(A lone voice whispers)
If my light
I with you share
Don't try to tear me down with preaching
For that my child
Would be unfair
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
This stanza speaks directly to the human experience of setting boundaries.
It serves as a reminder that offering kindness or sharing your life with someone is not an invitation for them to judge, try to control, or correct you.
(A lone voice whispers)
Like a viral wind
We flow around everything
Until the wind stops
(575)
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Senryū focuses on human nature, everyday life, and relationships.
Structurally, a senryū consists of three unrhymed lines following a 5-7-5 syllable structure (17 total syllables).
Are you a Taylor too?
A poem accepting that controversy and misinterpretation are permanent conditions of living as an artist.
The symbolism of the Apple serves as a powerful biblical allusion.
The green apple symbolises purity, temptation, and the origin of human consciousness.
To "bruise" the apple implies that the art possesses a raw, disruptive truth capable of altering innocence itself, striking a blow against rigid moral perfection.
Title.
The Taylor.
(A lone voice whispers)
I'll forever stand accused of so many wild things.
And all its indelible noises.
But I'll keep stringing words together like one of the world's greatest tailors.
To create poetry, writing, music and art so seductive - it would leave Eve's green apple bruised.
That sometimes I think about what some say.
On a Midsummer Night Day.
Encouraging someone is never overused.
So, I'll bravely stand accused and abused.
With whatever I create.
Right out of the blue.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy.
Channeling Kurt Cobain" serves as a melancholic homage to the legacy of Kurt Cobain, the iconic frontman of Nirvana.
The lyrics are deeply introspective and filled with references to Cobain's life, music, and struggles.
The Eulogy Song (feat. John Duffy) is a reflective and comforting musical piece focused on themes of peace, faith, and transition.
The song serves as a message of reassurance for loved ones, encouraging them not to grieve but to find solace in the singer's journey.
What song would you pick?
Doloris Affertor (L)
Bringer of Sorrow
(A lone voice whispers)
I am the silent whisper on dried, wet lips.
The tidal wave to sink millions of lonely ships.
A reckless wonderer from places unimaginable.
Sent to create tension through therapeutic rehabilitation.
In any given nation.
My name is simply: Emotion.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
As a person, you must know
Deep down
You're part of one of the most spiritually
Illuminating
Literary movements there has ever been
A gift sent to you for self-expression from The Great In-Between
A means to pull down old towers with new or old siege hooks
Open closed doors
By maybe writing a blog or book
To walk through anthills and moors
Of poetic stanzas
To find who you really are
As you pause and really look
For above all things
Magic in poetry is real
A form of rebellion from the mundane
A resolution
A Bonanza
To push back boundaries in a form of grassroots resistance
To power and social control
To be able to purge the destructive nature of humanity and the need to share its beauty
To those watching on patrol
As they go
For you are so gifted
So never be afraid to share your Illumination of the soul
For someone somewhere
Always needs to be lifted
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
(A lone voice whispers)
I can subliminally feel
All those sad fears
Rhythmically swirling like sharpened kitchen knives
Within all your world choices
Which cuts me so deep
Like cold Tamahagane steel
Above all this new
Life's
Now old noises
I can just see you
Sitting there
In your darkened bedroom
Somewhere
Dressed in that familiar soft white lace
With translucent tears
Running down
Your beautiful face
Thinking of me
As a lone crone
In a faraway forest
In triumph
Sings
And rejoices
Overjoyed by her spells
Creating turmoil
Of fake excuses and tragic surprises
In you
For
I know
It's not fair
What you're going through
But trust me
I'm
Going through it
Too
For
This thing we started
This inexplicable thing
This molten fire that still burns
Like it's taboo
Since we parted
Reaches so deep
Inside
I can't sleep
Can't work
Can't recall
How many times
I've cried
Brokenhearted
For I remember
Those sweet salad days
Walking on the beach
With the spirit next door
Who came to me
Unexpectedly
Like a serene gift
From The Holy Sea
Gently fluttering by
To say hello
Like a rare beautiful Glasswing Butterfly
But now
We are
But two
Lost souls
With nowhere to go
Just wondering round
In familiar round circles
And looking into
This purple haze
The very mouth of this black abyss
Before me
Looking at the mistakes
We once made
In my scrying mirror
As our tarot cards
Were first laid
When we unexpectedly first kissed
While we walked
Its tired pavements
In its maze
I pray and hope you still
Think of me
The ghost
Who still loves his beautiful rare Glasswing butterfly
From the Realms
Of The
Great In-Between
Sent to love you
To remind you
You're so special
An astral envoy
Sent like a
Spiritual Kestrel
To inspire others
Especially those
That suffer in silence
So turn that Southern Country music up high
To drown out your world's violence
For a light like yours
Must shine
And it's why
This old ghost
Can never say goodbye
For our old love
Lives beyond
The seas of this black abyss
Forever
Spinning
In my memories
Of our
First poetic unexpected kiss
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
