The Watcher Speaks

 Are we watched by entities from another realm? 

A great question which inspired this piece. 

Salute. 

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Salute.

Do we live forever many of your kind has asked

Since I have heard you whisper in the dark

Are we, immortal souls

You question

What would we do with all that time if it was bestowed to us

Well here's my answer

In here

Where I now live and love all alone

I create poetry

Like Celine Dion

Singing the night on fire

Dressed like good old Bob Dylan

Facing his faithful hurricane

I sometimes dance

To the king of pop

Michael Jackson

Whilst moonwalking in the occasional falling rain

My lines grace minds

Like Hugh Hefners

Playboy’s pictures

Sending the cerebral cortex

Libidos totally insane

Like Thandie Newton

Finding strength self-worth and power

In Westworld 

Whilst being

Reborn again and again

My words serenade

Marlon Brando's

Emancipation and eventual apocalypse

In Cambodia

As he boarded that fateful flight from

The Seventies in a doomed

Air-plane

Am I a sceptic

Or just a viewer

A majestic soother

A beguiler

A brother

Mother

Son

Or

Daughter

Can you feel me

You ought to

For I'm simply giving you words

Soon to be gracing your eyes

Movie screens or mobile streams

Maybe some new books and novels

For I'm just a beautiful old beast

Steamrolling through with golden keys to all the Wet Brothels of your minds

As you sit

Watch

And sip these sweet-tasting words

Now addicted to my cheap

Bottles of poetic mead and exhilarating red wine

You see

I'm just a non-living fossil

A mesmerising soul

From bygone days

Going into humanities new future

MK Ultraing

Your mind

Forever

As I program you

Like a cheap computer

For I'm a priceless mixture of all of life's sweet-tasting essences

And damaged baggage's

Can you feel me

Am I just behind you

Or watching and walking

Just in front

And standing hiding 

Beyond the doorways to all your dreams

Can you feel me like Old Nick

Everlasting

Stalking like an ageless Marquis

For I'm just a once unvisited world

Of words

Slowly just consuming your time

Can you feel my bony fingers

Stroking those secretive rooms 

As I stimulate your

Mind

Copyright John Duffy

The Voice of Maria

 A voice once whispered this as I typed.

Do I have a gift like my beloved mother?

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For all the ones lost to someone special, in these dark times, especially this year 

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Although you cannot see me

I'm still here
Just now free
In these new lands of no fears

Nothing scary has happened

I'm now just at peace

All my dreams I had about the Afterlife have just come true

So I'm just visiting from deep in here
Just to see you

I can still see your beautiful eyes

Which still sparkle and twinkle

I can still see the real you I love

Beneath all those tired old wrinkles

For the power of true love

Compels us to see all

It's really that simple 

Just never forget me but
Speak my name at Christmas

And every other day

For you invite me to revisit

And through old memories stay to

Play

Just remember me

Or I'll soon forget to ever
Call this way

For you see

All my friends and old family

Wait beyond this great divide

Where my time is taken with retelling old stories

Hearing new ones and enjoying their
Newfound glories

Don't forget me

Not even for a day and I promise

I will always appear your way

I appear in many forms

A Robin
A Feather
A reflection
A voice

It all depends on me

For it's my divine choice

But I'll always try to revisit

To lift your heart that breaks
And help you to rejoice

To always try to stand beside you

For a brief moment or for eternity

Above all of life’s noises

To hold your soft tired hands
As old memories are enjoyed

Don't you dare forget me
With times passing but invite me by name

And I'll call

Through all harsh winds
And the pouring rain

Say my name and I'll appear

To see the one
I still cherish and hold dear

Just don't forget me with the passing of time

Just remember me as you hear this rhyme

And I'll revisit 

Until your bell too
Begins to chime

And we are together again

In heavens
Eternal sunshine

Until then
I'll just keep visiting
And calling by

To remember all those wonderful moments

When
You were just mine

When I lived to just be with you all the time

Copyright John Duffy

My Evey

 

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(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

A semi-poetic monologue based on if Adam, could speak to his beloved Eve, once more. Salute. ©   love • grief • heartbreak • sadness • memories

To Miss Moore

 To Miss Moore

Some things may seem to last forever  

  

Of times when things were happier than ever

Something's may never be the same

But my love for you will always remain and for that I'll never be ashamed

I know we've both been through so much pain

Danced crying all alone

Trying to smile in the midnight falling rain

But through it all  

Despite the fall

My love still persists and always calls

Even through all this pain

Memories of us sat together

Still sings a strange sweet symphony

Which will last for the rest of the time

From here to eternity  

Like the Holy Trinity

Filled with happier times when you were all mine and true love

Despite social standing  

Wealth or the view of others

Wasn't a love crime

Maybe we can start again

And just be friends as our broken hearts slowly mends

Maybe

A five-letter word filled with such hope

I just kneel and pray

One day

You'll find your strength to let me in that old wooden front door

On your white picketed fenced street

To help you cope as we no longer need to pretend

It's why I've sent you this love letter

So you can see my love revolving in its words

Like a literary kaleidoscope

Awaiting that beautiful moment when you finally find the courage

To see what's inside this personal envelope

Forever yours, William Doors.

Dated 1884.  

Copyright John Duffy

A dash of fun as I relax.

 The past generation had such style. 

Handwritten love letters must have been such a wonderful surprise.

Salute.

The Lady known as V

 (A lone voice whispers)

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Did you know your carefully rendered words

Still replenish me with a wild sense of sensuously driven lightning filled energy

A delicious fleshly tumbler of much sought after dark pleasure

I lust to just kneel at your divine altar

To pray and worship

To wantonly drink and to get lasciviously drunk from

For you are the preordained one

Shall I take a sip from your aromatic almond cup

As you beg and plead in this silent darkness

To ecstatically and relentlessly come

Are all these tantalising contrived words

Just like a slow dance

A willingly entered into Tango

A converging synthesis of submissiveness and dominance

To peak in an explosive crescendo and eventual climax

That will create a tsunami of dopamine symphonies within the mind and shaking body

That can't be really bought by any amount of greenbacks

We sometimes unwillingly hide and run from

Is it why I just return to read or listen to your exquisitely well-written rhymes

Every heartbreaking time

As you ignite something mythical and magical in me

That gloriously transforms as its ball of sensual magic

Notoriously shines

Copyright John Duffy

What to know how to find true friends?

 

Does true love ever really die?

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You

My beloved Sophia are the coveted cascade of warm emotions

Within this old life filled and overflowing with frosty cold dreams

The raw power to melt the cold iceberg embracing my aching soul at its very core

Holding me like a helpless prisoner 

In my many deeply hidden underground streams

All the passing seasons love songs 

Lost in the throes of Spring

Summer Autumn and Winter

Are just filled with heartfelt choruses that remind me of that eternal soft kiss

Of a luscious taste of exquisite red lips

That left a fingerprint on my hearts closed window 

Of a divine moment

I once tasted so long ago and even still now

After all this time

Will always miss

The assurance of our eventual return

An unspoken pact to be together forever

Sings a sweet symphony into Heavens silvery mists

A sacred melody of unchained excitement

To break all chains of my mortal confinement 

Like whispers of an abundance of carnal lyrics and captivating poetry 

Filled with joyous lines of a pain-free existence 

Merged and infused with surreal magic at its deep centre

Moving freely with no earthly resistance 

It sings its own mesmerising verses of Danse du Ventre

And from the opened mouths of ethereal silhouettes

Swirling all around me as I sleep 

I always hear your soul’s deep calls

Asking me to appear and hold on to you forever 

Before this treacherous glass bridge, we walk upon

Breaks and falls 

But as I appear to claim you as the slippery dark shadow people advance

In my deep dreams 

 I always stand in awe and watch in a hypnotic trance

As you perform your sensuously captivating sword dance

To announce to the watching good or bad spirits and strangely named angels

Our newly found preordained romance 

My Goddess

My Queen

My mystical lover and soulmate from The Great In-Between

Copyright John Duffy

Cancer. The collector of so many beautiful souls.

 

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(A lone voice whispers)

Although you left me
One tragic night

Forever my beloved mother

Leaving me heartbroken with a deep pain from which I hope time doesn't heal and I never recover

I'll always look to the stars

Looking for a sign

A shooting star to bring hope to me and the many others

Who in silence may still suffer

For losing a mother is like looking at life without the colour

Especially in summer

My memories of you will always come before all others

For you were with me in the very beginning and I was with you at the very end

And as I held your soft lukewarm hand and watched as you gave out your last breath as you stared into my sad red eyes

When you gave my hand a final squeeze

In that single moment

I knew you had been reincarnated

When that beautiful blue and yellow butterfly landed on our clasped hands

And its wings gently fluttered

My message to you
Dearest reader

Treasure your mother if she's a good soul

For the impact of losing her will last forever

When the Tall Cancer Man decides it's time to call and collect her

Copyright John Duffy