would hold poetry camp. Nick would tell me about all the turtles and frogs he caught when he was just ten years old. My sister planted the seeds of words and writing in her Nephew in his early years.I have never read anything he has written, he is just like Julie waiting till the words are perfect, to show me his works.

I am so proud of my boys, they are both pursuing careers in what thier heart leads them. I am sure Julie's spirit will guide Nick as he moves on into College. He has a scarf Julie gave him when he was 3, he knows it has supernatural powers, he would tie it around his neck and pretend to fly. Julie will help him write and pursue this dream. Thankyou Julie for helping your Nephew at a early age through your poetry camps. John is his Mentor now, through him the words will flow from his pen.

John Rybicki came to visit, Julies "Dude".

All these years Julie Moulds Rybicki has been Co-writing a book with her husband John. He is finally done with the work they have produced. We will soon see poems and some of thier work published. John my brother- in-law is a compassionate poet-writer-teacher-human. I try to focus about Julie in her life with us before John, She was so happy with him, all she could was love and love him til her last breath.

Sometimes John thinks I am angry about his presence, actually, I am angry that Julie is not with her when he enters are house or Mothers. John has the carbon soul of Julie, She is gone, but all of the good of my sister is smeared on his skin. I am sad when he visits, he reminds me of my Julie without the punches and hugs. A matching set of compassion, is missing the other. I am missing Julie still, everyday I cry for seconds, then I move on. I did not endure the Cancer as John did, I was blessed to be with her in good health and spirit. She supported me till her last breath.

Am I the only one who expects the other person to come in when they come in? John endured the worst time in her life, and I witnessed her health and vitality. I am married to my wife Sue, 22 years last month. I can understand her love for Julie, its a different kind, unexplained. I love John, when he pats thier dust in our house, parts of Julie surround me. John shared the love of Julie only a Husband could give. We are both blessed in different ways, I hope John sees a little bit if my sister Julie when we embrace, the black cloud makes me choke, sadness and tears.

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Cleaning Julie's grave

Every year their is a big mound of snow on Julie's grave. The plows push snow and rocks on her grave all winter. I was too sad to visit her grave on her third year anniversary of her death. After going to Charlie Moulds funeral today, I decided to visit.

I loaded up the rake and a tarp,and drove to Montague Michigan. Their was rocks and debris around her grave. As I raked I asked Julie's bones if she was talking to Charlie, I lost another family member to Cancer. Do they have a Cancer club in Heaven? I don't know. Charlie died at fifty nine, fourteen years longer than Julie. I wish I had fourteen more years with Julie.

I am raking all of the dead grass and rocks,the old birthday candles that melted on her crystal birthday cake we made in the dead of winter. It is a dead calm, crying silently I finish. I decide to clean up Grandma and Grandpa's grave too. Terry the Aunt I never met was next store, so I did that one.

I hate going to Julies grave, I still go. She is below me, in her beautiful dress,still and cold.

I light a candle and sit on her tombstone watching a squirrel. I hope she is talking to Charlie and the rest of the family, I can't hear the conversation, just the whispers.

I have been restless,words haunt me. I finally decided to write some.Julie is always in my heart, I cry a few moments here and there. I work nights and took a night off, I work better at night. We are d0ing well at the Moulds house. Everyday is challenging with new problems and old. Andrew is skating for the first time in these picture. He stays focused and never gives up. I learn so much from our children.

The trials and tests they experience is more than I can handle. I just worry pray and work a lot of overtime.Working in a factory has numbed my happiness, I have to look hard inside those four walls. I pass my frustration in my family, yet I am so blessed. I hope to write some more posts in the future. I feel Julie is with me as type on the keypad, saying "Go Tony my favorite Brother."

Seizure (4)

seizure (4)



We were getting ready for college.

Warming up the Green Van in Winter.

The drive used to be tedious.

Now it is a moment to talk to my son.

Snowflakes fall on the windshield as I wait.

Running in the House,fearing silence.

Screaming! your name, no response.

Finding you on the Buber floor,lifeless.

Julie wrote a paper on "The Divine Disease."

Discovered after her painful death with Cancer.

She speaks to me with past words,typed,formatted.

Edward Lear had Epilepsy.

Alexander the Great"And Cesar of Rome.

Explaining the Moment of Seizure is Divinity.

I feel Julie's presence when that moment occurs.

"Envious" of Andrew as She Dances with him.

Trying to hear her words of encouragement.

Talking to Julie,feeling her embrace.

That moment,sacred moment Julie is with her Nephew.

As I hold my Firstborn as a Infant.

The warmth overcomes me.

As she joins me in my sadness.

Epilepsy

Seizure (1)

I watched your body on the couch.

Twitching,turning blue,limp.

My firstborn,near death.

All of your life flashed before me.

Helpless,screaming for help,Helpless screaming for help.