Sunday, December 12, 2021
Friday, December 10, 2021
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.
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
Press play before reading. Salute.
(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
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
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