. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Monday, November 29, 2021

Have You Read Mea Culpa (L)

Poems of heartbreak will still sing soft lullabies down through the ages. Here's but another.

Salute.




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Salute.


Although you left me
One night for another
Leaving me forever to sit alone in the dark

Castaway to wander lonely streets
Always forsaken and painfully apart

Even though your golden wedding ring
Still adorns my finger

And tendrils of our beloved treasured
Memories still linger

Despite through stealing the heart
Of a younger stranger
Leaving me
Heartbroken

Feeling rejected and neglected
Like an adolescent teenager

Mea Culpa
It was all my fault

I just loved you too much

Copyright John Duffy


Thursday, November 25, 2021

Memories


(A lone voice whispers)


I once walked 


Tripping through what I thought were LSD Strawberry Fields


Which seemed to go on forever


As the Beetles sang about free love


In good old Sixty seven


Danced with flowers in my hair


In the red hot summer of love


As I watched some of my old musical legends


Some now singing up in heaven


Janis Joplin

The Who

Joe Cocker and the legendary Phoenix


Jimi Hendrix 


Play Woodstock in Sixty-nine


When free love didn't cost a penny or even a dime


I was young ready and stayed alive


Listening to the

Bee Gees in the Seventies


Whilst overseas


I relaxed with a cold beer 


Watching Frankie And his two Tribes 


Go to war


In The Eighties


As Princess Diana 


Got married with all the pomp and expensive public festivities


Which soon would turn from incredible happiness 


Into an extraordinary dark place 


Filled with mental disabilities


I once flew a red kite in Cornwall on holiday 


With one of my firm favourite first ladies


Our holy Madonna


Listening like a brand-new virgin


On my new white Sony Walkman


As her wild music


Awakened rather Strange urges


All these magnificent memories


I'll forever try to cling on to 


Like a lovesick devotee


But now slowly falling


Like wind-swept golden leaves


From my ageing memory tree


They are slowly burnt 

As they are set free


It's a tragic thing

being that solitary thing


That not only I can see


As this dreadful forgetful disease


Tries to consume every single beautiful part of me


But my Memory Tree


Still has so many golden leaves to quietly fall


That I still live in hope that many will not be obediently recalled 


And in a willful celebration of that inner strength


And to you

Dearest reader


This is one of my last ever poems


While I have the freewill to still give


Remember me


My name is William World


The third 


From a loving family of 6 strong boys and two beautiful girls


Now sitting somewhere warm


In a nice care home 


In the middle of New Mexico 


As I await the drumroll of the Tall Man and his marching band   

The Collectors


To then go home to see the Silver City in the Promised Land


Where I pray and hope 


Somebody still remembers me


Copyright John Duffy


 

Monday, November 22, 2021

The last message sent to Arabella by Jacob

 

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(A lone voice whispers)


Two of the hardest things you'll ever face in your life

My viewers 


Wherever in the Great Other Side

You many reside


Is to find the courage to say "Hello


To the one you truly love

 

And then the profound strength to pay your respects 


To then whisper

"Goodbye 


And so it is with me after I died


For whenever I pause in these quiet tranquil moments 


Sat in here 

All by myself


By the moving rocks and lost in deep thoughts in this swirling grey smoke 


That would make any living person choke


Now I'm a citizen of The Great In-Between 


I sometimes still think about all those long hot Summers nights 


So long ago


When we once walked by the Hawaiian blue sea


Hand in hand


And we were totally unafraid to be seen


I still get drenched by the sweetest thoughts of you and me


Memories of a fierce love


Which must have shone like a lighthouse beacon for miles around 


Angels flying above ground 


Watching 


Must have felt it was a deep love 


Many could only dream of 


For it was so damn gorgeous and profound


Those old hot yellow city lights


I bet they still carry vivid memories 


Of an extraordinary time


Where we held each other's soft hands 


And everything seemed to be just alright 


But like a pale white vulnerable feather


Blowing carefree in the Four Winds


Crazy blustery weather 


I then always remember 


How you foolishly surrendered to the whims


Of the Dark Gatherer of all Mortal Temptations


And like an act from the Devils favourite playbook


Our intense love was viciously ripped from our carefully constructed cross of truth 


By slanderous accusations 


Spoken by jealous crooks


To then be slowly and tragically forgotten 


And following in turn 


Depressingly by so many newly enabled others 


Casually dismembered 


With their judgemental narratives 


Singing sad songs of


Theres no chance of Redemption


Now I guess when I reflect


We were like two painful characters from a dystopian fantasy called Twelfth Night


A terrible version of a classic Shakespearean Play


No one cares or even wants to remember


But I'll still treasure and carry those beloved beautiful memories everywhere 


Now I'm free from the clutches of life and all its complicated and sometimes crazy games


Of four footsteps walking in unison by the Hawaiian blue sea


Where I'll get ultimately drenched and soaking wet by the sweetest thoughts 


Of just you and me


Memories of a fierce wild unrestricted love


Which still shines so bright today like it once originally did


Towering all above the hot yellow city lights


Of a time we once held soft hands 


And the future seemed so full of auspicious things

 

Which resonated with so much bright red light 


Beloved memories of us entwining to make love by candlelight 


To keep warm throughout all those cold but soul-thrilling 


December winters nights 


When the world seemed so still and perfect 


And all the gossips and racketeers were carefully hidden out of sight


I still miss you 

My beloved Arabella


If only to just hear your lovely soothing voice 


In this neverending twilight


I'm sure it would push back this ever-swirling darkness and show me my own 


Yellow Brick Road to Saint Peter and Heavens welcoming bright white lights 


I'm so proud that I once found the courage to say "Hello

And now 

After all these years


I've now finally found the strength to let you go and say "Goodbye 

I'll always remember you as I ascend


Your one true love who stayed loyal until the very end

And one day when you too wake in the Great In-Between

We'll start over and make up


Yours forever


Your eternal soulmate who's once mortal name was simply plain old Jacob



Copyright John Duffy 


Sunday, November 21, 2021

The Candle Maker Speaks

 

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Salute.


(A lone voice whispers)


Hey you


I see you 

You know


All the way from in here

Wherever you go


Do you just wish to escape your bored or harsh reality


So all those chained up fears and emotions can be set free 


If only for a day
A week or even an hour or two


Would you like to seek sanctuary in my Red Church 

If I invited you in


For I can feel it in your unspoken words

I can feel strands of all those urgent longings 

As they impatiently 
line up to return


Do you want me to send out a telepathic invitation

To tempt you to begin


So I can pour a glass of holy red wine as this red candle burns

To tempt us to sin


To then turn the slow music up and let our bodies use it

To then dance real close as the record spins


With a look of devilment in each other's eyes

And reflected in the movements of hungry lips

With hands wrapped tightly around each other's swaying hips

I know we'll reach new stimulating plateaus and sensuously erotic heights

Where no-one ever cries or dies

A new time zone where the world stops and time hangs so still

Trapped in dark skies as our once silent hopes and dreams are finally fulfilled 

Then I'll pour some more delicious red wine as our once lonely bodies 

Find a new rhythm to unwind


I just know you'll plead to turn the slow music up

Even more as this hot record drops

So our now hot bodies can use and abuse it

Dancing real close as we watch the setting Sun

And both praying this moment will last forever 

And these new emotional streams

Will never stop

Then waving goodbye to Old Mother Moon 

As she begins her slow march home

Shall we disappear somewhere so lucid

A place where we can lay together safely forever

As new sensations are introduced to be looted

And as some beautiful slow music plays and all those red candles burn

Do you too wish for all our once offered divine prayers and unspoken dreams 

To slowly materialise and sing into being

This visceral vision I just keep seeing

A profound impression reflected on every surface 

Whenever I pause to think of you 

This unspoken bond we now share

I now know there can be no untying 

For it now screams for a life of passion
Filled with new meaning
 

Offering us a rare 
Once in a lifetime chance of freedom 

If only we're both brave enough to walk into and breathe deeply

The winds of change as they quickly blow and plead with them to take us away

After giving us much-needed keys 

To a golden new kingdom 


Copyright John Duffy 




Thursday, November 18, 2021

A Call to Mary

 


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 (A lone voice whispers)


My precious Mary Louise 

If you're listening 


You're still the fabulous coveted cascade of warm emotions


Within this new life

My beloved darling wife


That I still want to touch 


Hold and pray to every night 


To just dream about


Life may have knocked me down and out


But I just want to be filled and brimming over 


With all those crazy mesmerising dreams


For your exceptional memories still have the raw power 


To conjure up such tranquillity and pure joy


Day in and day out 


A heaven-sent means to melt this huge iceberg 


Embracing the very fabric of my so sad soul


And trying to hold me like a helpless prisoner 


In one of my many deeply hidden underground streams


All the passing season's ethereal love songs 


I still sometimes hear in here


Lost in the throes of Spring


Summer Autumn and Winter


But particularly at Christmas 


Are just filled with heartfelt choruses


That reminds me of that soft eternal kiss


Of your exquisite sweet red lips


An incredible moment that left a fingerprint on my heart's clean window 


That even after all these passing years 


Still glows


A brief taste of something so magical beyoƱd all my comprehension


That offered me so much hope and a chance of divine redemption


But now I'm like a lone prisoner in this Great In-Between


Which some others in here call the 5th Dimension


And it's that old assurance of our eventual return


I'll always miss


Since our unspoken pact to be together forever


Still sings a sweet symphony into Heavens silvery mists


A divine melody of unchained excitement


To break all chains of my everlasting confinement 


And 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 resistance 


It sings its own mesmerising verses 


From the opened mouths of ethereal silhouettes


Swirling all around me as I 


In The Great In-Between


Weep


For I always hear your soul’s deep calls


Asking me to appear and hold on to you forever 


Before this treacherous glass Astral bridge


Between two realms

I now stand upon 


As I try to appear to claim you 


Breaks and falls 


And as the dark slippery shadow people advance


In my deep dreams 


I always stand in awe and watch in a hypnotic trance


As you perform your sensuous sword dance


To announce to the watching spirits guides


Pagan Gods


Angels and even lower vibrational devils


Our old preordained romance still has a chance


Even as they all watch and advance 


Over these dire glass bridges and landscapes 


As the world nearly halts due to this Covid 19 pandemic 


Which could soon send her to me early


Through strange mitigating circumstances


My Goddess

My Queen


My mystical lover and soulmate


I still dream of from here


In the dark recesses of The Great In-Between




Copyright John Duffy

Tuesday, November 16, 2021

Fredericko Speaks From The Other Side

 

(A lone voice whispers)


Well hello to you all

Out there 


Still globally surviving in the land of the living 


Even though

I'm in here unseen


In the Old Realms of Spiritual Bioengineering 


As I speak to you from here


The Great Lands of The In-Between



Today it's finally my chance to talk


And my theme is spreading your glorious light 


As you still walk


So let me begin 


Do you even know


That the human condition has always been the ultimate surrealist


Angelic painter's palette


Regardless of the effects of sin


A rare mixture of deep dark shadows and bright unforgiving lights


Shades of personal purple contentment


Infused with heartbreaking crimson coloured charts 


Overflowing with so many samples of complicated pain


All dancing unpredictability in tandem 


All over this beautiful ever-spinning planet in the falling rain 


And as with all things in life


Two things constantly remain


Duality


For as much as you shine your own blessed light


You must also be aware of not casting your negativity 


Through other subtle means or interactions upon others


For the growing darkness may try to consume you


In an unseen reaction 


You see


You must  

At one point in your lives


Pivot 

And see your darkest factions


For to face your innermost fears 


Is to help cleanse them with hope courage and emancipation wet tears


I can only pray you have the strength to pivot and face your own sadness


To then stand up proudly like a true soul champion 


And hold your weary candle higher


So others can better see their own dark shadows


To help them confront all that concealed pain and eventually


Lead them out of life’s deep and sometimes dark meadows 


To start a fresh stress-free campaign  


Will you encourage lost souls 


To dance with their devils in the pale moonlight


To dare to embrace with all their might


Some distressing so well hidden emotional issues 


That prevents them from smiling and living


They might need to drag out into the light


For the soul's expedition 


Is not to save the many layers of mankind or to stand up and preach


But rather to just refine others


If they appear willingly and ask for help


Within its reach


For the gift of your heart and soul


Dear listener


Has always been your divine grand work


Just that you can sometimes forget 


As its current living clerk 


Trying to navigate this time around 


As it's a long work in progress 


And you may sometimes lose your mind 


In the long process


So why not just hack Life back 


Condition the ordinary to be goddam extraordinary


Commission compassion and love to be your proud and brave standard-bearers


Tap into the deep divine by cleansing the intense depths of your mind


Celebrate your life as your own darkness unwinds


Dare to live within your own grand cleansing 


And make that grand balancing and correlation


A means to defeat the armies of infernal damnation


That's always rising 


For to never seek internal happiness and all its incredible celebrations


As you still live through life and its ever-changing constellations


Is simply a desecration that's completely inexcusable


So levitate your life with random and simple acts of kindness


To rise above all the world's many known


And unknown dictators and their acts of critical subjugation


Try to stand together as one 


To then rise higher in jubilation  

  

As you embrace the true validation of who you all are


And glow a shade brighter from that soul-changing revelation


That you only require our your own thoughts of self-acceptance 


And revel in that pivotal acquisition


That you are unique beyond all those who try to defeat you


With their fake lies and cheap jealous accusations or allegations 


What says you


Will you try to do 

As I try to advise you to do?


Will you try to live a true life to showcase the real you




Copyright John Duffy



Wednesday, November 10, 2021

Vida Calls

  

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(A lone voice whispers)


I dreamt of an extraordinary golden portal


Of entering

A strange shimmering  doorway 


With its twinkling boundaries 


Covered in sparkling black and green diamonds 


And streaked grey marble


To reappear 

In a dark wood 


To this day

I've never seen


And a striking lady

Dressed from head to toe in white 


With a vivid red headdress 


Appeared like a beautiful dark-haired siren


In the middle of that total solitude 


Announcing her presence 


With the accompanying moonlight 


She stood proudly


Emanating a sense of freedom from involuntary servitude


With luscious inviting red lips and mesmerising blue eyes


And within that

Woodland glade 


As she stood proudly 


Surrounded by a bright silver and opaque light


Amongst the watching audience's of hidden nightingales 


Other mesmerised men and women 


Summoned just like me


Visitors from through strange portals


Crows and other mysterious creatures 


Awaiting her rather exciting tales


She spoke


With such a strength in her voice that declared openly


With a sense of supernatural confidence and clarity 


That would never fail 

As her eyes looked around


Their stunning blueness highlighted by her white as winters cloak


I once knew you all


Gathered here in another lifetime


From centuries past 

So long

Long ago


When you once sacrificed


All you had 

When you remembered 


You were once mine


Would you now in 2021


Still stand bravely beside me 


And sing our eternal song of freedom 


For all to hear who come


Beyond all of your new life's consequences or hate crimes


And shamelessly share with me and all others


All your hidden emotions


From the beating treasure chest 


Of your innermost desires


Carried and represented like silver nickels and endless dimes 


Before your own 

Great Golden Bell chimes


To still embrace me


In here 


Your Goddess

With a repeated oath to acquiesce


Like you once made 

With your last visit


To my secret Astral Woodland Shrine


Many years ago in nineteenth sixty-nine


Will you remember


You were previously anointed in one of my Secretive Temples of Appollo 


By one of my bloodlines 



As she spoke 

Just before I awoke


She looked at me and all the others 


Seeming straight in the eyes 

All at once 


And we exchanged these lasting words of farewell


Telepathically in that surreal swirling flux


With the ringing of this

 

My golden invocation bell


I now cast a new spell

As this Frankincense rises 


To usher in a New Age 


Through the use of this ancient well 


Of life-changing knowledge


She pointed to a small waterfall with her jewel-encrusted Athame


For you all to drink from

Until you're sated


As you then all walk back home 


From whence you came


And then begin to turn The Great Books many unread pages


For now together and evermore 


We stand

Soul to soul and

Hand in hand 


As before


Everywhere and anywhere you may choose to go


Never to wander alone

Neglected 


Never again to be dethroned or

Flagellated  


In the envious green eyes of every nation



As we stride towards this Great Old Oak Tree


Nearby


To our preordained sanctuary 


To sit amongst the ever-present bluebells


And white, pink, red, and blue daisies


By its Holy Sea


For all the watching 

Angels and spirits 


To our reunion 

See


Risking spiritual utlegation and all outward tales of temptation 


For what will be 

Will have to be


So mote it be


What says you

Will you still follow


This eternal oracle of Apollo


Like in your past lives


When I blessed and swallowed all your pain and sorrows


Me


A Goddess who sings from beyond the many golden portals


From a place where visitors souls could be slowly hollowed


As they are forever captured and collared


Like a new slave of the Great Reset 


Or shall I cancel this dream for the another


One you would rather all forget 


Then like a Sorceress in the night 


She suddenly disappeared and left


Leaving us all


The other people

Creatures and me


Looking around in total astonishment


But unconsciously whispering 


Yes



Copyright John Duffy

The Mage