Elham Speaks

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Hey you

My curious reading friend

One of the bright lights 

Not tempted or dimmed by consumerism

Big Tec and all it dumbs down 

As it slowly infects

Thanks for visiting me at Halloween

In 2023 again 

Did you know all Time is just like a slow-moving river

And you're all walking unconsciously upstream 

Through its wet ever-flowing waters 

Of glistening gold and silver

As it flows from the Great Lights

Many hidden fissures 

Walking upstream towards your own inevitable end

Wandering alongside all those you respect 

Adore or even hate

But if you're lucky

Like I think and know you are

You'll be forever surrounded by incredible extraordinary people 

Who'll all try to support and help you

Find the profound strength to empower and fire up your dreams 

Like a Drag car engine

And not fall 

As you try to walk upstream

Those from the Lands of the Living and those from in here  

Your ancestors like your much-loved forefathers or beloved mothers

Uncle's or Aunties

Sisters or brothers

All watching from just behind this Blue Portal

Here in the Great In-Between 

Who wants you to succeed in this

The oldest of great games

Playing your role in the grandest of Schemes

This is my new message that I send all the way from Jagaroo's Cove

Just for those like you

Who may need it

So they can live by a new code 

As they walk through those cold waters 

Which will for Eternity

Flow

I can only pray it helps you cope 

More than you'll ever comprehend 

It's simple really

If you're lonely

Neglected or feel rejected

Reach out to someone

Anyone

Or just talk it through 

In the light 

Never in the dark

For you're never alone before you ascend 

And someone will create a bridge 

To a new form of happiness

Through an act of inconceivable magic 

Some know as kindness

Some as The Laws of Attraction

But action in whatever name 

To help dispel those dark clouds brought about by one of life's eternal elementals

Mr Tragic

Tasked to collect walkers early for his master

The Grim Reaper

Just be courageous to talk as you walk

Until the next time 

Your forever friend

From within the long Shadows

Standing getting wet 

In the gold and silver river that never bends

Elham 

The Lost Angel 

Praying your soul is soon purified and cleansed

Through a small act of magic 

Whenever needed 

As you walk upstream 

To see the soul-lifting sights at the End

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 

The Ministry of Ezra

Press play before reading. Salute

(A lone voice whispers)

   

This is to you 

My life's only pleasure

Now my life's sunsets are spent and sunk forever 

For at the end of all my once long rigorous days

I now stand lost and lonely 

In these dark woods

Of Reflection

Like a young Puck

In a tragic Midsummer's daydream that's all mine

One where my heart would beat on perpetual fire if it could

One with my ears filled with whispering spellbinding words

That no longer take me higher

With introspection

And when the ever-watchful Moon retires

I always watch from here

Behind this silver shimmering barrier 

Of The Great In-Between 

And think as the new Sun of the Living 

Rises

Are we all simply silent prayers blowing

Like soft tender snowflakes

In an endless night

Each carrying quiet songs filled with woe

Love and all human emotions that make us glow 

Skywards

Just to be lost in whirlwinds of Heavens glittering golden dust

Symphonies of hearts ablaze

And screaming for someone to just love and trust

And even though now my time living has expired

I still feel rapturous but always blue

As my now silent heart tries to sing love songs

For just you

I know as long as I still exist in here

As tall as the high nights and as long as the wide days 

I hope my God-given prayers

Will be answered with my souls cries to be rescued

For when the final sunset has gone and died

And this dark night 

I wander in

Stalks all the lands

Even your lands

When the low Angelic Drums 

Announcing The Book of Revelations 

Rumble

And the old black and white pianos start to scream and sing

Declaring openly the arrival of Seven Angels foretold

When the eerie white noise 

Between the Living and the Dead is no longer cold

And falls like a crimson stage curtain 

Once again 

I pray I'm certain 

Hopefully 

I’ll stand like a Tolkien King 

Proudly on the Tired Bridge of Broken Dreams 

With you as my newly returned queen

Living in a new scene

Beyond the barriers of The Great In-Between

Where my broken heart no longer cries out 

As we watch the Purging on Judgement Day

Of all the Immoral Fools

Tainted and marked with the many forms of its seductive disease 

Standing strong and happy like Megara and Hercules 

Until then

My love

I'll wait patiently for you

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Do you do this with your memories?

 Do old memories (5)

Materialize quickly (7)

At random moments (5)

And from their sounds and visual delights

Aren't we just hoarders of all we feel

To carry like thieves

Into 

The longest of dark nights 

(C)

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Halloween Dark Poetry

 (A soft seductive voice, whispers.)

In this

The darkest hour

In the Great Pit

Where I wield 

Total power

Sitting beside

IT

Read this 

In this moment

Silently and patiently

For your soul

To be deliriously deflowered

On Halloween 

Meum

Imperium me

Ita fiat illud

Be (L)

By me

The Un-Hallowed Queen

Of all sinful slaves

Just lurking

Tonight

Like a funnel-web spider

Waiting to bite

From the Great In-Between

When The Black Gates open

On Halloween 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Translation since I know you read the open invitation: 

Own me

Control me

So mote it

Be

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Have you tried the occult drug called Phantasia?

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Memories of past light and even dark worlds

Linked to love and transgressions of the soul

To prophecies of illusions and future ghosts 

From soon-to-be-explored realms 

Of once forbidden 

Hidden inner emotional planets

Unexplored to most

And to Phantasia

Where all your desires can run wild 

Like a feral young child 

In a new big playground

Where standing still 

Is a curse

A blasphemy

As the Past 

Future and 

Piped Dreams 

From The Great In-Between 

Merge

Living free past all barriers 

Restrictions 

Laws and permits

A simple second at a time

For to know this is a discovered blessing

The consecrated can self-baptize in

And to put it 

To work 

In a creation linked to

Music

Films

Books

Art

Or divine Poetry

Is a spiritual blessing

Even

Watching souls

Like you 

Consume

From all-time frequencies

With lustful eyes

For it's a secret libation

Called 

Particles of

Ultra-Violet illumination 

Not earned by the Mundane 

Who still wears

The heavy silvery chains 

Of consumption and materialism

Linked to living on

The human plane

Of Existence

So to them

That potion is

Out of their range

And spiritual domain

For they emit such frequencies of resistance 

But to you

The writers and poets

Revel in the secret rites

Of Phantasia

A potion to consume

To express

The real you

(C)

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What is the origin of the word Phantasia?

Greek φαντασία (phantasía, 'imagination') in its basic meaning is connected with φαίνεσθαι (phaínesthai, 'to come to light, to appear. 

Libation. 

An act or instance of drinking often ceremoniously

Mundane. 

Lacking interest or excitement; dull.

"his mundane, humdrum existence"

The Love Boat

 

Love once came too late 

Sailing in 

Merrily

On a cherry red Schooner

With standard bearers

Of bright blue and gold

To warm up

My weary heart

Which had grown

Cold

But as the years 

Passed

It sailed back 

Into The Dark Lands of

The Untold

With my old lover

My Captain

Steering the wheel

On how I miss

Her warm touch and feel

Now just mere memories

I return too

To steal

Oh 

How I wish

She'd turned that emotional wheel

And returned to me

But that cherry red Schooner 

Soon sailed

Away 

Without even a wave

So on these sombre shores

Of Disenchantment

I sometimes look

Back

In silent detachment 

At what could have been

If I had stood

Beside her 

At that wheel

But my old love sailed

Away

Merrily

In a cherry red Schooner

With standard bearers

Of bright blue and gold

Bringing cold

To my tired heart

Which had grown

Weary and old

So as these sad years 

Pass

If I'm asked 

Have you known love

I just reply 

Once 

So long ago

But now it's sailed back

Into The Dark Lands 

Of The Untold

(C)

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The Dream Queen

Remember me

In the low hours

When you are weak 

And have lowered

Your powerful barriers

Remember me

As that tsunami of furious fire

That once reenergized you

In those dark years

When you were alone 

And tired

Remember me

By looking at my picture

The one I sent you

As my holy scripture

Remember me when you are old 

Standing brightly as the early morning sun 

Even though your memories are getting cold

And fading away

As the hours and seconds

Run

Remember me

So I may stay

To give you comfort

Until you too are recalled

To float away

Someday

Remember me

My love 

So I can come to you

To swim

Reunited

In the Holy Sea

Remember me

As your true spiritual devotion

Who you never met in physical flesh

But one

Who wrote down 

In his pre-life road map

With his spirit guide

In another

Far away nation

I want to meet someone so extraordinary 

Someone worldwide

Who will show me such poetic wonders 

Before I once more walk 

In the heavenly tides

Of the Holy Sea

And then I met you

Mesmerised 

By all

I could see

So that's why I pray

Each and every night

So you'll remember me

As I wait here

Walking barefoot and alone

In the swirling tides

Of The Holy Sea

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 

The Angel of Fatima

 (A lone voice whispers.)

Sometimes

In sight of such mindless violence

In this deep silence

I kneel to pray

In these grey shadows

That peace will

Prevail 

One day

In your world

That mountain tops 

Worldwide

Will joyously sing with unconstrained laughter

And in defiance

As we 

The Watchers

Angels

From the Great Hereafter 

Smile

As our Silver Towers 

In Heaven

Hum with a sweet medley 

Of 

Praise Be

Praise Be

For

Sinners below

Will be baptised

In a new sea of Galilee

By a reborn John the Baptist

To be winners

To find true love 

Walking freely

 

Now 

In opened forests

Pleading to be plundered

Daydreaming souls

Will no longer need to wander

In frantic visions

Alone

Since purification, not self scarification

Will lead them to divine wonders 

To block their pyramids of pain

With 

Hope's capstone

Will you 

Call to me

When the moon's

High

Past the trees

Hiding the skies

When the Eclipse 

Comes

For I can see and sense you 

Need that feeling

A loud drumbeat of need

That screams

Pleading

So

Will you open those tired arms

And let me in

So I may with sunlit kisses

Swim in all your inner vestibules

Sanctify all you know

As we dance as one

To a new song

Announced by life-changing fast-moving octaves

As a glorious world 

Is built upon the many graves of

The secret slaves

Of an old empire 

Of such depravity and corruptible sin

With their rich leaders 

Just the seen knaves

Controlled by hidden hands

Of those

Our prayers

Can never save

©

Copyright John Duffy

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A soft voice sings

 (A lone voice calling herself, Faith, sings.) 

Let me purify old memories 

To be purged

For I alone 

Own all sacred keys

To embrace all vulnerabilities 

So you can be reborn 

With new responsibilities 

A whole new identity to be earned

To set you free

So you can be

The best 

For all to see 

As your new life runs 

To go so far

No more prisoner to tears 

To treasure the deep divine 

No longer to worship sin

No longer to taste more tears

Just let me be there

When you want me 

To hear you call 

Before you fall

Love infused with honesty 

Merged with trust and loyalty

For all the watching world to see

For we are friends 

Till the very end

Whatever this sad world 

Dares to bring

Just let me in

To be the reason

As your heart prays for something

Whatever the year 

Or season

For I'm that one thing 

That has saved 

Endless queens or kings 

And countless broken 

And destitute

The many the rich 

Love to prosecute

Who I listen to 

Even more 

Wherever they sing

Will you let me 

Purify old memories 

That need to be purged

For I alone 

Own all sacred keys

Just pray 

To call for me 

For my name is Faith 

And I'll appear 

To follow 

To help you break 

Those chains 

To set your soul free

©

Copyright John Duffy

My Life's Nurse

 

(A lone voice whispers in the dark) 

Her gentle graceful touches are so beautiful and incredibly captivatingly 

Soothing  

They seem to play a delightful melody 

To vanquish all my mortal fears  

Like the rarest of heavenly sunsets 

That emerges with a twinkling smile 

In the midst of pink and red frontiers  

When time itself 

Appears to stop flexing and moving  

Swirling like a god-like deity 

In a newly lit sky  

She is the quintessence of glamour 

In a night-time high society ball  

Filled with dancing masked courting fireflies

Who watches her every fluid movement 

In jaw-dropping awe  

When they pause to rest on one of my beautifully 

Wallpapered walls  

A rare evening 

Serenading the gathering of a few enamoured spirits  

Where honoured souls 

Gather in their best dresses 

And bespoke suits to readily confess  

Her delicate hands 

Move like Mother Moon 

Gently over my trembling horizons  

Whispering my secret name 

And claiming me as her domain  

For we are now consummate lovers 

And no longer just worldly friends  

A bright new world is always breathed into light a

And lost in delicious touches 

In that spectacular twilight  

For under the gaze of my devotion  

I can only reflect her love in my hazel-coloured lens  

The darkness surrounding us 

Like an old friend

Sings a lasting symphony 

Of happiness and lingers in the celestial 

As angels watch and smile  

No man-made treaties 

Or paper laws 

Can separate us  

For now, our passions in the midnight sun  

Soon will wildly run  

We'll never lose this particular twilight 

And these baptised rays will never lose their red and pink hue  

For when we first met  

I'll always remember 

That I willingly sunk knee-deep 

Into your green and blue  

For in that magical transference of spiritual energy  

I knew in that metaphysical moment 

Why God had sent me and it's why now  

I'll always belong to just you.

(C)

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A lover's dream

 A voice whispers in the dark at 3 a.m.

I'll never kneel to pray no more because I won't idolise 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's, transformational 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, and in all my hidden tributaries, swim? 

Maybe, but I reckon we'll never know.

So I'll let go of my 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 love of any kind is never low key.........

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Lord Of Words Monologue

Let me entice your five senses and maybe your sixth.

Discover my soul through new worlds of words, and I'm yours evermore.

Never to be eclipsed.

Let me bind you to me forever, with my lashings of hypersexual dark energy.

As your restless soul salivates, whilst in submissive anticipation.

Weeps.

Let your virgin mind hear my imagined strong voice, as it, your inner mind listens to as it relates.

Captivated to be mine above life's many random noises.

As it to you seductively speaks whenever you feel weak.

Let me devour your ravenous eyes.

With chaotic unconditional, excitement and engagement.

As your higher self suddenly wakes, from its repetitious, mundane sleep.

Let me take you waist-deep.

 Into fast-flowing new apocalyptic wet, ominous waters.

Of unexplored feral territories.

And let my incredible fingertips trace pagan inseparable portraits, of intimate unions.

Of unforgettable characters and illustrious scenes.

Across your succulent exposed emotional minds, so very soft spine.

And we both watch as they cry out in a silent crescendo of joy.

At their new meetings of the dark thoughts of a once abandoned reunion. Like a young girl meeting a new boy.

Give me all those deep interwoven vestibules filled with such intense thoughts.

You restrain.

Perhaps imprisoned under forced authoritarian, locks and keys.

Forever hidden and confined.

For any of my written or spoken words, can bring such provocative mesmerising courage.

Just anticipating an independent, and liberated mind.

Willingly to forfeit everything they once knew, to be eventually renewed.

Let me show you how to use your imagination to explore unique verbs.

Linked to delicious new sentences, I pray you'll willingly embrace.

As they are worshipped and devoured, whenever they are encountered when new eyes they grace.

Let me help you blow down that sorrowful house of cards.

You may be once built and kept under strict lock and key.

That no one can see.

Let's hold hands in a glorious reunion, and let our sweet fingertips run truly wild.

Across your ripe undulating succulent emotions, as they are dominated through new experiences and mounted.

Leaving that old child behind.

Learn to love and embrace the understanding of exquisite knowledge.

Linked to learning all about all my new sentences and verbs.

For when you ask the unseen kingdom for something new, to be used as a means to counsel.

You must first kneel and embrace your new life of servitude to show your gratitude.

For worshipping my twenty-six letters that will bind you, forever in bondage isn't so simple? 

When you become just another willing servant of mine, who now knows how to express their emotions.

Will you use them to be gracious, or just to express the ones replenished by rage? 

What says you? 

Are you ready to start writing on your new page! 

Copyright John Duffy

The Sonnet of the Lone Guardian Angel

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Some walk alone

seeking salvation

Others in groups seeking redemption

Through a silent breath, they all sing the same songs

A convergence of emotions to redo old wrongs

A joining of minds to continue the journeys

Emancipation has always been the lone cries

Voices echoing in the darkest of nights

We hear you and you are never alone

We see you

We are always by your side

This life has never been just a one-person ride

We are always with you in those lonely dark nights

An invisible hand to hold just hidden from sight

Keep your faith in yourself and whatever may be

The sun will shine 

Just you wait and see

I was bestowed at birth 

To only you

By your Almighty old friend

To help you in all that you contend

In all that you do

I am a secret friend who nobody sees

To inspire all that is deep awaiting release

I visit nightly when you are asleep

When the world is quiet and you no longer weep

I walk in your deep dreams and we link arms and converse

We speak in all languages where nothing is terse

So if you have a glorious dream

If you wake up and still feel emotions and empowerment from a person unseen

It's simply me

Your guardian angel in life's twisted labyrinthine

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Mon Ami

 (A lone voice whispers.)

In 82

With the Wolf Star of Sheba

By my side

Watching

I can remember 

Screaming to the star-filled heavens

Praise the Lord

My Love life is no longer aching 

But Fate

Cold and heartbreaking 

Awakened

And stepped in

In 88

Smiling in all her glory

Causing my new world

To start shaking 

Wearing her coat of

Multicoloured peacock feathers

Of decision making 

She broke my holy stone tablet

My life story

In two

With a snap

Of her weathered fingers

Sending me

To linger

In the Wetlands of Ash and Grey

A cold place

Where I now live

And call home 

Night and day

The last night 

I remember

Before you passed

Causing my Love T.K.O.

Like a song by Teddy Pendergrass

I saw you lying sleeping

In our new marital bed

Calling out my name

As darkness entered

Slowly creeping

I held your cold hands

Kissed your lukewarm lips

To quell the soft sounds

Of your soul breathing

Whilst weeping

Then a rare peacock feather 

Suddenly appeared 

Breaking that tranquil moment

As the skies watched

Now starless

Causing me

To quiver

In the stillness

Of that old hospice

Your eyes

Fluttered open

Held mine 

For a brief moment

And whispered

Remember me

Mon Ami 

Then our soul-connecting candle

Flickered and died

As you finally 

Closed your blue eyes

And as you leapt

free

To go to the Great In-Between

I cried

And now in 2023

All alone

Living like 

Robinson Crusoe

By the surging blue sea

I always wonder

Before I too

Go under

Do you remember me

Your only true 

Mon Ami

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

(Mon ami - My friend.)

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Memories of Mary Jane

(A lone voice whispers.)

In the twilight hours

Just when the grey clouds

Break and the slow moon rises

Silently announcing it's getting too late

I still always wake to remember that auburn hair girl

I once used to date

Her bright green eyes  

And twinkling wide smile

All things  

Young boys dream of  

And for them

To go that extra mile

But like all things that came to pass

Our love withered the night her beloved Pa died

I tried to hold her hands  

To console her

Prayed God would wipe away all those wet tears she cried

But that new hole in her arm

Which soon swallowed up

All our hard worked for gold

Always left me feeling lonely and cold

It all ended that fateful night

On June the first  

When the rains fell

And life was a constant fight and everything seemed on top

Filled with thirst

With my wallet and her purse empty

She got that feeling 

To go a stealing

Only to get shot dead by the cops

I can still see her now even after all these sad passing years

Now I'm old and grey  

Sat in this nursing home

Feeling all alone and filled with so many dry tears

I guess those memories of my youth will still linger and will never stop

It's quite crazy now that I'm on morphine to ease the pain

Those images of her standing in the kitchen

With those beautiful green eyes and wide beaming smile

Cooking and singing 

Some Motown tune

While outside it rained

Still play around the cinemas

In my brain

As I even now 

At seventy-five  

Remember  

Echoes of my first and last love

My beloved wife and lifelong addiction  

Called Mary Jane

My love for you  

Wherever you are

Until we are once more  

Reunited

Will always remain

If you can hear this

Just know I still treasure those memories of us

The one's where you were free and truly alive

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Freedom Road

 (A lone voice whispers.)

Press play before reading. 

Salute. 

As my cards turn

As this old world burns

I know not

Where I'll go

Down Freedom Road

As this lone white candle

Blows

Know not

Where

All those sweet things

We once shared

But 

I'm not afraid

Of the pain

Not afraid of 

Walking barefoot in its rain

Cos

I run to the Lord

Now my work

Is done

Run

To sit under 

The Eternal Sun

And wait to see

The Almighty

And the Holy Son

So as these cards turn 

As this old world burns

I know not

Where I'll go

Down Freedom Road

As this lone candle

Blows

Know not

Where

All those sweet things

We once shared

But 

I'm not afraid

Anymore

Of any pain

Not afraid 

To walk barefoot

In its rain

Cos

I run to the Lord

Now my work

Is done

Run

To sit under 

The Eternal Sun

And walk 

Its green meadows

 

While I wait to see

The Almighty

And the Holy Son

As this lone candle

Blows

While I still 

Run

(C)

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Apathy or Glory

 

When the hidden Principalities 

Cast spells

To draw you into 

Their version of hell

When the hidden Principalities

Try to confuse and use you

As your names

Are discussed 

In their lands of Kus

Will you fall

Deflowered

Without a fuss

Or rise up

Empowered

From the dust

To never be devoured

Unlike all the world's many political cowards

But endeavour for peace and justice

Tranquillity and bliss

Freedom and the ability to address

Whatever you choose to profess

I can only pray you choose to rise

For the soul of the Ancestral Mother

Cries

Her world is on the brink

And all could end within a nuclear blink

On any given sunrise

So

Do you pray for hope

To find a way

Or will you

Warm and fed

Stay seated on the fence 

Until they come for you

To join their dark ranks

Of The Dead

(C)

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A message from the Omniverse

 

(A lone voice whispers)

As written in the Greatest Old Book in here

Only found by the select few but I Melak

Will share a few lines from memory just for you 

May the Great Light of Illumination shine and reach all

By reading this 

Who needs it

May it be summoned through these written words 

And reach deep into any weary heart 

To help them find the strength and tenacity to never quit

To lift them up to new self-fulfilling heights 

Away from the many charlatans

Deceivers and Gossips who may surround them

Day or Night 

Blind people with deep pockets filled with unwanted deposits

Who suddenly appear with a burst of thunder

Like a green-eyed Colossus 

To try to muddy the Lord's clear waters

But fear not

They will be cast asunder

For such is the power of the Lord

Be strong 

Not proud

Be kind 

Not mean 

Be the real you

A human being you would like to converse and share stories with

It's how you'll build that bridge you so need to find true happiness

Before all hope disappears

And the Dark Gatekeepers and Toll Bearers to depression

Appear

So now say after me

Oh Great Lord

Provide me and my family

With your Divine protection

And watch and guide our hopes and desires 

With holy direction

Be the gatekeeper to discourage 

Dismay and rejection

Without delay

And protect us from the enemy

Who comes calling 

From the Grey Field 

Of Low Density

Offering gifts

Of such devilish ecstasy

Amen

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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If Covid Media was a Senryu

If Covid Media was a Senryu

(A lone voice whispers)

Citizens line up 

(5)

Like spellbound blind cash cows 

(7)

Follow our orders

(5)

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.

Excess death figures recently released are truly tragic. 

The link to vaccines is undeniable. 

But how can medical practitioners, doctors, nurses, etc. 

Keep administering them with a clear conscious, despite the huge data relating to life-changing injuries, and sudden death. 

Answer. 

Radix malorum est cupiditas

The root of evil is greed

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Greed is the root of Evil

  

With vacant empty stares and desolate soul crushing goals

They who love to stand on podiums to talk and preach

Those who'd like to paint the globe in anxious red paint 

Creating drum beats of suspicion to all within their reach

And then instruct mandates

And instructions

That could make a sane man faint 

Pretending they aren't tainted 

Corrupt or even classed as crazy 

But in reality

The masses now wilfully mesmerised and gleefully enrolled

Are just restrained like prisoners in orange jumpsuits

By those they've put in control

Because of this and their devoted followers  

Who through social media 

Feel they can openly criticise 

Whilst on patrol

 

This continuous talk of death and fear 

The threat of shedding so many unfortunate tears

Makes them listen to those issuing instructions even more

But beyond the limitations of all that seemingly hypnotising 

Fear

There is still hope

 

Hope in the divine knowledge 

Of a new freedom

Once we go outside their strict walls and rigid ramblings

Breaking free from their cleverly crafted paradigms 

Linked to isolation and confinement 

War and subjugation 

Trying to mentally imprison all those poor souls listening 

As they read from their new 

Dead Sea Scrolls 

We can each still create a new kingdom of our own

By keeping our faith and looking between the lies

Whilst tearing up labels and testimonies from those corrupted dark trolls

Just following hidden instructions 

From the hidden ghouls 

Who are really in the know

Members of secret societies whose motto is simply  

Money and greed

What they do not know is 

"Radix Malorum Est Cupiditas" 

A Biblical quotation in Latin 
Which means "greed is the root of evil" 

Will be the mantra of the Devils Men when they come

And all they'll hear when their time is called 

And to 9th Circle 

Be driven by the hell hounds 

As they are recalled

Where they'll suffer into eternally

When their pitiful souls 

Over hot coals are hauled

Keep the faith
Better days are coming your way

Your life has never been just another commodity 

That can be easily bought and sold

If you never agree 
to put it up for sale

Copyright John Duffy

Musings as I watch the world spin in free-fall.

Whispers in the Night

There's a tale 

I have to tell

Now I'm dead

To her

And in

The City of Dis

Living in Hell

A love

Which once bloomed

Like a white rose

In every given room

Is now my grave

Inscribed with golden 

Letters 

Mortal Man

You are doomed

To lay restless

In your tomb

Love will no longer visit 

And you are now marked

To always

Miss it

So although

I'm alone

Now rotting in my 

Version of Hell

I'm glad

I got a chance to tell

How love once got me

Under its spell

Then smiled

As I fell through the 

Endless depths and old

Portals

Of its Dystopian Hell

With my soul 

Crying

As I entered

The New Genesis

Of being Immortal

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Angel

 Candles lit

In brazier pit

Music playing 

As offerings 

Lay 

Burning

Guardians in

The Great In-Between

Guard us

And our kin

From all unseen

Yellow lights

Bound

Around our homes

To guard against ghouls

From loosened tombs

We pray

For astral protection 

In all our rooms

As 

Candles lit

In brazier pits

Burn

With

Music playing 

As 

Sandalwood

Offerings

Used for devotional  

Angelic magic

Lay 

Burning

We call to you

For protection

As the

Great Wheel

Keeps turning 

Amen

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Song of Argento

Press play before reading. 

Salute.

With your last breath

Of the midnight hour

Will you hear 

The musical call

From my Bacchic 

Celebration towers 

Will you join my 

Unashamed company 

Going past

To a new world

Of neverending pleasures

That will forever last

Where sensuous music 

With wild voices

Will put your soul 

At risk

With its seductive noises

Make your Fate 

Close its ivory gates

Forever

No longer to lament

But to courageously 

Welcome me

In

To pitch my tent

With my powers of enchantment and pleasure 

As my kin

That will seem 

Heaven sent

To those that

Seek love

And intimate sin

A contradiction 

Of above and below

For I know

When all lascivious

Tensions must go

So shed your hubris and pomposity

As you 

To me

Are led

The Golden Goddess of all

Exiles

To a place

Where purple butterflies

Die

So

With your last breath

In this midnight hour

Will you hear 

The musical call

From my Bacchic 

Celebration towers 

With this poetic 

First Kiss

 

And join my 

Unashamed company 

Going

To new worlds

Of neverending pleasures

That will forever last

Where sensuous music 

Sung with wild voices

Will put your soul 

At risk

With its seductive noises

And make your Fate 

Close its own

Ivory gates

Forever

No longer to lament

But courageously

Welcome me

In

To pitch my tent

With powers of enchantment and pleasures

That will seem 

Heaven sent

A contradiction 

Of above and below

For I know

Where all your lascivious

Tensions can go 

So shed your hubris and pomposity

As you 

To me

Are led

The Golden Goddess 

Of all Exiles

Living in the 

Great In-Between

A place

Where purple butterflies

Die

As tattooed souls

Wallow and cry

Come to me

Come to me

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Darkness & Light

Darkness & Light

In these dark times 

Keep your faith

As

Some Antenoraians

In hidden

Silence

Gather to

Pray for violence

In uneven lines

With Caiphas

The dark priest

In the Lost City of Dis

In The Far East

For the world

To taste

A Malebolge sour kiss

The Sowers of Scandal 

As their many 

Followers

Of the Three-Headed Beast

Soon to be

Living by The Great Lake of Cocytus

The gateway to a soulless Judecca

The dark wells of fire and ice

To be with their God

Who pays with cursed gold

In the form of all you desire

Only to entrap those into sin

To burn in the eternal fire

As the Great Battle

Continues 

Into eternity

As angels

Of Light

Led by Archangel Michael   

Slowly 

Win

In long nights

Keep your faith

As the Darkness

Crusades

Will soon

Fade

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Ode to Inferno

Poem by Dante Alighieri. 

Memories

 

Love

Doesn't greave

Even if it ends

In tears

As one leaves

Love

Doesn't greave

For once

Willingly

Received

It just hides

To come out at dusk

Called to play by

Our emotions

Voices and memories

Of ones

We once loved

With trust

So you see

Love

Doesn't greave

 

That's why 

Like a rare diamond

My memories of you

Will never turn to dust

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Whispers

 Mesmerised

As my generational powers

Show me you

In vivid lucid dreams

Not where

You've been

Or things you've seen

But you

Alas now absent

And as I lie down lonely

And broken

 

In here

Thinking of your absence

In The Great In-Between

No longer to lay 

Speak with 

Or hold thee

In my gifted dreams 

When I see thee

I know my candle still burns 

Somewhere

In you 

As it burns

Within me

As I move around 

For what powerful thing can ever be found 

To burn you alive

What thing

That has it's own sound and ministry

Than a deep dream

Of a spiritual bond 

Beyond 

Infinity

Or the shelf life of uranium-235

That thrives

As it slips into high gears

In The Great In-Between

And makes your soul

Vibrate in familiar frequencies

Ending in a heart-stopping crescendo

As your emotional tears

Enters

Hyperdrive

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Are you awake yet? The Lockdown Years.

The last few years were so interesting.

Mandates after mandates.

Restrictions and dancing medical staff.

Companies providing poor corrupt services at a great cost.

Title:

Are you awake yet? The Lockdown Years. 

(A lone voice whispers)

Is it nearly past the first week of October in 2023

And have all those invisible tears

 Linked to emotional streams

Started falling again

Overwhelming you

 

Are you relieved from leaving 

All those sad covid days 

Gone past 

That seemed to forever 

Linger and last 

Like an unwanted preacher

Who's a religious outcast 

Is it mysteriously silent 

Before the Wild Hunt begins 

And do the freeways 

Beneath your shadowy bedroom window sills 

Chime with the sounds 

Of the hounds of the Baskervilles

Roaming the metaphorical Berkshire foothills

Crying aloud 

Sending out echoes 

Of a sense of impending doom 

Subjugating that very small bedroom 

Does the scent of a new escape 

From that old oblivion of 2022

Haunt and follow you

Like a ghoul 

Covered in pagan impressions

Magical Symbols of The Great Work 

Only known about through 

Absolution and confession 

Old feelings of Hell 

Been dissolved by all your five senses 

In each second 

As they fight for their own liberating rights 

Of succession 

Rounding up calls for a new rebirth 

Invoked in prayers 

Sent up to Heaven 

Do you still dream of enjoying your old freedoms

Which are now deemed by those sitting up high in society 

As forbidden

A sacred place 

Where those wild untameable horses 

Of your innermost obsessions and yearnings 

Can be openly ridden

Into a new ever-expanding kingdom 

As you pray for divine salvation 

And a new altar to build upon

What says you

Will you sit back and blindly 

Capitulate

Or open your eyes

To see corruption and lies

To march 

Fight back against oppression and dictatorship

And retaliate

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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