. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Saturday, May 30, 2026

Seduction


 Seduction 


(A sweet voice from The Seventies, sings. Can you hear him?)


Hey... Turn those lights down low 


Come a little closer, baby Nice and slow


Let's dance together 

On our own dance floor


Hold me in your arms tonight 

And love me a little more


Move and sway 

To the music playing soft


Like a dream that's floating by 

And carrying us off


Touch me gently 

Let that sweet fire start


Burning through the night

In this heart full of longing


Turn those lights down low 

Don't let this feeling go


Hold me close and never let me go 

Turn those lights down low 


Baby, nice and slow 

Tonight we're lost in the glow


Turn the lights down low 

Let's slow dance across the floor 


Before we kiss 

Like we've never kissed before


Turn the lights down low 

Move a little closer still


For a love like this 

Gives my heart such a thrill


And while the music plays 

We'll hold each other tight


Praying this love is real 

As we dance into the night


Move in closer 

In every little way 


Let's forget tomorrow 

And live for this moment today


Time stands still 

As the record softly spins


One of Teddy's sweet love songs 

And the magic begins


Turn the lights down low 

Let's slow dance across the floor 


Before we kiss 

Like we've never kissed before


Turn the lights down low 

Move a little closer still 


For a love like this 

Can only end in bliss


Can only end in bliss 

Can only end in bliss


Tonight

In bliss


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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Friday, May 29, 2026

Loneliness


 


(A lone voice whispers)


Hey you...

It's been a long, long road

Since I walked away


When it was getting real

And I never found the words to say


Hey you


I know I left when it was getting real

And now I finally understand


Exactly how you feel


I've spent some lonely nights

Walking roads I thought I'd own


But every mile I traveled

Just brought me back alone



And the rain keeps falling

On the mistakes I've made


Some memories fade away

But yours refuse to fade


I know I left when it was getting real

And now I know

How you feel


What was ours

Can never be the same


But while we're standing here

Calling each other's name


Maybe time can heal

What pride tore apart


Maybe we can start again


Right where we are

And though the seasons change


Your love still grows in me

Like an old oak tree


By a river running free


We were young

And chasing dreams we couldn't hold


I thought freedom meant leaving

Now freedom just feels cold


The echoes of your laughter

Still linger in these halls


And every little memory

Still hangs upon these walls


If forgiveness has a doorway

I'm standing at the frame


Not asking for forever

Just hoping for your name


I know I left when it was getting real

And now I know

How you feel


What was ours

Can never be the same


But while we're standing here

Calling each other's name


Maybe time can heal

What pride tore apart


Maybe we can start again

Right where we are


And though the seasons change


Your love still grows in me

Like an old oak tree

By a river running free


If tomorrow never brings us

Back to where we used to be


I'll still thank Heaven

For the love you gave to me


And if friendship is the only road

That's left for us to take


I'll walk it with a grateful heart

For old time's sake


 I know I left when it was getting real


And now I know

How you feel


What will be

Will be


That's plain to see

But your love tree


Still grows in me

And every branch reminds me


Of what we used to be

Your love tree

Still grows in me... 


Hey you...

I finally know

How you feel...


"I know I left..." 

"When it was getting real"

"And now I know..."

"How you feel..." 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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Tuesday, May 26, 2026

What are you looking for?


 (A lone voice whispers)


Tell me…

When the noise finally stops…


When the advertisements no longer speak…


When the glowing screens go black…


When the crowds disappear into their homes…


Who remains with you then?


Who are you…

Without performance?


Without your carefully arranged masks…


Your titles…

Your curated moralities?


For many walk this earth believing they are free…


Yet every movement…

Every opinion…

Every hunger…


Was quietly placed inside them…

By unseen hands.


Families.

Governments.

Religions.

Algorithms.

Tribes.


Invisible architects of the inner cathedral.


And so few ask themselves…

Which thoughts are truly theirs.


For self-knowledge is not comfort.


No…

It is excavation.


The sacred horror of pulling stone away from your own buried face.


To look inward long enough…


Is to eventually encounter contradiction?


Darkness beside light.

Mercy beside cruelty.


Desire beside holiness.


The wolf…

And the lamb…


Drinking from the same black river.


And still…

You continue.


Because somewhere deep within the human spirit…


There exists a longing not even modernity could extinguish.


A yearning for mystery.


For initiation.

For meaning.


For something greater than consumption.


This is why ruins fascinate you.


Why abandoned churches still feel sacred.


Why candlelight softens grief.


Why storms make poets of the lonely.


Why the sea reminds you of eternity.


You were never designed merely to produce…


Consume…

And vanish.


Your soul rejects such small prisons.


And perhaps that is why you are here now…


Listening from some quiet room…


Some sleepless bed…

Some moving train beneath a dying evening sky.


Searching.

Not for certainty…


But for recognition.


To feel seen…

By something unseen.


And maybe the abyss people fear…


Is not death at all.


Maybe it is silence.


For in silence…

There is nowhere left to run.


Only remembrance.


Remembrance of who you were…


Before the world told you who to become.


So light your candle carefully, traveller.


Guard your inner flame from false prophets…


False saviours…

And false selves.


For not every light leads upward.

Some merely illuminate the cage.


Nosce te ipsum.

Know thyself


And if your reflection trembles in the mirror tonight…



Do not be afraid.

Many things awaken…


Once truly observed.


Blessed be.

What will be…

Will be.


Velumbound.


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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Monday, May 25, 2026

Relationships


 Senryu

At the very core

Is yearning to be cherished 

Our endless desire


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(C)

Copyright John Duffy


A poem exploring the fundamental human need for affection, validation, and emotional connection within relationships. 


Universal Truth:

Line 1.

Vulnerability is the foundation of intimacy.


Human Condition:

Line 2.


The pursuit of love is an infinite, lifelong journey.


Emotional Core:

Line 3.


Strip away conflict, and only the need for belonging remains. 


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Saturday, May 23, 2026

Rebirth

 



Sometimes, all you can do is smile as the world turns. As your old world burns.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


Sometimes, a smile is the only way to find your footing when everything around you changes. It represents acceptance, resilience, and the quiet understanding that an ending is also a beginning.

Sunday, May 17, 2026

Friendships

 


Senryu


Title.

Friendships 


Sometimes in darkness

You need a bright human light

To guide quietly 


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(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


            Senryu are 3-line, unrhymed Japanese poems (often 5-7-5 syllables) focusing on human nature, irony, and humor, rather than nature. 


Known as "human haiku," they offer witty, sometimes cynical snapshots of daily life and human flaws.


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One for the slow dance lovers