. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Saturday, March 5, 2022

A Tale of Grief


(A lone voice whispers)


Today
On the fateful fifth of March

Twenty twenty-two


I lost something so special

A moment in time now extinguished and placed in the long rundown grassy ruins 

With so many others



By the Great Grey Castle Walls


A place deep inside that my soul calls home

In the Great In-Between


A place I long ago pledged I'll no longer visit to look or be seen 


For that once treasured spark has announced its retirement



So I'll lay it to sleep near the safe blue zone 

Where it can sleep with so many others


Near my favourite Yellow Keep


A treasure of such irrepressible immense beauty but like all things beaut..........


The End came like a flashing blade strike from a wonderfully skilled knight 


Clad in magnificent silver armour 

Like a true warrior


Woosh and it had vanished


Vanished to othér frequencies and soothsayer's


Beginner's
Beguilers and hellbent on pleasing creatures of the long night


Today isn't sad and meaningless


For I've seen a new bright light on in the distance 


And it has recently waved back whispering telepathically


Come
Challenge me and bring stories and that purple orb



Your Irrecha is safe with me

Your sense of Locca is the same as mine


Come see and maybe we can be happy in time

 

But a sad day indeed


Gifts of Divine Wish Power is an incredible thing but also really painful


As a visionary 
A mystic


Call it what you may


A voice said it would happen and look what transpired today 


A visit to the Great Grey Castle Walls


In the Great In-Between


To walk among fallen friends who no longer stand tall


Copyright John Duffy 

Saturday thoughts


Are we, poets


Writers

Singers and risk takers too charismatic


Ridiculously engaging or just totally enigmatic




Slightly strange to the straight card players and those obsessively




Who watch and read between all written lines

Driven by new compulsive urges




Of twenty-first century voyeurism




Or are we just old travellers from beyond the Great Green Hills of Avalon




Into this new age reborn 



To have some more fun 




Did our Guardian Angels




Collectively weep with profound joy 



When we all found our old calling




Do they still quietly hold our soft hands to comfort us




Whenever we seem to be depressed or in pain




Happy or just falling




We'll never know all those answers 



For they will only be revealed




When our time comes and we are suddenly recalled




We are not made of flesh  


You know




But simply old souls  

Eternally




Slipping and sliding  

Slowly discovering new kin




Scattered throughout  

Old Mother Gaia's mesh




Are you just like me




Another tiny beacon of divine light trying to hold back the infinite legions and hordes




Who endlessly weave  


Whilst trying to seduce and deceive




Reading from their current forms of modern leather-bound grimoires




Filled with black spells

   

They mutter and yell in the midnight darkness




Can you feel that subtle electricity crackling all around you


It's just the universe celebrating all you do




For it doesn't matter about your gender


Creed 

Colour or ethnicity




Just keep visiting that immense emotional well




The one you use as your Muse




Called your Emotional Reservoir




As you peel back the many layers



And just try to be the true you




Wherever you are




Just write poetry or something magical



Like you were playing a song on one of Princes



Many legendary Purple Rain guitars




And paint a hit record




With visually inspired

Compelling unforgettable words



To thank the Lord



That you have been blessed with gifts 



To delve into emotional energies 



Many avoid and leave unexplored 



Keep writing 



It may help someone lonely in a battle no one knows about



To give them the courage to love their life 



And ignite their seemingly neverending darkness



By doing something so soul-fulfilling and exciting



It propels them to new heights and helps to extinguishes 


Bouts of deep depression



Which constantly whisper 


Stop Fighting 





Copyright John Duffy

Are you sinful?

(A lone voice whispers)




All this talk of the End of Days 

Regarding World War Three and The Red Bear






Does it really matter in the end






For isn’t all this 

Just living one of Heaven's glorious plays






And aren't we all just born Sinful anyway


So we could learn as we found our way 






For in the beginning when your soul's Libido awoke 



And started a strange discussion 

With your hormones playing on percussion 




Did you walk like a curious Charles Darwin



Looking for The Meanings of Sin that your new urges found and loved


Now they wore its golden wedding ring




To dark unknown places and bars

Bedrooms and cars



Where you like Angels without harps 


Could gather in secretive groups to sing and drink before committing sin




Did you look through life's tall green grasses



Past as the watching eager eyes Strolled bravely through the masses



Looking to be seduced by new mistresses or masters

Of seduction




By their ever-changing winds of perception or subtle soul-changing rhymes 




Did you then ride your pale horse after committing a small sinful crime 




In the eyes of your version of God




Through lost timeless biographies of newfound emotions


Back home 



Like a promiscuous newly released thief 




Always seeking an open door to carnal release




Did you drink from the Matrix’s time machine




As the Cosmic serpent


Always invisible

Slithered around you and tried to seduce your mind



With romantic tales and stunning images


To climax to and to then be reborn by candlelight 



Refreshed 





A divine invocation 

A climax 

You wilfully welcomed




Into all your united nations






But do you now dwell in new lands of Gilgamesh






As you wallow in the damp sorrows and raw memories of ill-gotten sins 




Linked to the mind and flesh 






Like a modern lost Nikola Tesla

Lost in the folds of an unspoken Guilty unseen history






Overwhelmed  

Subdued with your life like a 

Yayoi Kusama's painting


In a dotted mess






But do you still quietly grieve for that old need for total impropriety and personal gratification 




Or even greed








Do you still pray daily for those old invisible fingerprints of a  God






To try to save your soul by interceding and showing you a new green door





For isn't everyone a tiny bit sinful though 






Forever trying to be good

But can anyone ever truly succeed 








For its sweet reach is insidious but so damm inviting 



For it constantly breeds

Multiplying








From sexualized television

Music books and films






And even dark delicious lascivious poetry 






Creating and stimulating such unwanted additive thoughts






Is there any hope for us all




Will we all stand in the long shadows and quiet bedrooms or hallways


Alone

With lovers

Family or friends


Minutes before the world burns and all its great cities fall


 


On one of these upcoming days

When those nukes politicians talk about


Descend



And as we watch our own red stage curtain close as our version of one of God's glorious plays ends



Will you hear these lasting thoughts as I will 


If I'm honest



For in that dire moment

What's the point of lying and being dishonest 



I loved

Liked 

Hated 

Berated and created my own Fate


Within all I could give


And I'm so proud I lived

Alongside sin for in the end



It taught me what I needed to know


To try to survive to win


(C)


Copyright John Duffy



(A lone voice whispers)


All this talk of the End of Days 


Regarding Russia 



Does it really matter in the end



For isn’t all this just one of Heaven's glorious plays



Aren’t we all just Sinful anyway



For in the beginning when your Libido awoke 



And started a strange discussion 



Did you walk like a curious Charles Darwin



Looking for The Meanings of Sin



To dark unknown places 


Where Angels without harps 


Gathered in secretive groups to sing



Did you look through ancient manuscripts


Books magazines and made treatises 


To seek to be seduced by mistresses and masters


Of seductions



By their ever-changing winds of perception or subtle soul-changing rhymes 



Did you then ride your pale horse after committing a small sinful crime


In the eyes of God



Through lost timeless biographies of emotions



Like a promiscuous newly released thief 



Seeking carnal release



Did you drink a whiskey and coke or another tipple 


From the Matrix’s time machine



As the Cosmic serpent tried to seduce your mind



With tales and images


To climax to and to then be reborn


Refreshed 



A divine invocation 

You wilfully welcomed


Into all your united nations



Do you now dwell in new lands of Gilgamesh



As you wallow in sorrows of ill-gotten sins 


Linked to the mind and flesh 



Like a new lost Nikola Tesla



Lost in the folds of guilty history



Overwhelmed 



With the need for total impropriety and personal gratification 


Or greed




As you still pray daily for the invisible fingerprints of God



To try to save your soul by interceding



Isn't everyone a tiny bit sinful though 



Forever trying to be good



But can never truly succeed 




For its reach is insidious but so damm inviting 


For it constantly breeds

Multiplying




From sexualized television


Music books and films



And even dark delicious lascivious poetry 



Creating and stimulating such unwanted additive thoughts



Is there any hope for us all


As we all stand in the long shadows and quiet bedrooms or hallways


Before the world burns and all its great cities fall

 

On one of these upcoming days



Copyright John Duffy


Friday, March 4, 2022

If Jesus could speak in 2022

  











If today

You feel so lost

And endure so much pain


In just living


If today


Everyone looks down on you

With unkind eyes


That seems so black

And filled with total darkness


That appears so unforgiving


If today


You swim against persecutions


Strong currents created by politicians

And dictators


And been labelled as


Homeless

Disabled 

Redundant

Too old

Poor

An addict

Useless 


Or just one of the many


Hidden 

Nameless 


Living below the rim 

In the shadows


And deemed to be unworthy of any Baptism of success

Because they label you as living within sin


Remember this


I too have felt your pain


Walked along those same dark long roads


I too have lived through and fought


All personal battles and wars


Until I got too bold with all I preached and knew 


Until I too was crucified 


Look up my life's story

It's still so well told


My advice to you 

Is simply this 


Keep up the belief


That it will be worth all those painful struggles


For in the end


Eventually, good things come to all those who truly believe


For in the end

You will find some form of happiness 

And when you eventually die


You will see God and he will embrace and forever remind you


He has always walked beside you 


Whispering 

Trying to give you so much strength


For you 

Him and 

Me


Have always been together 


For we were always forever baptised to be simply  


Eternal friends


Now say after me

Amen


Copyright John Duffy


A soft voice speaks!

 


(A lone voice whispers)


I

Santiago de Delletoro

The First Torchbearer



See you all like lost little people 



In my ancient obsidian scrying mirror



A mystical treasure now forever lost to humanity 



Men and women



Merged with essences of Light and Darkness at different levels



Some dearly loved because of it and some truly hated



With opinions that are so well calculated and littered with extreme profanity



And what many of you do not know


What you are all oblivious to


Is that a delicious scent of your life



Lingers all around you



Like an expensive perfume



As I from in here



Watch in this very small diamond encrusted room



Its tantalising aroma seducing fragrances 



Always prompt me



Encouraging me to reach out and touch




But it's against the unspoken rules 



For so many of you may start to love me too much 



And even though it's something truly spectacular 



Upon which to dearly clutch



Throughout my many adventures out there


On Mother Earth



I've found people are so quick to judge



I met Morpheus so late one night at The Taven


And he told me



He too was afraid of love



Froze

When the red spotlight caught his undulating dreamlike shadow



In the early morning fluctuating rainbows



At the intersection of Earths barriers and the Great In-Between



In the shallow hours


When his powers were growing weak as the living world


Slept and the portals opened



For once silent voices to speak



A wild spirit called Rosella



Roaming the demilitarized zone



Chased him down demanding a joining of souls



All he had to do was pay the toll and the sprite would take total control



Morpheus is beside me now as I talk


Oh what game 



He escaped by scattering some Dyllo powder and using a purple orb.



I don't think we'll be back to drink at the Lost Souls Taven for a least a week 



For we both heard that sprite was asking around



Using his hidden first name


Talik



Well

Until the next time for I must be going


The suns nearly up and my host is about to wake



I'll be seeing you all and watching



And if you hear a whisper before your sweet eyes close


Just know it's me


Santiago de Delletoro

The First Torchbearer


The world's most notorious ghost


Always watching your world spin

Through his black scrying mirror


Copyright John Duffy


  

Wednesday, March 2, 2022

The Song of the Preacher Man

Press play before reading. Salute.

The Song of the Preacher Man


(A lone voice sings in the low hours. Guitar solo.

 Such a soulful voice. 

Can you hear him like me?)

____________________  


It's a mystery 

When things go wrong



And people think 

They know all your history



When the incense of anger lingers



And seduction sings so strong

Awakening new sinners



And into the deep breach

Old friendships fall



No longer to be reached



Of once happy friends

Now divided until the end 



But beautiful temptation 

Always comes in smiling



For she lives in all nations



And new love sends all her white feathers



To lift your soul in all weathers



Just two souls introduced

Sharing new love letters



Filled with such treasures

Which lead to so much pleasure



In a cruel cruel world

Filled such pressures



Just two new hearts

Now beating as one



As their race runs 

Until 

The very end



No one loved now



To fall into the breach

And stay out of reach



But someone new to listen to



As they teach



It's just life

Complex as it seems



Four score and ten



Filled with people God sends 



It's just life

Complex as it seems



Four score and ten



Filled with people God sends 



Always looking for love

To carry you to the end



It's just life

Complex as it seems



Four score and ten



Filled with people God sends 



Always looking for love

To carry you to the very end



Copyright John Duffy 


 

Ballad of the Beloved

A lone voice whispers.
Press play!



 

Tuesday, March 1, 2022

A whisper to Mon Cheri

(A lone voice whispers)


In the early hours while all is quiet


When the world sleeps and your soul can wander freely 


Around all of its inner keeps


I can still see you standing at that spiritual crossroad


By the White Lampost 


Always searching for inner peace


The glimmer of something glorious and mysterious


A hideaway from the busy world as it turns


I suffer in the intense sorrow reflected in your waterfilled eyes


Feel it in the very depths of my soul


For I'm not a citizen of the shadows but of the Light


Just revisiting


For it is said in Scripture


In the Book of all Books


Kept in the Realms of Deep Mists


They who face all aspects of light and darkness


They who fight for inner peace by untying the two


Will have a seat at The Great Table


If they have the strength and are willing and able


And to You 

My child of love and light


Of profound grace and such incredible beauty


Which shines straight out of that so beautiful face


I send this


I can see an old carriage approaching that spiritual crossroad 


You 

In the early morning I sometimes visit


In it rides divine blessings from Heaven


On a slow journey to you


A present prayed for after my soul's last confessions 


I can only hope you see it in the low hours when the world sleeps 


As your soul wanders around all its own keeps

Mon Cheri


And it brings you great happiness and helps to fill that deep void 


With all my love and friendship 


A hole you've carried alone since you were eleven


For you're just like me


As it extinguishes pain and such sadness


Which makes you feel like you're living in the End Days


Many know as Armageddon 


Keep praying you magnificent soul


For the Smiling Days are soon to come


And God's the only one who knows where we are all really heading 


Copyright John Duffy 

Sunday, February 20, 2022

Channelling Carol

A sweet voice came through. 

(A lone voice whispers)


I know we've drifted like flotsam on the wild seas 


Been pulled apart like Christmas crackers while I was in hospital


Before New Year's Eve


Yet always reuniting despite the courage which wore me out fighting


I'll always remember the love you all sent and I gratefully received


All those sweet exchanges 


Conversations to encourage more  heartwarming vibrations 


But Life and its sharp knife decided to cut our cord 


When it guessed what we had found and knew


Like a cruel warlord and so we were forever separated from its blackboard


Just think of me my old loves as I reside in here


No longer burdened with pain and fear of cancer


As you still all move across its many boards


And with a request for a new addition to the Akasha records


Which I now know exists

I send this


Just know I'll never forget you


For you're all so special and I'll always try to visit 


As long as the skies fill with clouds


Or turn blue


Forever remembering our introduction within these lines


Which may herald our final farewell kiss

Of all those

I'll truly always miss


Copyright John Duffy 


The Sacred Tree