. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Sunday, June 6, 2021

Poetry

 


Are poets the true kings and queens of the mendacious 

Because they're so skilled at making things up?


Copyright John Duffy 


The Virgin of Luca Speaks


 
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(A lone voice whispers)

Sometimes, we all can lose our faith in life through whatever hardships we endure

Standing seemingly lost, woefully despondent but one thing always remains

Even if we are seen to be rich or poor 

We all pray for salvation in the silence if we feel totally lost and abandoned

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.

So says John 3:16 and will you listen as I speak 

For like an ancient guardian of loves

Hidden Libraries in the sometimes unreachable Red Church

You once came to me whenever I felt weak

Appearing like an apparition mysteriously rising right out of the blue

We opened together such new to me

Beguiling well-read bibles and old well-thumbed books

Beyond the reach of all the jealous eyes of all who desired to look and all the unruly Zodiac signs

It may be all lost now

In these ever-swirling winds of time

But those resounding
memories still always remain

Of bygone days in the shadows of my past

When you were just mine and I prayed upon your altar nightly

All those empowering memories still linger

So just pray for me still

Send strength and belief to me and my guardian angels

For I'll always return in time

To reopen old books and new bibles in your Red Church

No matter how broken I feel

For we are all sinners no matter whatever we chose in life 

For so many things or people can be soft or treasonous

We just have to conquer all those demons that can suddenly appear 

On the sometimes lonely road to self-recovery and eventually salvation 

No matter how hard we fight or avoid facing our fears

To hopefully arrive somewhere so sacred that the healing hands of the Almighty

Can reach down and forgive us as we once again walk with Our Lady of Sorrows

So we can find the  strength to find hope

To cope with whatever comes in all our tomorrows

Let us adore and give thanks to God

Our Father, and to hail Mary, when her we finally see and glory be until then

Amen

Copyright John Duffy 

Saturday, June 5, 2021

Romeo Dreams


 (A lone voice whispers)


I sometimes still in this grey silence


Covet the one thing I searched for all my life up to until I was seventy-five


Even on the night I chose to die


Tragically remembering dark memories when I was once alive


In the darkest of empires lost in the blackest of nights


Haunted and stalked by all those little invisible irrational demons


Who delivered a metaphorical death by a thousand painful cuts


Which numbed all my feelings


As I once wallowed and walked in such profound misery


Stuck within a seemingly perpetual rut


But now I walk free for they've all been exorcised and extinguished


For although I never savoured the sweet-tasting and everlasting impressions of true loves sacred first kiss


Even when it seemed to materialize


And a dark hand always appeared to pull it back into the violet maelstrom


Of humanities deep swirling mists


I can now see a shimmering crimson light on in the distance


After all these years


Even though every time I previously looked especially at Christmas


It just seemed to turn on and off and I always appeared to just miss her like a faint whisper


But now she  

The Goddess imbued with so many beautiful gifts


Appears to me willingly with no perceived resistance


I now feel like Michelangelo sculpting Pietà


Totally lost in the joys of this life's new amazing creations


Now I can truly appreciate her


For I currently see multicoloured rainbows everywhere I go


And all my footsteps echo and resonate a new emotion for I now swim mentally


In a new unexplored ocean


And what was once an unknown mysterious experience to me


Is now my glorious sunlight


As every day feels like I'm walking hand in hand on yellow soft sands


Beside the sea with my first love who I just found out when we finally met and she whispered that she waited because


She always just missed me


Copyright John Duffy

Thursday, June 3, 2021

Dolor








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(A lone voice whispers)


Does fear in whatever form it chooses to appear in 

Like a shapeshifting configuration of self-depreciation 

Announcing the possible visitations sin


Emotional physically or spiritual 


The three intricately laid foundation stones which it builds up from when it first enters the skin


Affect the way the Native finds new roads or instead chooses lonely highways to navigate life


Does its carefully leather-bound invisible suitcases they might present to then be carried everywhere like priceless jewels


Contain handwritten contracts to avoid taking chances 


On people places or newer experiences and to always seek to abstain


Never to seek unfamiliar lands of hope to help them renew 


As pledges once written in silence


Prevents them from embracing their secret God-given name to empower them to pull through


Does Dolor's archaic supernatural form take a strange irregular shape 


Which keeps them invariably on the run


As it guides all their emotions like a machiavellian orchestral conductor 


From which it transpires there is no escape


Under the dire threat of the sword of Antipathy


As it seduces them perpetually and becomes their only lover


Did you know Dolor is simply Fear translated into Latin


Will you find the strength and courage to throw its gifts of free suitcases 


Into the gushing four winds and let the Trinity of Holy lights

Come steamrolling  in









Copyright John Duffy

Automatic Writing


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(A lone voice whispers)

I've embraced all fragments of my old life now my once cherished journeys are over and done

I've lived like a co-regent
An empress or queen

Watched the early morning birds rise like faithful servants before the Nile

To always sing and plead to be seen

Worn golden wedding rings and diamond inlaid necklaces 

Found happiness and sadness in everything life constantly once chose to bring me

As I loved and looked into so many new faces

I now embrace all my life's old memories

Now all my glamorous journeys on land and overseas are done

When they fatally ended on the twelfth of August in 30 B.C

I now live in new lands
just hidden in the Great Beyond

Where my God is everywhere

Not just shrunk to fit leather-bound old written much treasured 

Ancient Egyptian historical biblical books

Where my Gods presence if one could see

Is in everything and constantly resonates 
everywhere you look

I'm just so glad to have had some time to be really understood

As I have watched my own life played out on
so many of heavens  big screens 

In the Field of Reeds

I've watched every single step I once took

Saw love and hate fight appearing on so many faces 

Gracing the young and old 

Some nameless and some unashamedly  still standing by my right 

Like they were hooked

Saw my heartbroken moments choosing life and death

Between family love Loyalty and Antony

All significant occasions that were once vulnerable and  filled with such painful tragedy 

You
Yes you

Embrace all your life before your journeys are too done

My only regret is that I fought too hard and maybe didn't love too much

And even now I still miss all those moments of irreplaceable fun 

I once touched

But I still embrace all my life now my journeys run

I now just sit by my new muse occasionally 

Now invisible sometimes visiting just whispering poetry

As his body sleeps but his mind waits for me

Standing at the portals gates before the rising of the early morning sun

I now live within and watch where his journeys carries him
as he slowly runs

Remember me as someone who used to try to be free

The ghost who watches from beyond time 

Reborn on the twelfth of August in 30 B.C




Copyright John Duffy

The Ballad of The Recalled. A passage from the hidden books of the Goddess Diana.


 (A lone voice whispers)


Within a silent dream-like whisper just after midnight


I once heard your faint calls


You whispered so softly preaching in the half-light


That silvery gulf of divinity between us 


With such quite majestic thunderous proclamations of sacred truths


Be a vivid illumination

You confessed


For the world is still so beautiful if you really look below the dark frontiers of bleeding despair


A divine kingdom awaits


Just hiding beneath the many disgraceful layers of political spin


Crushed dreams and depressing days where once rapturous hearts will unfortunately tear


But you are all still kin of a universe unseen


You all have a god-given right to still dare to cling onto dreams


So learn to nurture all your strength in cold days of misfortune and strengthen through faith and profound conviction


Your protective shield to always try to redeem


Dispell all those unspoken lies with a wide smile which may hang like a hangman's noose in friendless  jealous green eyes


For your merciful and miraculous heart has always been yours to willingly surrender


Its virtues of kindness and heroism's are your own mighty defenders


Just don't be deceived by the many false pretenders


In these long days of ever-growing darkness and fading bright lights 


In the middle of this


Your own version of one of the universes long nights


Don't mirror the tilt of low souls 


Into deep icy pools filled with many visitors to Dante's heartlands


But be a hypnotic beacon within what you choose to sing or write


Ignite like an exploding thunderous New Years Eve firework


All the visitor's inquisitive minds as they quietly venture and gather 


Sitting hidden or standing 

Unspoken into sight


Inspire hope and give them an unconscious smile 


For them to carry away freely into these dark morose nights


I can always remember listening to that soft voice patiently 


Just too subdued to fight


And now a thousand years later


I'm trapped and held like a Stockholm conditioned prisoner in your all-consuming singularity 


For I'll always be yours beyond society or notoriety


Passionate words and golden bells that now chime


From here into infinity 


Rule our twinned endorphin filled minds


For we now survive enshrined beyond judgemental scopes of any mortal kind


Eternally blowing in new winds which always provides 


Now we are young and free


You once said the universe was always ours to conquer


And within each silent whisper when I still feel and hear your nightly calls from your shrine 


Up high in Mother Moon


Once worshipped by so many pagan followers before the fall of man


Regardless of fears of ownership or irreducible complex complications


I'll always climb over these metaphorical grey undulating walls regardless of the fall


Just cursed to try to reply 


To you my predetermined soul-flame


Just hidden in the meandering shadows


Whispering through your channelled rhymes 


As I feel the exquisite familiar torment that signals and announces with a huge emotional and spiritual pull why my spirit was restored 


As my soul is dutifully reminded it's being subtlety recalled


Copyright John Duffy 

Wednesday, June 2, 2021

The Star-Crossed Lover

(A lone voice whispers)

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Will you defeat all I am with the divine soliloquies of your sweet tasting love magic


Shall I venture alone to my designated internal salvation 


To be simply reborn and stand all above


That which is borne or will I fall at the wayside and dwindle


In my faith as it capriciously falls


Have I met you already in person in a previous tragic lifetime 


As I wandered through it all 


Or have I simply passed you by before we spoke and is this 


The sweet-tasting nectar of not knowing


Already written upon the laws of synchronicity multicultural walls


We both never saw


Copyright John Duffy 

Tuesday, June 1, 2021

Summertime




Like midday magic

The ablaze golden flower

Hypnotized Gods slaves


Copyright John Duffy

Evey


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 My Evey


(A lone voice whispers)


Promise and say you'll not forget me after this great fall


Even though you might still think for a 130 years


I unjustly put you  

My beloved family through it all


What you didn't really know


I always prayed I wouldn't have to put you all into that new Eden


Of seemingly endless night falls but I had no choice


So just say you'll still love me and although I know


Way deep down inside


We'll never be the same as like before we first left the great garden


And went on a crazy ride


Just don’t forget how I cried when you called out


When we spoke on the last night in spirit before I died


My heart may still no longer beat your name and my soul may try to carry on


But maybe this time around


I can only hope memories of my old love


Will still carry me to you


To try to help you pull through


So take whatever you might need


To reach new places wherever you may have to go


For our old life might have suddenly come to an end but we still even now


Both need to grow


And all we can sometimes do


Is treasure those much-loved memories


We both in quiet moments


Still try to cling onto


Whenever they appear calling to us


Right of the blue


Just remember me your old lover and friend once known as Adam


Just reborn in here


The Great In-Between and now just known as Brother Bartholomew


Who once loved you when we first met under that big old apple tree


Before the circus of living began so many thousands of years ago


When we were both young and free


Filled with wild dreams of the future like anyone else


If they were born grown-up


Like from day one looking like they were both twenty-two


It's why I'm appearing here in this scrying mirror


Whispering this story to reach you


For it's been spoken before I ascend


This is my last chance to talk


To my true love who was my second and third committed friend


So wade in the greywater with my children


For I'll be waiting in here until rebirth at the very end


So wade in the greywater with my children


I know you are watching my Evey and reading


Just standing hidden in front of the many billions


By the right hand of the eternal pilgrim  


So wade into the water for I'll always be waiting 



Copyright John Duffy

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The Philosopher