. Poetry from The Great In-Between: February 2022

Sunday, February 20, 2022

Channelling Carol

A sweet voice came through. 

(A lone voice whispers)


I know we've drifted like flotsam on the wild seas 


Been pulled apart like Christmas crackers while I was in hospital


Before New Year's Eve


Yet always reuniting despite the courage which wore me out fighting


I'll always remember the love you all sent and I gratefully received


All those sweet exchanges 


Conversations to encourage more  heartwarming vibrations 


But Life and its sharp knife decided to cut our cord 


When it guessed what we had found and knew


Like a cruel warlord and so we were forever separated from its blackboard


Just think of me my old loves as I reside in here


No longer burdened with pain and fear of cancer


As you still all move across its many boards


And with a request for a new addition to the Akasha records


Which I now know exists

I send this


Just know I'll never forget you


For you're all so special and I'll always try to visit 


As long as the skies fill with clouds


Or turn blue


Forever remembering our introduction within these lines


Which may herald our final farewell kiss

Of all those

I'll truly always miss


Copyright John Duffy 


Channelling Eros


 **Lord Eros Speaks**


(A lone seductive voice whispers)


Why must the soul within you all


Constantly seek out momentous soul-defining emotions 


Require it so damn deep

Sometimes foregoing sleep


Covet and desire extraordinary sensations to rebel wildly within


To show the many tragic watchers

Hiding in society's long midday shadows 


Those who fear that uncontrollable need to follow


That unconscious craving bound to sinful bargaining with me


Lord Eros


Which could ultimately destroy all they know like a raging volcano 


If my rosy pill called Ecstasy

They wantonly swallow  


Whilst lost in the throes and acts of physical thoughts 


Linked to carnal sin



Where in their soft arms 


We 

All things biological and spiritual linked to love 


Forever embodied in such as me


Sensational 

Uncivilised 


Unconventional and uncontrollable feelings which could eventually burn or break one in two 



Is that why my gift of devotion is such a powerful tool


For the Beguiled

The Abundant in humanity who throughout all eternity 


And even to this very glorious day

You call Sunday


It still wonderfully and eternally fools

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Monday, February 14, 2022

The voice of Nicodemus

(A lone voice whispers)


There are some cruel strange chippetoes out there


Who'll wear your darn heart straight out of your chest 


But like black needs light 

And day meets night


You'll also meet some great people 


Who'll try to sow up your frayed tired edges

With some good old fashioned love and light


If you're blessed 


Like all those honest folk named in the hidden pages of your version of the good book 


Whatever your faith 


For good people are everywhere 

You only have to learn where to look 


Copyright John Duffy 

 

Valentine Memories


**Valentine's Memories**


Like an unpeeled entity

She stood confidently before me


Layers of unspoken truths

Hiding her many unexplored depths


All those silent moments where she unconsciously smiled or even wept


As I gazed and wondered at this beautiful woman before me


Who said she loved me


Really paused and perused

Thinking about all her past experiences


Plights and emotions


And all the sad times she might have allowed herself to be used


I reached out with tentative fingers


Let my hands reach her soft skin and let them linger


And as I took her into my naked arms

I too remembered


Aren't we all but living onions


Layers of life's many

extrusions


Secretive shields we use to protect ourselves


From showing our true vulnerabilities 


And when she gazed deep into my dark eyes


With that beautiful transference of spiritual energy


I knew she was the one who was my own reducer


The only one to peel back my many hidden layers


To walk through my unspoken dreams and feel my fears


As I too embraced her soft tears


We were only together for twenty-two years


And then the Lord came and called her home


As I sip my Greygoose

In the quiet hours of the approaching dawn


Sitting here lonely on our old farm


I can always remember my dearest Lola and the moment

I first held her


In my naked arms


She still visits me in the dark

You know 


We just hold hands as we meet with a soft smile 


Before we once more begin our nightly stroll


Through the luscious green meadows of Memories Park


(C) Copyright John Duffy 2022

Saturday, February 5, 2022

Like heartbreaking supernatural monologues?


 Press play.

A lone voice whispers.

The Voice of McLean

 




(A lone voice whispers)


In the middle of it all
Before I took the greatest of falls when I heard God tragically call


I know I stood tall and held your hand for a brief while
As we listened entwined as Prince sung in background
In Montreal

For billions of seconds and even millions of minutes
The Sun seemed to shine brighter everyday
In every conceivable way

The sky with you around
Always seemed bluer than blue and that’s why I’ll never forget you
For you were my destiny

My truer than true

A diamond amongst the dirt
Who tried to consoled me
When everything seemed to just hurt

A soft voice to soothe the pain of living
For you were so beautiful inside and so giving

But like all things linked to true love
Once found and cherished

Death is so unforgiving and so I died and a part of me
On that fateful day started to always cry

A lone voice I can still sometimes hear in the silence
Especially in the low hours

For when the violence in your world sleeps
I can hear that piece of my soul as it quietly weeps

There will never be another like you
A treasure in the dark

An ark who gave me such exquisite pleasure
So keep smiling wherever you are

For I know you will draw the crowds for such is the brilliance of your divine charisma and light

Goodnight my only love

Your man in the window
Always watching as his life wallows in limbo

In here
The Great In-Between

Where we the dead live on
Just parading unseen

Copyright John Duffy

The Shadow Walker Speaks

 



My name is irrelevant as I only speak of something

I once had



But lost as I passed over

 

 

So speaking just between us and no one else

 


Do you like

Subtle questions for an inquisitive mind

 


Just try using the power of your profound imagination


To answer my questions as begin 



So your icy river of curiosity can melt



Can finding any form of love define you on so many levels 


Beyond rhyme or reason

 

And does your mind wander because of this

Like a seasoned traveller


Throughout the ever-changing seasons of the rising sun

 


Dwelling on epic adventures previously run


Alone or with great people 


Or just trying to understand life and all its subtle meanings

 


Are you

My visitors and viewers 

Just relatively speaking

 


All but travellers trying to rebel

Against a mundane life

 


Like it's high treason

 


Trying to become light-bearers for others



I can only pray and hope

Through sharing some love and light



Kindness but more importantly 

Attention to help them cope



And are we the unknown poets


Even from in here 


The Great In-Between



Simply members

From some long-forgotten legions



Appearing at night

 


To with guile create mysterious worlds for you all to step in



The blessed few who in the twenty-first century 

Still likes real talking and society watching

 


From every region

 


As our stories or poetry parades symbolically

Throughout all seasons

 


Creating a liturgy of words



A symphony

For beautiful people like you to enjoy listening to

Or just reading

 


For are you blessed and anointed to be the addicted

And are we your much-needed dependency



For humans are all programmed on a deeper level to just be addicted to something


To take the silent pain of living on the edge away

With its cleansing rainbows 

 


In this fast-moving life

 


Where the true secret is to pick wisely if you really need to know


For most choices will only hurt you more

And cause more unwelcome pain



Wherever you go



Which surely will cut deeper

Later in the low hours

Like any sharp knife



As you wander

Lost mentally

 


Throughout the slow falling rain filled with disdain 

 


For you all need something

To help fill the deep void of need that you are all born with

 


And it's not something to be ignored

But to be graciously implored and

Explored

 

 

For what you receive in return

Simply reflects what you give

 


Some choose drugs

Cigarettes

Alcohol

Or just love

 

Some choose sports or even just fights


Some just choose music or to simply write

 

To them whatever their choice of poison

 

Is it how they choose to get the Light


Truly out

 

You


Does writing or just reading

Reflect essences of your immortal soul

 

And is a love of reading anything including poetry

 

A part of your earthly role

 

Mirroring a part of all your intimate

Dependencies


Driving you to create

 

Whilst covering up

All your own inner transparencies

 

Well

It has been a ride up to now


Filled with such revealing thoughts

And deep-seated questions

 

Do you want some more glimpses


Of the sideshows

 

Running through the dark theatres within my mind

 

Do you want to hear some more of my kin

Indulge you

 

With more profound suggestions


From in here

Our beloved prison

Between our dimensions

 

I can read your mind you know

Just say yes


So we can be together everywhere you go


That's why I'm waiting for you to acquiescence


And to once more allow me to step inside the dark labyrinth within your soul


Copyright John Duffy


The Oracle in the Mists