Whispers in the night

Don't forget me

Gabriella

For I'm where The Seraphim 

Now sing

For I've found a new seat in Heaven 

A place I can slow down and say

I've found inner peace

After my soul's confession 

 

So don't weep for me

Don't cry yourself to sleep

With depression

I want you to rise each morning with a smile

And strive to stay strong

For Time is but a slow wheel

A brief interlude in eternity

We'll meet again

Just on the other side

To carry on

In a new ride

Within a serene place

In The Great In-Between

Where Angels pass you

In fields of emerald green

So wipe away those wet tears

For I'm not alone

Alexandria and William

My spirit guides

Are with me

To welcome me home

Now I have no fear

And all that old pain has disappeared 

And I'm no longer visually impaired

Jesus must have wiped my slate clean 

When he gave me this new visiting card

So take your time coming 

For I'll always be waiting

When the smoke clears

For somethings may seem worse than some first feared

But until then

I'll wait patiently til you appear

For love is a golden thread

that goes beyond 

All known limitations 

(C)

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Some whispered rules from the Great In-Between

 

 (A lone voice whispers)

Find an everlasting requiem 

To take you knee-deep in a lust for a real-life

Make unrequited love

The Rebellious Songs of the Transformational

As you throw away its emotional sharp knife

Make a layer cake of evocative delicious delights

To be explored and devoured with your dearly beloved

Hidden from the watching dark shadows all around you

In the middle of any given night

Find ancestral strength in midnight memories and ritualistic ceremonies

Within echoes from those now out of sight

Regain the strength to carry on and fight to finally

Find loves hidden highways and as you take flight

Embrace the sacred thoughts that your Guardian Angels

Always watch over and protect yourself in every way

Especially at night with their unspoken prayers

And you my child 

Will be okay in all of your lifes affairs

(C)

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Whispers at 2 AM

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Salute. 

(A lone voice whispers.)

Love and sorrow are as one

This I know

For even as the sky 

The winds and snow

Just like

Some of Mother Nature's mesmerizing things 

Which can never be outrun

Like those walking on Desolation Row

I have felt both

Rode those two crazy boats 

Until I became this ghost

Clinging on 

Steadfastly 

From love to sorrow

Coast to Coast 

Filled with wild hopes and desires 

Powered on 

By a surety bond

Relentlessly

By a silent knowledge

Of a strange fire 

From The Great Beyond

But like baby seeds

Dreaming of birth

Beneath the Sun's blazing fire

To grow

Waiting

Deep below 

Within the Earth

With a heart dreaming of a new spring

A new rebirth

I too 

Am waiting for those hidden golden bells to ring

To start of freedom 

Sing

But I still just die every time 

I think of you

Just floating metaphorically 

Alone

Into the fading blue

Like a white feather

Blowing

Lonely in the cold winds

Beneath a heartless sky

Which always seems to be standing 

Smiling and watching

In all weathers

Only to then melt into the early morning Sun

For all things 

All said and done

What is it to escape breathing

When you have no loved ones

Or tall tales to be spun

But to find freedom in here

A new kingdom

In The Great In-Between

One that rises and falls with the tides of mortal goodbyes

If it could be seen

For when you walk in these shallow rivers of Silence

To endlessly die

To taste its sweet musk of defiance 

As you cry

You too shall sing

Like me

Oh Hosanna

Oh Hosanna

To reach the mountain

top

You too shall begin to pray to climb

Oh Hosanna

Oh Hosanna

To take a sip 

From Absolutions Ceremonial Silver Cup

For when you reach rock bottom

Oh Hosanna

Oh Hosanna

The only way 

Oh Hosanna

Oh Hosanna

Dear reader

Is up

Oh Hosanna

Oh Hosanna 

(C)

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Ode to Anastasia

 

(A lone voice whispers.) 

You were born 

In late November

This I know forevermore

And will always remember

For we shall be together

In Nevermore

Even when Death visits

And offers you a drink of his sacrilegious dark wine

 

To end all your days

And time

We shall be together 

Pilgrims in the silent memory of God

Somewhere

But together in the same spaces 

In-Between

And as the soft capricious winds of heavens

Change and dance like a wild Anna Pavlova

Between us

Creating a moving sea of love between our souls

We shall know

We can sing and dance together 

Forever 

And be joyous in each and every form

For ours is a love story

Beyond the norm

Composed in multiforms

and kept safely 

Beyond the Great Pillars 

In a sacred tabernacle

By the Holy Oak Tree 

By the Great Sea

This I know

Because Gabriel

My spirit guide says

You were written

Just for me

(C)

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Do you miss Interpersonal Relationships?

 

Is there but a sensation 

More spiritual than

Interpersonal Relationships

Anything

More divine 

Than to feel unified

With another

For as emotional dreams

Flow

Like paper boats

To the Eternal Ocean

As the stars twinkle and the sweet winds of Heaven 

Blow gently through

The Sleeping Willow

Nothing is made to be single

For all spirits need to mingle

Whether it be good

Or sinful 

For even the wild mountains and blue waves 

Kiss the sun

Everyday

If only for a brief moment 

Before she disappears

And goes away

Some may say

Is it worth the soul-changing work

To live in happiness

Which can turn

So quickly 

To sorrow

Tomorrow? 

Always

For all those loud or silent

Sad or happy components

Turns our higher self 

Away from the darkness

Towards Heaven

By the soft glow of memories

Of someone

Beloved

We once cherished

And at a certain point

We were proud to know

Beyond all the tragedies

That may still flourish and grow   

(C)

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Reflections of an old Coalminer

(A lone voice whispers)

I leave this

Behind

My beloved painting by my old shaking hand

Now I'm ninety-three

For my children and grandchildren to see

For soon  

I'll be with my wife and their mother

My beloved Annabel Lee

A painting so they can always remember

That I've climbed into all sorts of dirty pits

Starting many years ago

When Ma gave me my first snap box and sent me to work in late December

When at fourteen  

I got one of my many work permits

And since that first day, I've scrubbed for hours

To clean my decent hard-working soul

To be healthy for my family before I went home

After spending all day and night

Just digging deep for black coal

I was born just before Gas was crowned as king and all generations went into the pit

Like all baptised to do so before us  

If we were forced to admit it

Men and boys who we soon knew forever would be our kin

Going into the light or darkness to earn a few bob

Following all our own fathers and grandfathers

When our time too came  

  

When they asked casually over breakfast

Are you, ready son

And we all replied over hot coffee with a silent nod

Remember me

My name was Samus O'Mally

From Gods Country  

In County Donegal

Where we chased the mad black stuff like it was our lives bounty

Those courageous strong Irish men

Who like me 

When we heard the call

Willingly sacrificed our brief lives

Chasing fools black gold

So all our families could eat and be insulated from all weather 

But particularly the cold

Until it, 

Black Coals Ghost

Finally stalked us down wherever we lived and hid like a wild hyena

Rewarding us with a fatal kiss for years of servitude and service

With a black medal in the lung called after something so tragic, I now know as emphysema

To then stand watching us all silently but bravely 

Fight its deadly embrace as we all grew old

Coughing up blood like we were living in Hiroshima

Forever now just tainted like so many others 

From brave fathers and mothers

For foolishly chasing the glories and stories linked with mining black gold  

So their families could stay warm and conquer the cold

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The Occult Goddess called Want

 

 (A lone voice whispers)

Every night 

When she chooses to suddenly appear

To the chosen few

Stories abound in darkened rooms and secret circles

That all her restless slaves 

Try to raise their weary heads 

From their feathered pews

Enchanted 

Beyond all belief 

Pleading telepathically to climax 

And find some sort of mental release

As she stands over their ramshackled lonely beds

Deceptively 

Beautiful as every single spoken 

Or written human rhyme  

Some say

Uttered down through the Ages 

Through 

Time

By Poets

Mystics and so many 

Mages 

Some speak of long leather-clad legs 

All men cry to touch and pray inwardly to caress

Ravish me red lips

Women say they forever daydream 

To just taste

Emerald eyes they all speak of

Orbs to invade and conquer your soul

Until the very end

Whenever it's time 

For your human life to be laid to waste

Has she entered your room and watched you sleep 

As your soul wandered its many inner spaces 

And unspoken keeps

Her name

You may ask

Well, her name is simply Want

For we all deep down 

Crave something

Be it flesh

Power 

Friendship or even Love

Amongst many others

Only our occult Mother 

Called Want 

Can guide us 

To provide

Regardless of the price 

It will cost us 

In the long run 

As we struggle to survive 

While 

she still lives and thrives 

Feeding off our inner suffering 

As we sustain and strengthen her 

With our foolish wants and self-defeating lies 

(C)

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Life

Some things last forever

This is the universal law

Regardless of our flaws

So

We must keep running or walking

The towpath of Redemption

Not towards self Destruction

Keep making spiritual contracts

Before being born

To meet and experience

Love

Hope

Pain and sorrow

Regardless of the hindrance

Tomorrow

For this is the norm

So

If you're reading this

My child

Your higher form has already made contact

You see

It's a strange ebb and flow

For even chaos, death and night

Doesn't last forever

This you probably already know

For we are like faraway stars who will never fade away

Souls turning the Eternal Wheel

Powering it by a soul contract

Under seal 

And so we must never yield 

So no matter how depressed or happy you feel

Know

There will always be

Someone

Turning 

Their turn of the spiritual wheel

To heal

Souls experiencing a life

You can sometimes never see

(C)

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Lafayette Whispers

(A lone voice whispers. )

Although 

The Divine Pacatari

Took me tragical over the precarious edge 

Of the final dark mountain

To witness heaven's illustrious fountains

While StarChild Orion

Watched in such profound sadness

From so far away

Riding the endless night sky

So high

With the sacred White Universal Mare 

Watching

In the Celestial Garden

As I look up in this thin fading air and patiently stare

I know and pray 

We will be reunited in another lifetime

On another glorious day

To sparkle

Like a rare pair of twinkling diamonds

To prance and dance 

So close together

Like tiny particles in red wine

In the Holy Silver Communion Cup 

For even though fire and ice

Death and sometimes the misery of time

Will try to destroy our love

These feelings

Will never stop

For ours was just a brief rehearsal

Not a farewell from the Eternal Circle

For our love story will live on

Forever

In a place beyond worlds

A place unseen

And when you awaken in the half-light of dreams

In the deep Realms of Sleep

I shall return 

For nothing is truly lost

Even though love has a high price

When we finally walk 

Together

Hand in hand 

So soon

The cost of our reunion

Will be our secret reminder

A unique revelation

Under the pristine Harvest Moon

For we are all but just

Golden leaves

Blown by ravenous thunder 

In God's neverending Monsoon

For we'll know

No one weeps

When reunited

To be married

In The Great In-Between

For living a mortal life

Is just the start of a new honeymoon 

(C)

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Memories of Clementine

 (A lone voice whispers.)

I still see you

As time goes by

As true to self

As starlings fly 

In the night sky

A pure soul

Alive by God's decree 

In my mind's eye

And it stirs 

Such elegant memories 

As your drum beats

Taking me 

To old happier places

As seconds flow

As straight as a crow

Where we meet

Under a never-ending sun

For memories

Like love

Never truly dies

And like a sweet poetic kiss 

Underneath a rare midnight sun 

Always remember

Whatever you may hear 

On the grapevine

I'll always treasure 

The time you were mine

For what we had

Many can't define

Because ours

Was the storyline 

Of 

The Meeting of The Mage and His Concubine

(C)

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The Monologue of Emmanuel

(A lone voice whispers.)

 

Within my deep dreams

Through The Wet Caves of Salsi

Once guided by my spirit guide

Count Alessandro

I found you

A serene reflection 

In a narrow silver mirror 

That filled my hungry spirit

With the manifestation of something

 

So sublime

I thank the Lord

Every night

That you were mine

A once in a lifetime gift bestowed upon me

From The Wet Caves

Of Salsi

A blessing of such a magical way to live

A miracle of such a spiritual power to give

So I now honour the Sun

Sea and Stars

The hidden and seen

From here

To you

From the Great In-Between

Casting these heartbroken words and spells 

Into the Universe's ever-spinning wells

So my soul 

No longer yells

Where I now wait with Count Alessandro

Smiling 

Both watching you

With green eyes

That glow

Through this silver bound 

Scrying Mirror

As your Life's grasses 

Still 

So beautifully

Grow

(C)

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Krampus speaks from the Great In-Between.

  . 

Press play and let the emotional music wash over you as you read. 

Salute. 

Love and loneliness 

Unspoken dreams of romance and broken hearts 

Shall have no reunion 

But instead

Like fettered beasts to the slaughter-house

They will stare foolishly into the distance 

As they are abandoned 

Pleading for hope and a new companion 

For deaden souls deserve no salvation

Such is my curse of the Dammed 

Running or walking throughout every living nation 

Men or women

Especially now

On social media 

Trolls like me

Swimming naked in pools of hate and judgement 

We shall become as one

As they hear my approaching bells

Under the gaze of my cosmic gun

Love and loneliness

Sadness and pain

Will be their everlasting daylight

In their souls window panes

My silver mistress 

Mother Moon

Will seal their fate 

On each twenty-fifth 

When my blackened presents are received

For the spiteful and jealous

The hateful and cruel 

Who just love to deceive

You better pray to change your ways 

Before every Christmas Eve 

(C)

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Thoughts of Mary

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Salute.

(A lone voice whispers.)

Whenever I pause

In these tranquil quiet 

Moments 

In here

To think about all those 

Long nights 

We once walked by the 

Hawaiian blue sea

I still get drenched by the 

Sweetest thoughts 

Of you and me

Memories of a fierce love 

Which shone high above 

The hot yellow city lights

Of a time we held hands 

And everything seemed to 

Be alright 

But like a pale white 

Vulnerable feather

Blowing in the 

Four Winds

I then always remember how 

You surrendered to temptation

And like an act from the 

Devils favorite playbook

Our love was viciously ripped 

From our cross

To be tragically forgotten 

And by so many others

Casually dismembered 

With no chance of 

Redemption

Now I guess 

We're like 

Two depressing 

Characters from a 

Dystopian play called

Twelfth Night

A rotten 

Shakespearean Play

No one cares about 

Or wants to even 

Remember

But I'll still treasure and 

Carry those memories

Of footsteps walking by the

Hawaiian blue sea

Where I got drenched and 

Soaking wet by the 

Sweetest thoughts 

Of just you and me

Memories of a fierce love

 

Which still shines so high 

Above the hot yellow city 

Lights

Of a time we once held 

Hands 

And the future seemed so 

Bright

Of memories of us entwining  

To make love

To keep warm throughout 

All those cold but soul-thrilling 

December 

Winters nights

For the real treasures in life isn't the material or commercial 

 But simply the spiritual 

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Rebirth

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Salute.

(A lone voice whispers.)

I sensed it in the very depths of my soul

After I was allowed entrance  

To here 

To The Great in-Between

Where I've experienced the tragic tendrils of the loss of true love

You've ever seen

You are mine

No longer a sweet inquisition

Or a heartfelt instruction 

But a proclamation of a sad reality

I could buy for a pocketful of dimes

From Scarlet Ladies of the Night

Who once stood in straight lines

At Ranch Deltoro

When I like so many mortal fools 

Chased fame and followed blindly Mother Fortune

But now through liberation 

From a new tune

From such climatic anxiety and desperation

My body trembles with this new thought and its expectations

Was it worth it?

Not looking for real love 

Just bought love

In dens of immorality

And sorrow

Where sin persists

And now as I finally understand this

I'm at one with the bright lights of liberation 

At one with that singular truth and bliss

As all is finally revealed in The Transmutation 

Caused by The Purple Flame

The Purple Flame

Which can purge away

Any pain from any situation

I now know this as I heal

But it's too late

That when true love came

So softly knocking

Many years ago

Before Sin and Flaws tempted me to visit Ranch Deltoro

To engage in transgressions of God's laws

I should have dutifully kneeled and prayed

To save my soul

Years of sorrow

That would eventually find me one fatal day

I miss you my beloved

Moon Shadow Pissarro

(C)

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The Visions of Sacco Vanzetti

(A lone voice whispers )

I've lit so many small campfires

Inside this dark labyrinth

Within my mind 

To push back the conception or creation 

Of deathly darkness 

By flickering light 

I've seen raw visions as wicked voices 

Draw sharpened claws 

To bleed the black mud 

They

The corrupted 

Bend to pray 

Kneel and love 

Before they go to war 

With crazy political applause

Saw countless coffins 

In lines of black and gold 

All shiny

Caused by sin 

Filled to brim 

As young and old 

Grave diggers 

Dug 

Saw roots of Chaos 

Toot 

In victory

As it's sown 

Watched a new man 

Like Nero 

Sit on burning throne  

While ash and lava

Welcomed him home 

 

Seas  

Boil from black to red 

With sweet embrace of the dead 

Heard battle songs 

Of false strengths and gory 

As I stood in circle 

Seeing new tapestries

Before me

Of an old story 

The greed of man 

Chasing 

Dark versions of Mary 

For a sip 

Of her black cherry 

Or whatever's 

In her inventory

But near when end 

Seems to run its course 

As people flee 

On foot

Or horse

I dreamed or saw

Angels appear 

With those we miss 

And love the most 

Standing side 

By side 

With Holy Ghost 

Whispering 

Fear not 

The Great Rot

But see this day 

And know 

Faith lives on 

For within prayer 

It's never gone 

And it's why the Dark 

Will always die 

And Light 

Will always 

Rise again 

For although they seek to corrupt 

The world of men 

With wicked plans 

They will not succeed 

For the love of power 

Corruption 

And greed 

Will be their undoing 

For it's in those gardens 

Where the Lord 

Any Lord

Regardless of Name

Has sown their Judgment Seeds 

(C)

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A Lovers Confession

 

Press Play. Salute.

(A lone voice whispers.)

I'll never kneel to pray no more 

Because I won't idolize anyone this way

 Anymore.

I can't hold back my souvenirs of fears any longer

Though my tears still stain this grey uniform 

I restfully wear

As I continuously look for a new sanctuary to rest

So my soul can repair

I've got to take all those heartfelt condemnations

 With me

For with you 

I've smiled, shouted, and screamed in joy 

To last for a thousand years

Constantly pushed to live the illuminated man's

Hidden underground dream

But what I wouldn't do now

Just to be with you

I know I must neglect all those painful memories

 And try to go on and find the resilience I need

To let you go free

Just like a midnight lantern

Filled with good wishes and introduced into a New Year's Eve

Transformational Nights' sky

To fly so high

To step away and shut that badly worn door

And let my existence go on like Adam

Who once loved Lilith 

Prior to Eve

Before they went outside the Greatest of All Gardens 

And all his first love for her

He silently always grieved

Would we be better off 

if I had pulled all my barriers down

And let you in so totally

To climb in all my hidden tributaries, and swim

Maybe, but I reckon we'll never know

So I'll let go of my metaphysical claim on you

But you may call down someday in the near future unknown

In the falling rain or snow

For this painful love we once beautifully shared

Will keep us safe throughout the blinding of the heart

The silence in the mind

For this love, we once experienced in the darkness 

Beyond the light

Will go through a new phase of rediscovering

Rewriting our tragic love story 

Like a modern-day Fyodor Dostoevsky

For humanity is sometimes incredibly

And intensely in love with all forms of suffering

And love in action is occasionally a brutal and tragic commodity

Whenever and forever described in relation to true love

As if in poetry or wishful dreams

For a love of any kind is never low key.........

(C)

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The Monologue of Samuel Carlsen

 

(A lone voice whispers.)

It's all mythical

And true love is a miracle

This I've found

After opening one or two lyrical doorways 

Within this underground maze 

Within my mind

For unconditional silent prayers 

Seeking

Needing and pleading for it

Soft prayers

Carried gently upwards

 Like Autumn leaves 

Into the midnight breeze

With such ease

Ephemeral but eternally spiritual

Through embedded emotions

Within every little notion

Is it why in this endless smokey darkness

I still dance

The Dance of Memoriae Aeternae

As invisible butterflies

Circle

Whispering her secret colorful name

Like hungry flames 

In the fading moonlight

Licking and

kissing my hard skin

Landing and

Lying in wait

For that transitional universal moment 

When I surrender myself to the past

Through these starlight filters

That always last

For I'm an untamed wild spirit  

Bathing in surreptitious

originality

For I've endured the conception and cessation of light and love

In endless dark  

Seen sharpened knives 

Hidden in poetic words

Watched my heaven and earth being summoned to turn to ash 

But as the burning seeds of chaos grew

I turned to you

Jesu

For much has been outgrown

And this you've shown

(A lone voice sings.)

Oh 

Holy wisdom

Oh 

Holy wisdom

Show me

Thy kingdom 

Thy kingdom

So bright

So I can be

I can be

Drawn to thee 

Drawn to thee

Tonight

Tonight 

Lift my soul 

Lift my soul

To new heights

To new heights

Tonight 

Amen

(C)

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John Duffy

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Need some inspiration

 Do you ever feel used and abused

By ungrateful people 

With low-level views

Fools

Riding

On high horses

As you work yourself 

Slowly 

Into a hearse

Sometimes 

Things have to change

Or only your old work clothes

Will remain

And that favorite piece of jewelry 

Which you wore with such pride

And loved to be seen

So step back from the brink

Because once you're here

In The Great In-Between

There's no going back

No repeats

Just you feeling defeated 

In this low devilish heat

So live life

But

Love

Share

And care

And maybe 

Just maybe

Good luck and favor

Like a lifesaver

Will follow you

Everywhere you go

Like Christ

Our beloved

Redeemer and Savior

The ultimate 

Second shadow 

(C)

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John Duffy

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The Divorcee

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Salute 

Although you left me 

One night for another 

 

Leaving me forever to sit alone in the dark

Castaway to wander lonely streets

Always forsaken and painfully apart

Even though your golden wedding ring 

Still adorns my fourth finger

 

And tendrils of our beloved treasured memories 

Still linger

Despite through stealing the heart 

Of a younger stranger

 

 And you left me 

 Heartbroken 

 Feeling rejected 

 Like an adolescent teenager

Mea Culpa

It was all my fault

I just foolishly loved you 

Too much

(C)

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The Visitation

Like a heart's favorite childhood melody 

She appeared to me

Walking harmoniously

Like Lady Serenity 

Straight out of the ever-moving shadows of the fading lights

As blue clouds parted 

As if asked by Moses 

In dark skies 

Upon the stroke of midnight 

All she asks for 

She said

With her bright eyes glistening 

Like cherry diamonds  

Is loyalty

Faith and belief in something greater

Something good 

No man or beast 

Can ever deny as their time 

Flies by

If they could 

Her opulence and grace 

Lit up my face 

Like a New Year's Eve firework

When she appeared at my staying place

And if she's feeling kind 

And kisses you 

On your cheek 

Like she did mine

So gently

With a candy-sweet smile  

That glows with tints of sparkling eloquence and extreme obsession

That's so deliciously elegant 

You'll feel a subtle transference of magical energy 

A synergy of goodness and kindness 

Tied up in a purple bow 

That will follow you 

Like a lucky rainbow 

Everywhere 

You go

Have you too 

Seen this elemental testament  

To spiritual redevelopment 

Yet

For know this 

If you haven't 

Angels do appear 

Every day 

To the mournful guilty or truly innocent 

Of just those in need

To try to answer prayers 

Which are heaven sent 

For prayers 

Sent up to the clouds 

Like seeds

Must be opened and answered 

In time 

And never declined 

To try to stop the torture and torment 

In someone's poor mind

 

So this July 

Find some time 

And who knows 

The Angel who looks like Lady Serenity 

Could appear  

And give you a gift of her red rose

To carry forever 

No matter where your life 

Goes 

From here now

Even into the depths of eternity

To shine a bright light

To push back corruption's

Dark shadows

In these unruly days

Governed by The Archduchy

And secret societies spellbound by ungodly uncertainties

Working feverishly behind the scenes 

To bring down 

All countries

By placing an ominous crown

On a New World Order

King or Queen

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Goddess Sensualitas

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Goddess Sensualitas

(A lone voice whispers.)

Her name speaks of such sensuous devious mysteries 

Not just one Name

But a thousand 

Conjured and

Repeated 

Sometimes carelessly 

By so many 

Down throughout history

She is wet dangerous lips 

On dark nights 

Sharp black fingernails 

In fading Moonlight 

Light and dark energy 

Intermixed 

That never fails to revive

The heat 

Lonely hearts need 

To breathe to survive

The temptation in new and old bodies and souls

The right in the wrong 

That tempts you 

Foolishly into dancing along 

The sweet satisfying afterglow 

Of sated souls engaged in symbiotic flow

The supernatural aura that surrounds us

When we chase

Her sweet embrace

When we finally reach first base

And taste her

In a kiss 

On a sweet face

A heart and home 

without which

We would not exist

For 

She is the Great Mother 

The source code 

Between all fluctuating states

The Authority from so High Above

Which lust and love springs 

From a fourth-dimensional 

Intergalactic space 

And the alabaster sink 

To which all life returns 

When it's run 

And earned 

All it needs to learn

In this

The greatest of all mortal races

Ladies and gentleman 

I present Sensualitas

A divine gift of such 

Sensuality

I can only hope and pray

You enjoy 

While your lifes flame

Still burns

(C)

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Salute.

Memories

With abandonment

(5)

We love totally blinded

(7)

To live forever 

(5)

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Some relationships just mysteriously happen. 

But whatever the consequences, do you ever really forget them?

Salute.

A senryu must be exactly 3 lines.

Like a Haiku, a senryu must follow the 5-7-5 format:

The first line must have 5 syllables.

The second line must have 7 syllables.

The third line must have 5 syllables.

A senryu focuses on humans and usually contains irony.

It usually focuses on human nature.

It is not written about nature or the seasons.

A senryu does not have to rhyme.

My new sidekick

How I relax away from work and writing.

With my Serbian Dobermann. 

Bingoline Dax, but now known as Loki.

I asked and the universe answered. 

Such a lovely soul.

Salute.

The Fire Girl

(A warm voice whispers)

  

Salut Soldat (Hey soldier)

Jeremiah says it's soon your time and I should visit to prepare you to cross over

So here I am

Please forget the past for it will haunt you into all

Eternity 

In here

For when the grey smoke came

When you fell asleep while on sentry duty in Forty-Three 

With Billy Boy and Henry

While you all guarded that old hospital in war-torn France

For the Resistance and me

Drunk on moonshine while smoking 

I just held onto a soft hand as it suddenly appeared 

With a whisper saying

Sylvia

It's time to meet me

Your guardian 

Angel Jeremiah

As I started choking when all the German bombs started exploding

But don't forget me 

After all these years

For even though now my time is done

It's you

I still see

I miss you, so never feel guilty

And I'll always wait for you 

Standing here by this

Eternal Holy Sea

Sleep now 

My love

For I'll just return

Tomorrow morning at six am when it's time

So we can share a new dream of a beautiful place where we first met

A unique place where we'll  both hold hands like we once used to do in Calais

 

Before life killed me and we can once more walk on soft yellow beaches

As far as the Astral Eyes can see

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Diana's Advice

 

 My visitor

Someone called Diana has whispered this tale as I relax. 

Is she one of my visitors tonight? 

Tonight's channeling. 

Sometimes

You've just got to say goodbye to old ways and try to heal raw opened emotional sores

It may feel like you've been through the wars but everybody has their flaws

Some may choose to hide it so well 

And smile and put on a favorite well-loved mask

And some don't 

Some may say strange things in tempestuous moments of heat as they sharpen their claws

And some may say nothing at all but just think it

For people are just human after all

Misfits in the grandest of schemes 

Wandering around like lost little children 

After they have been given a life's spiritual work permit 

But you know 

I've already lived five times in 6 hundred years 

Lived

Loved and cried so many wet tears

Now I've returned for the seventh

And here's what I know

As I return from a short stint in heaven 

Life and all its emotional connections are simply explained in two lines of poetry 

Which is written in bold italics in God's eternal archives 

Want to know what it is

It's simply 

Do the best with your time before you die 

And you too might come back for another short while 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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