A poem that reads down and then up.
A recent piece inspired my curiosity.
Salute.
Title:
As Above
So Below
You
Remastering
Through
Rhymes
words and
Poetry
Remember
You
So
Smile
Spiritually!
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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Astral Dreams
(A lone voice whispers)
Lost in the Ballard of Reading
In the Darkness
With the narrating
Well dressed
Lord Byron
I found a distressed Carol Ann Duffy
Wandering
Lonely
In the Dark
And in that Dark Forest
As we held hands
For safety
As we wandered
In that strange astral park
We found a candlelit clearing
And watched a
Edward Thomas
Dressed in blue
Propose to the stunning Gretel
Dressed in white
Ivory
As we hid
Hiding
In the Darkness
Watching that surreal scene
Like a candlelit priory
Like how
The marriage was overlooked
By the beautiful smiling
Louise Glück
In that deep gulf
With The Vampire called Conrad Aiken
Who many had tried
To put a stake in
Dressed in red and black
And The Raven
Edgar Allan Poe
And as my favourite dream faded
Before I could see Thomas and Gretel
Conjugated
As time flowed
I came to be lost
Suspended and swept up
In a Storm of Fear
Conjured up by the alchemist and magician
Robert Frost
Only to find my way home
Walking the rose petalled pathway
Only the broken can find
The one called Elkind
Etched and inscribed
In the heartbroken blind
Recesses of the mind
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Do you remember a kiss that still haunts you to this very day, in moments of quiet introspection?
Title:
Scrying Mirror Dreams
(A lone voice whispers)
I can subliminally feel
All those sad fears
Rhythmically
Swirling like sharpened kitchen knives
Within all my world old choices
Which still 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
Surrounded by your favourite red roses
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
Through 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 once started
This inexplicable thing
This molten fire that still burns
Like it's taboo
Since we parted
Reaches so deep
Inside
I just can't sleep
Can't work
Can't recall
How many times
I've cried
Brokenhearted
For I remember
Those sweet salad days
Before our love
Died
And as we parted our ways
I always remember
Walking on the beach
With the girl 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 around
In familiar round circles
And looking into
This purple haze
The very mouth of this black abyss
I see
Before me
Looking at the mistakes
We once made
In my obsidian scrying mirror
As our tarot cards
Were first laid
When we 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 story
Lives beyond
The seas of that black abyss
Forever
Spinning
In perpetual glory
In my old memories
Of our
First poetic kiss
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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Press play.
(A lone voice whispers)
Into the Mythical UnderMouth
Known as The Dark Abyss
I went
Swirling like a lost Autumn leaf
In strange winds
Heaven sent
Merging like a well-drilled soldier
Into the fine lines
Of the Universe’s timeless dust
I travelled up high
Into the higher kingdoms of The Astral Realms
To mysterious crossroads of The Undreamt
Then to unvisited corners never seen before by others
Into another dimension of Time and Space
Colliding into other faceless atoms
Of golden rusty dust
Where one whispered
She would be my mother
In another life
She would nurture and get me ready for my future wife
Then that special atom flowed on
Farther still I travelled
Crashing still into other atoms as they
Came along
Some confessed they would be my father
Sisters and brothers
But what pinned me and held me transfixed the most
Was that golden moment
Lost among that purple and hue
When a shimmering colourful cloud whispered
Before it too passed by
Like an unearthly ghost
I will be sent forward
Just for you
Forever to be your only true lover
My name is irrelevant for we will be reunited
Over the aeons
Again and again
For we are translucent beings of immortality
And in that moment of magical clarity
I knew I had found all the answers
To all my questions as she too drifted by
Flickering like a wind-blown flame
Towards a glowing light, I could not name
We are but pawns in the Greatest of all Games
But given a supreme supporting cast
Which acts as our deposit or bond
To help love and guide us
Whilst alive
And running around in its many diverse classes
For as long as the Greatest of all Games
Lasts
And then into
The Great Beyond
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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Whispers from The Dominions
By the occult powers of
The Sacred Circle and
Meta-Square
Brimming Fire
Swimming Sea and precious
Stone
I
The manifestation of Heavens
Sacred Magic
Now rightly
Appear
Sent with shining spear
To knight those
Who need help
To atone
To return
Home
If their souls are splintered
To the bone
Now in this moment
Send blessings
Before God calls them to The Great Harvest
For soon is the time of The Resurrectlon
Of the world's greatest ever party
Be it in this your
Recalling
In
Spring
Summer
Autumn
Or your lifes
Winter
The theme
To save you
And all the world's
Low level
Sinners
(C)
John Duffy
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In this modern world of up tempo, boom boom music, does slow dancing, even exist anymore?
Can you remember your first slow dance?
Here's a made up piece to ponder on.
Salute.
Title:
Memories of The Sixties
(A lone voice whispers)
Like a soft tender whisper
I still miss her
My first true love
As I remember
That unforgettable
Christmas
When she unlocked my virgin heart
With her red key
When we slow danced
Like old lovers
To
Two Can Have A Party ·
By Tammi Terrell
In good old
MacVicker's
And I plucked up the courage
And kissed her
My old love
Lucy Fischer
The poetess
Who made your heart beat quicker
And your soul flame
Flicker
My only sweet Peruvian
valley
And sacred temple
I once slow danced with
To
Two Can Have A Party ·
By Tammi Terrell
(C)
Copyright
John Duffy
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(A lone voice whispers)
Do you write
For freedom
From boredom
Or even sympathy
Simply to defeat
Apathy
People who experience traumatic events may sometimes develop apathy syndrome.
(indifference and emotional detachment)
As a means to further protect themselves mentally and prevent further distress.
This is normally present in survivors of tragedies.
And it can be part of post-traumatic stress disorder.
Caused by emotions hard press.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
As the Great Wheel Slowly turns
Be careful who you try to
Burn
For love
Business
Wealth
Or jealously
For in the end
Those who behave
So contemptuously
Will never know
The true power
Of kindness
Embedded
In their self-identity
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
