. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Saturday, April 9, 2022

The Monologue of JFK




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(A lone voice whispers)


Take me in

Deeply

 

As the common enemies of mankind

And their spiritual darkness


Swirl and dance before your

Minds

 

Listen to my voice above all


The voices of

Tyranny poverty


Disease and even war itself

 

Then

Lullaby

My once beloved name


As you sit still

Listen and quietly breathe

 

Dwell

In those old memories

Of long lost salad days before Sixty-Three


When I lived and dreamed of good health

 

Then

Take me in

Lovingly


Once again

 

Like my own

Strategy of Peace

 

And

With your arms

Wide-open


Hold me real

Close

 

As I repeat my New Frontiers

 

My new report to the watching people

In 2022


Like in '63

When I could still breathe

 

Even though

I now sleep

 

I am reborn sacred

And eternal

 

I am not one of the

Lonely dead


But still one of humanity's

Cherished pioneers

 

 

I no longer daydream

Or feel lost and wandering


All alone

Praying for a rendezvous with death

 

For I have been baptized

As an eternal Watchman

Amongst many

 

And I now sit so high


Illuminated and protected

By the Purple Flame

 

Which catches repugnant secrecies


Lies and dark shadows crawling up

The wailing walls of your world’s

Freedoms

 

Listen


Today

A war has been declared


On the faceless

Monoliths many kingdoms

 

Like once before

 

When I was alive but soon to be

Welcomed in Arlington gates

 

Within crimson flames

I sometimes remember those

Memories


From 'Sixty-One

 

When I spoke too honestly


From the heart with wisdom

But to foolishly

Openly

 

Reborn now

 

I will rise forever

Now I am a Watchman

Of the Great In-Between

 

Here to help you

Face all the perils


Outcomes and repugnant devious means

 

Of all those new or old programs

And regimes

 

To help shape the choices

That you must now face


To try to help you all

 

My brothers and sisters

Of the human race

 

 

I pray you will find a way

To be free through a new

Reconstruction

 

Not to be seduced by new

Administrations


North or South

East or West

 

Governments or countries

Filled with secret societies, lies, and their clever misdirections 


In the news at night 


Tonight

Don’t cry and feel the pain

Of what could have been

 

But let’s talk about every sphere of human activity and taking

Responsibility

 

In the face of a common danger

 

For there is a dark force all around you

All evasive


Beyond any dimension, you can ever see

Or grasp with jaded human eyes

 

A dark principality lives

Filled with wanton seductive depravity

 

But in recognizing it,

The future of humanity

Can be reborn

 

As a new renewed call for

Emancipation survives


And blows its golden horn

 

So a new Camelot

Can appear

 

Like the spot where I once stood 

In the center of America

 

Shining

So brave and bright


It once illuminated all in sight and was called

"Our Camelot"

 

There'll be great presidents again

More to carry the light


And share the power of

Free speech and freedom of thought

 

 

So

Don’t just cry

And feel the pain

 

For within presidential memories and

Treasured old speeches and

Photographs


I am reborn again

 

When my time came

On that fateful day

 

I still believed in Faith and Hope


For those things can't be faked or taken away and

I always believed in The Lord

 

In those dark moments in office


He gave me the courage to make hard decisions

And the self-belief to cope

 

To put people before

Profit and losses

 

He is here with me now

And I'm always so well received

 

So take in my prayers

And these evocations


Of which I speak on your behalf

 

As I rest in peace

Underneath your watching eyes and the soulful

 

Wishes of all nations

 

I'm now a glorious

Being

 

Living still


But without any

Earthbound

Limitations

 

I'm finally 

At home with

Jackie and my beloved children

 

Arabella 


 John-John and dear Patrick


We all miss you, Caroline,


One day we will all be forever reunited with

My brothers and sisters

Father and mother

 

Just call to my spirit

With my earthly name


Like Marilyn or Lem

Sometimes still do

 

In the middle of this eternal night

 

Even though I don’t visit

 

I can still hear them if I really listen

In the dark far away from here

 

And I'll try to appear

To help revoke


Your fearful

Reservations and tears

 

No matter how far apart

We are


Or how near

 

For like a Greek hero



I was reborn into an eternal

Spiritual Civil War

 

But I'm still one of your

True friends from yesteryear

 

Still here 


Trying to help you

Find long lost answers

You might be looking for

 

On that fateful day

In Dallas, Texas, at 12:30 pm

,

November 22nd, 1963

 

When I heard the Lord call me home

For the last time

As the sounds of gunfire

 

Echoed all around me

In a nanosecond

 

I closed my eyes and prayed

For redemption and forgiveness

 

So

Listen to my last words before I go home


To a new Beals Street

In a new Boston.......

 

We are all born with a pure soul


Overflowing with real courage

And you must realize you are all worldwide agents

For the Lord

 

Whatever you choose to call him

 

Beautiful

Bright Lights fighting against the Dark

 

A truly united nation of Immigrants

Fighting for salvation for the World

 

For problems are not all solved

By silver bullets fired by a shiny black gun


And not all battles are easily won

Within any physical or political park

 

Today you all stand on the edge of a new horizon


A new challenge of such magnitude

And in the belief of justice and righteousness 

You must act

 

For you all live on this beautiful green island

 

Ask not, what you can do for yourself, alone

Ask what you can do for your society, your world

 

To help keep the bright lights of hope

And freedom shining

 

There needs to be a greater push for

Universal kindness


So no one has to suffer

 

With depression or loneliness

In isolation or silence

 

All this will not be over in the first one hundred

Dog-eared days filled with improprieties

 

But I can only pray

You will all come together to understand and

To stand as one

 

Never to surrender

 

To Fight The Good Fight

For the monolith and its many secret societies are huge

 

I was assassinated for a reason

 

A reason that did not die with me

But still lives on


Mutually on the sides of 

Darkness and Light

 

Let these words be the start of a new Spring


A new season to embrace your life

To start believing

 

And finding a means


To bring to all the citizens of the world

That most beautiful of five letters

 

Peace

 

By asking them all

To sacrifice their greed


The seductive drive to compete

And craving things they do not need

 

So

Peace can grow and bloom


Like a red rose

Clawing its way through the concrete

 

To heal and defeat fascism and racism


Hidden within any of society's

Darkly lit rooms

 

My old name was

John Fitzgerald Kennedy

 

But you can all call me Jack

 

All my closest friends do


I'm just an old soul returning back to the world


To speak with you for a moment

With a twinkle in his greenish-gray eyes

 

A man who once loved life

 

Until that fateful day in

Dallas Texas


When his world stopped

 

And his rendezvous with death

Was standing

Like a jackal

 

Waiting behind fences for the Umbrella Man

On the grassy knoll

 

In Dealey Plaza


Hiding in plain sight

Behind its evil disguise

 

On

November 1963


When God came calling

To collect me as my soul was suddenly set free


To take me away from all that pain

And some of you wept

 

 

I prayed to the Lord

In that falling rain


To return

 

So here I am

To see with my own eyes

 

If humanity will still try to choose

Freedom under newer skies


As those old chains of corruption and

Hidden slavery and human trafficking burns


As it finally sees and learns



Copyright John Duffy 2020

Friday, April 8, 2022

The Tall Cancer Man. 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 faraway stars 



Looking for a sign 



Like a shooting star


To bring hope to me 



And so many others that 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 lukewarm hand 



And you gave out your last breath



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 



If the Tall Cancer Man decides 



It's time to call and collect her


Copyright John Duffy



Thursday, April 7, 2022

The big milestone approaches




So it's my birthday next week.

And just got my outfit.

Entering my fifties with a burst of energetic charisma.

How do I look? 

Hopefully not 50 🤩

Have a great day wherever you are.

Salute.

Memories of Mother Mary

(A lone voice whispers)


Like a beautiful red rose 


Emanating a vibrant magnetic aura


I used to hide in the deep woods


Carefully 


In one of the worlds, countless crazy forests


Surrounded by wild thorns 


Who all tried to seduce me 


As they all grew in abundance and flourished


But like all things that glitter like gold


I saw through all their subtle words and replies and dismissed them


As they surfaced


But now as Mother Mary recently said 


As she smiled 


My lovely carer in life before she too appeared 


As another lost soul 


In the many Houses of the Dead


Be happy you lived and were chased


Even if they were charlatans and had no shame 


Or feared any kind of disgrace


Love in whatever form is all we have now 


To cling onto as we painfully remember that old place 


A red candle that should be cherished and treasured


Maybe tainted with scandals but still a red candle


To help push this grey darkness back 


When we stand awake all night 


For sleep and tiredness


No longer need to fight 


So I remember some of my wild thorns


Picturing you all holding a red candle high 


Blowing loves once golden horn


As you all surround me 


To help me 


Push back this scary grey ever-flowing darkness


And illuminate this room in The House of the Dead


So others like me can see


Especially Mother Mary


Who I remember as an angel 


A beautiful friend with all her magnificent stories and spiritual theories


Copyright John Duffy

Tuesday, April 5, 2022

The lady in white by the Rowan Tree

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(A lone voice whispers)



Are we just always reborn 

And made to look for love like lonely lost fools



Only to always lose it 

To try to find it again

 

 

Are we made to be heartbroken to seek someone new 

To take away the pain



Is that one of Life's many Mysteries Schools 

Unspoken rules

 

 

Are we born alone like lonely lost figurines 

To seek friends or new experiences to help us reach the end

 

 

And at our end 

Are we just human


Men and women just constantly reborn 

To atone for sins


Perhaps committed when we were first here


All those years long ago

Way back when



When Love was original and free 

And humankind could be anything it once prayed it could be

 

 

I once met someone 

Who noticed me

 

 

One day as I waded knee-deep into the Holy See

By the Rowan Tree


I met a lady in white called Annabel Lea


Her name is still a beloved red rosary full of happier times


And for a short time, we lived and loved getting up early in the low country

But like all things in my life



They are now just broken dreams and waiting for my time to end 


By the Great Mortal Rock

I now stand upon 


As St Peter 

The Keeper of Keys


Looks on

 

 

I sometimes wonder in the quietness of this darkness


Does she still remember me

My beloved Annabel Lea


 

Or the day we first met



Many years ago

In late November

 

When her dim yellow light

I once did see by the Rowan Tree

By the sea


 

In these moments

A painful thought still lingers



Will death make me forget her like the winters winds soon

As it blows so effortlessly in from the West 

 

 

Am I but a mere footprint in Times logbook of wet never-ending rhymes 



And is her love for me one of this life's subtle sins  

The toll keeper in the Great In-Between 


Peter

Will eventually find and call in


When in due course I'm reborn again 

To start a new campaign

 


To pay for all my previous crimes 

When I once left my true love as I died 


And left her tragically behind


By the Rowan Tree

In Holy Galilee



(C) Copyright John Duffy 2022

Monday, April 4, 2022

The Sacred Sacrament of Confession

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(A lone voice whispers)


My Silvia  


I know you're out there

Somewhere



Because I can faintly feel you as I look and speak my truth


 

Through this living breathing scrying mirror 



As I sit looking inwardly for a means to express



Contrition

Confession

Penance and Absolution



The Sacred Sacrament of Confession


I once tried



When Me and that old gent



Father Moore 



Once discussed a solution to help fix my broken heart



When I caught you cheating with Ron and my whole world seemed to shrink


Before falling apart 



And as I sit huddled by candlelight



By this rock in this semi-darkness 



Underneath a red worn-out sign



That just reads in faded yellow letters 


Soul Drought is now your only illness



Thinking about why I climbed that high mountain and jumped



As the Great Barrier between us 



Fluctuates and hums with such powerful electricity 



I guess Father Moore knew I couldn't cross the tired old bridge 



To reach that peaceful city of Absolution



But he said he'd pray



Said he'd ask the Lord 



So I'd be able to find a way to reach my own form of self reconciliation



And you wondered why my soul 



In its forty days and nights of penance cried 



Leading up to that fateful day before reaching The Matterhorn




And only ending at my funeral when I tragically and painfully died



In this half-light

I can only say


Hiding my pain away like you once said to do and keeping it subdued 



Like a caged tiger



Is like



Telling a lightning bolt to stay inside a raincloud



As the storms pass by



But I do hope you're well 

Silvia



I'm doing ok



Mary Jo from Number 4 has made herself my wife 



In this new version of life



And said I had to purge all old emotions and confess for us to move on 



I'm so sorry for putting you through hell 



But I just lost control 



And acted as though I was under a dark spell



Please forgive me as I now even after all these years



Forgive you too as I always remember those church bells



Copyright John Duffy



 

The Philosopher