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From Google Plus to here, I've met some wonderful souls.

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Aria the Druidess

 (A lone voice whispers)

Write your words like mesmerising spells

Like

California yellow bells

To bewitch hungry

Eyes that see

Using your incredible 

Vocabulary 

By all means

And the four types of comprehension

Literal

Interpretive

Critical

And creative

To conjure

Themes

And memes

From the fourth dimension 

To enrich jaded eyes 

To stimulate weary senses

Send forth your unique voice

Via your prose

To grace unconsciously moving wet lips

With a sweet scent

Of your inner

Red rose 

That tempts them

To read on

In their moments of stillness

And you'll realize your love of poetry

May be the missing link 

That completes them

Like the three wise men

Who once saw 

The shining

Star of Bethlehem 

(C)

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The Voice of Solomon

 The Voice of Solomon 

(A lone voice whispers)

Did you know

Something's last through all weathers

In a place

Hidden beyond a star-bridge

Crossed only by souls who choose to step into a mythical endless river called 

The Great Confluent

To merge forever

Spinning between worlds

When their Great Wheel

No longer turns 

For all things are formed

Linked by a golden cosmic thread 

Stemming from Annwn 

The First World

To here

Abred 

Your World

Then to Gwynvid 

The Higher World

And then finally swallowed into Ceugant 

The Black Hole 

The Forever Land of Dreams

For Ceugant

The Forever Land of Dreams

Like a black hole

Must absorb the ebb and flow

Of all names

And creatures 

Filled up with hopes and desire

Lit up by millions of flames By midnight or midday lanterns 

As they steer their own wheel

Through the dark blue waters

Of all things that must feel

From Annwn 

The First World

The land of spirits and long night

Where they choose 

Who or what they'll love to be

The journey 

A roadmap of growth

Of darkness and light

Through love 

Pain and with a flame lit up by a fire

Summoned

And sealed by a Hippocratic oath

To here

Abred

Your

Now

Reborn on Earth

To try to find beauty

In all they see

Before they expire

And are freed from all forms of

Semantic Encoding

Pure as snow

They're born

Trying to walk clean through the dirt and hurt 

Of what they asked for in

Annwn 

The First World

Then to Gwynvid 

The Higher World

To be judged 

In Argentum

The Silver Mirror

On how they steered

Their Great Wheel in Abred

Your now

By The Great Mother in Ceugant

The goddess and link 

Of all souls in her primordial sink

The Great In-Between 

Where all life returns

To kneel and be judged 

In Argentum

The Silver Mirror

When their name

Lit up

By a single flame

Summoned and sealed by a whispered 

Hippocratic oath

No longer burns 

And their time steering their Great Wheel 

On Abred

No longer turns

How do you think you'll fare when looking into 

Argentum

The Silver Mirror

Before the Great Mother in Ceugant

Will you pray to return to Annwn

To plan a new roadmap

And be one of Abred's

Many students

Or will you accept your fate and step in the mythical river called 

The Great Confluent

And merge into something

That lasts through all weathers

Spinning forever like a comic weathervane

In a place

Hidden beyond a star-bridge

Where there is no more pain?

(C)

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Confluent:

Flowing or coming together.

Have you felt this?

 

Conversations with the Shadow People

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Conception

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Conception

I still dream of the beautiful woman 

Who first introduced me to sin

Still feel her soft red fingernails

On my hard skin

Still taste her red lipstick 

As I became a king

And walked like Adam

Naked

In my own Garden of Eden

As I remember the noises

Of the early morning Blackbirds

Who loved to sing

When I became of age

And walked reborn

Into a man's skin

(C)

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Are you one of the Broken Hearted?

 

Does this resonate?

 

Will you join my Children of The Lang Nag?

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Will you join my Children of The Lang Nag?

(A lone voice whispers)

Will you follow me blindly 

Into the very dark

Labyrinths of The Eternal Mind

To sneak past the Monarch of Future Past

Mankind 

And all things that last

My lonesome child

My divine one

Will you call to me

And whisper

If you're lonely 

Seeking fun

For you've always 

Known me

Veni ad me

(Come to me)

Veni ad me

(Come to me)

 Accipe me

(Take me)

And on that day 

In every way 

I'll be the first and last thing you'll see

As you walk

Neck deep 

Into my ancient

radiant still deep waters

While Mother Moon smiles as you are consumed

To join my Children of The Lang Nag

(Long Night)

In one of my many side rooms

To dance round my pagan campfires 

As my rhythmic music and a symphony of voices surrounds and regale you

With wild stories 

Of The Mawk’akuna

(The Old Ones)

For time will die and expire like a hunter's doe

In my endless forest 

As your soul 

So hungry 

I'll nourish 

So will you summon me and whisper

Veni ad me

Veni ad me

Accipe me

And enter my Midsummer's Night's Dream

Where everything dances to a new tune

My tune 

In my mythical realms

Of The Great In-Between

(C)

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The Dance of The Lampyridae

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 The Dance of The Lampyridae

We once danced like the glowing Lampyridae

Bathing in the molten heat of a new fire

While walking hand in hand 

Down loves panoramic highways

Flames of belonging and such sensuous fire 

Lit and consumed our aura's

But when the winter of our love season arrived 

With the familiar sound of jingle bells

Announcing our Oak wedding anniversary 

On that particular sunrise 

On December the fifth

That mesmerising spell broke like the mythical Sword of Elendil

And my world 

Shattered

So blue is my new season watching the midnight Lampyridae dance 

In the silvery moonlight

Like a young Gene Kelly and Rita Hayworth

As we once did

While my life slowly drifts

South

After I lost you

My world and the only thing that once mattered

Wandering lost in my mind's so many labyrinths filled with our hieroglyphs

As I stand alone on 

Death's high cliff

When I remember that first beautiful night  

We met

When our souls were ordained in God's light

 (C)

Copyright John Duffy

(Lampyridae: Firefly)

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The Oneironaut

A person who explores dream worlds, usually associated with lucid dreams?

Do you lucid dream?

(A lone voice whispers)

Through the blue portal of slumber

Into the Abyss of Dreams

I've wondered 

To live in one of my other lives without number

To see strange people

Hear new music

And all things as they come into sight

I've seen angels and demons

Felt love a light

Prayed for daybreak as darkness shrieked 

Into the long night

Walked in knee high rivers of madness 

Watched grey skies filled with rolling purple clouds of sadness

Rain on empty cities 

Below

I've flown

High up into the skies

Seen people once dead

Smile 

As when I last saw them

When to life

They were wed

With its illuminated flame

Seen the Dark Schism 

Where the darkness hides and rolls its dice 

As it takes aim

At the profane 

Unfathomable things with no name

Sat with lines of people

And talked into the night about the need for spirit cleansing

And to keep

Reinvention 

As your souls only goal and transformation 

Heard whispers and cries

Rise

Like thunder 

In lightning filled skies

Ran through wild forest

Chased by Sisters of the Grove

For they knew I lived

So left their Cove

Found love in the arms of a lady I once knew

But now cut through

Like dead branches 

It's a place I adore

When I appear

And always pray to go to

I've drunk deep from Pandora's fountain 

Tasted raw pain 

As I stood in gigantic mountains in never-ending rain

Walked with Kings

Princes 

Queens and normal folk

Been a leader

And the class fool

The village joke

And when morning calls

As I'm summoned to walk

The smoke filled tapestried 

halls

Of Morpheus the Greek

Who watches

Hanging like a painting on the yellow and alabaster walls

I try to recall all I've seen

While visiting 

The Great In-Between

The sounds

The people

Walking its grounds

Then I remember 

In 24 hours

I return again

To the smoke filled Vista

Filled with people and things that may have once lived

Or existed 

And step back through the veil of the Blue Portal

To once more live again

24 hours 

Of being mortal

(C)

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Memories of Lucy Mountbatten

(A lone voice whispers)

From Heavens thunderbolt

Igniting my eyes alight

Like the burning nebulous envelope 

Around the nucleus of Halley's Comet 

That night

In 85

When I finally came alive

And opened my eyes

Thinking

What strange powers unseen 

Did the Olde Gods use to create her 

To walk

Unashamed 

In the midst of mortal man

With a sweet volcano 

Of such raging seductive fire

That never tires

Elevated to new heights of sensuality by a delicate touch of divinity 

Which exists within all her fingertips

With such power 

With a softness to beguile

If you allow her 

To touch you 

With such supernatural style 

I still remember her alluring eyes of honeydew 

So deep 

Spelunker's would weep

Skin and lips

So soft

Descartes

Would confuse

Science with maths

Towpaths and footpaths

Must have filled Heavens chorus lines

With angels to watch

When his new creation stepped out of the endless evolutionary lines

And into the presence of The Great Divine

My tears still fall like black rocks into a bottomless lake 

Leaving me stagnant 

In it's grey wake

When I look back

And reminisce 

About our last kiss

For my Queen

Lucy Mountbatten

Still lives within me

With profound passion 

For even though she was took out by the assassin

Sent by King Samhain

Our sweet love will never go out of fashion 

(C)

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The Dominions

 

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The Dominions

(A lone voice whispers)

Weeping

Angels like us

The Dominions

Watching and praying

In the ethereal dust

As mankind sins

Open up our feathered wings

To offer hope to those

Who hears 

these lines

Our presence brings

As we sing

We offer hope and eternal glory 

        

To those 

Who want to rewrite

Their life story 

To just helping the broken heal 

As we stand

Just hidden 

From your vision

Concealed 

(C)

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The Pact

 

Babylon Dreams

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Foundation of the piece.

A lonely soul dreams of the past while looking in the mirrors of introspection.

Do you sometimes reflect on what has come and been lost, in those priceless quiet moments?

I wrote this today and slightly altered it. If you have already read it.

Salute.

Title:

Babylon Dreams 

The lone poet alone 

And old

Like a white feather

Blowing in all weathers 

From the deep Spring of emotions

To the Summer-land of devotion

Briefly landing with Autumn leaves before shattering into a millions verbs

In the Winters deep

freeze

Always remembers

Each and every December 

Before the snow 

The Greatest of all Picture Shows

When she was young 

Wild with her own truth and reason

Racing through all seasons

Urged on by

Poetic music

Aplenty

Shared with first love when she was twenty

But now always cold

She prays she remembers

How she once smiled

She looks in the mirror

Seeing how age has taken her smile away 

How life has banished her Garden of Eden filled with such things 

She remembers

Every day 

Puck lost in

Midsummer Night Dreams

King Solomon

Huckleberry Fin

Oberon

Bluebeard 

And so many 

Memorable things

She prays to the High Lords of The Faery

To rescind old age

Which has made her wary

To step into a new Babylon 

Of stories and poetry

Of muses

Confusion

Mystics and heretics

To climb hedges and ditches

Dance with angels and witches

Count gold with dwarves and elves

As they show themselves

But like every other night

With the hanging moon in sight

She knows that old magic is nearly gone

But still she dreams

 

Dreams with an indomitable heart

To wander lost

Like a lone ghost

In her new vision of Babylon 

 

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Are you judgemental?

 

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Did you know

 

Are you a slave to the invisible system?

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Hey you 

Are you a slave to the invisible system

Just another unknowing

Victim 

Who works 8 to live 4

48 hours to enjoy twenty four

Sleep five before you go out the door

To a thirty minute meal

And think it's a steal 

For two weeks in the hot sun

Is that

My silent viewer

How in this lifetime 

You run

Dreaming to work

Until you retire

Then too old 

To do all the things

You once dreamed of

Or desired

Let this poem ignite your inner fire

Break the chains of invisible indentured slavery

Find a new way

To live your life free

With bravery

Give the invisible system

A smile

And learn to play dirty

Holiday more

Dream bigger

Open a door to love

Create music

Write a book or even a piece of poetry 

So live a real life 

Use it

For one day

You'll be too sick

To take risks

Just old and tired

Filled with dreams and desires

Waiting for

Old Nick 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Egyptian Dreams

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Dare you read the Binding Spell?

 

Remiel. The Angel of Hope.

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אשלם

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Every night

Before I dream

I silently command my

Spirit Guides and Guardian Angels

With a silent אשלם

(I surrender)

To take me beyond the

Black Darkness

I always see

As I close my deep brown eyes

To use their invisible hands

To tear away the dark rim

Before my ever watchful

Twin pyres

To show me

The real mysteries 

People and places

What lies truly beyond

For me

To venture into newer

Undiscovered lands

To see

The bright lights of the two suns

The quartet of multicoloured rainbows.

Illuminating a purple-hued sky

A place where no one

No longer dies

A paradise of ever swirling winds of a whispered profound love

Filled with scents of the sublime 

Perpetually

Emanating from a deep divine

Just always watching from

High up Above

A sanctuary lost forever

To many of the living

Within the forgiving reeds of time

For they lack the will to summon it so

A place to be reunited

With dear old family or friends

Who never made it to the end

To go and sit beside the ever-flowing

Holy River

And then

Watch through a silver

Scrying Mirror

As the real world

Slowly disappears

To walk through luscious

Green grass to the

Eternal City

To embrace a new realm

Free from fears

Or pity

This I beseech the Silent Dark

Before once again I am lost

For a few hours

As I reluctantly board

Morpheus's Dark Ark

Of Dreams

Filled with other

Summoners of אשלם

To then step silently into

Newly conjured

Worlds

Unseen

To travel once again

To see her

The girl of my dreams

Who always waits

For me

With crow like hair

Ruby red lips

And to die for eyes of such intense beauty

I just utter אשלם

In her presence 

By her white gatepost 

In the Great-Inbetween

(C)

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INPERFECTUS (L)

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(A lone voice whispers)

There's an unfinished part of me 

Hidden away deep

In my compartmental zone

That sees a broken heart

Whenever I dream

Sitting all alone

On her own

Over the blue oceans 

Now that we're are apart and each one of us 

Silently cries

Lost in a world wind of painful emotions 

As strange circumstances 

Dance in a swirling frenzy 

Mirroring The Red Death like in a crazy surreal scene 

From Shakespeare's Macbeth 

But to have known her love 

To have felt it

And dwelt somewhere deep inside her 

I feel truly blessed

So here's my only message to The Almighty 

My souls alpha and omega prayer

The next time around

Bring me closer to my true love 

Just somewhere 

So we can restart 

Hand in hand 

Together 

And no longer suffer

The internal agonies

Of twin broken hearts

So we can be bound together forever

In poetry and music 

Whatever the weather

As each other 

Is finally

In the flesh 

Found

This I call to the Lord

My Almighty 

For without her love

This hard life

Is so confusing 

At that's why I pray every night

Reminiscing about those beautiful days

When I first met her

All dressed in blue

In Caesars Palace

In 1980

When she stepped into my view 

As we queued

(C)

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A Stranger in a Strange Land

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A Stranger in a Strange Land

(A lone voice whispers)

I once walked like a yearning Robert A. Heinlein

A Stranger in a Strange Land 

Into drifting clouds of blue smoke

In The Dangerous Off-Limits Zone

In the deserted Lands of Kem

That would make any mortal die or choke

In search of deep prose

Clutching my grandfather's old pen 

Like a lone messenger from The Pulsars

Sent from so far 

To find inspiration

To write a transcript of humanities development and extraterrestrial intervention

Stories of the Hopi

That linked the Lemurians to The Dogon and The Atlanteans

And then I met you

Sigma 8

My first contact from The Secret Circle of Nine

The true queen of all things between us

A shining star

From the very stately

Proxima Centauri

A Starchild once spoken of in The Lost Chapters of Enoch

The Shadow Walker between the Lost Moons of all Solar Systems

The bright thunderbolt of unspoken Gods

Who always were

A universal force worshipped in all secret underground kingdoms

If only they knew

Then you stole the centre of my aura

My heavenly bestowed light

That wonderful night 

When you let me undress your body and soul

By taking off your sparkling diamond-encrusted tiara

So here I am again

Looking for you

My love 

In these lost Lands of Kem

Walking the lonely desert Nexus Line 

By the flowing fast twin on rivers of The Sacred Kolbrin

Waiting to see

If it's you 

I see in the distance 

While these primordial wild dogs before me

Stalking me 

In the bushes

Scavenging for food 

Pine

Praying inwardly

That the Universe once again brings me

You

Sigma 8

The Shadow Walker

From Alpha Centauri's 

Triple star system

In the southern constellation of Centaurus

As these dark clouds whisper and rumble

Fere nostro tempore volvere est

(It's nearly our time to roll in)

(C) 

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What do you see When you look really deep Into the Mirrors of Time

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The Poetess

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Salute 
 

Can words seduce you?

 I had a rather intriguing conversation today, 

about the power of seduction through words. 

It's a tad risque.

“Seduce my mind and you can have my body,

find my soul and I’m yours forever.”

I created this piece as I mused the above when a familiar voice appeared. 

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The Strict Mistress from the House of Books

(A lone voice whispers)

Within these conjured hypnotic words

Lies my secret binding spell

To you 

Control and contain 

No matter how loud you shout or yell

To attach you to me forever or temporarily 

With lashings of lascivious dark stories

As your soul salivates in total submissive anticipation and slowly starts to weep

Let me devour your curious mind like a cavernous thief

and take you to new heights of wild unconditional excitement

As your higher self suddenly

Wakes from its repetitive mundane sleep

Let me take you so damn

Deep

To new apocalyptic wet shores 

Through exchanges of whispered hirquitalliency

Of unexplored crimson heat

And let my hidden fingertips 

Trace pagan pictures of intimate lambitions and reunions

Across that succulent exposed spine in your mind 

Give me all those deep 

pamphagous thoughts

You keep bajulated

under strict locks and keys

That no one sees

Forever confined 

For landscapes or should I say mindscapes 

Filled with such visceral enticing written words

Brings forth such irrational coercive armies 

Heralding banners of such a hypnotic binding power

Just awaiting to liberate minds in the low hours

Those willing to sacrifice everything they once knew

To then be gently or vigorously deflowered

As they use aroused imaginations

To explore new verbs

Or sentences 

Appearing like S & M

Mistresses or Masters 

Right out of the blue

Will you pray for us to embrace 

As these soft words upon your mind's delicious lips 

Are gracefully worshipped

As you've now been duly baptised throughout this

Our soul's reintroduction 

As your hypothalamus is stimulated by my black and white

Ethereal leather whip

 (C)

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