Aibreann. My Irish Lover

 

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(A reflective voice whispers)

I met my own Aphrodite just once

So long ago in my youth

When emotions were raw and always appeared

So unpolished or uncouth

We met by the blue sea 

In distant lands

Dancing to music played by passing Northern bands

In good old County Donegal  

The land of Kings

We twirled and danced some wild and merry jigs

We kissed so deep

Looking into eyes of each other

Underneath the Blarney Stone

And stumbled  when we parted 

Like drunk spellbound lovers

To our homes

Now I'm seventy-five  

Patiently  

Living on my own

I still look for her instead

Through joyous and spirited recollections  

From when we were once wed

To memories of that beloved Blarney Stone

A magical place we once kissed

Before we went home

When the world was all ours 

As we laughed and danced

When everything seemed to happen 

As if ordained by long-lost chance 

When we sat like long-lost lovers on green hills  

And counted the twinkling watching stars and our blessings

When no one was ill

When life revolved around joyous songs and dance

But now I am old and grey  

And as I tend your grave

I know we'll always be together again

For death can never break loves golden chains

I pray soon  

To hear the Northern bands

Play once more

As I open up Heaven's 

Great silvery doors

To find a new place waiting

Where happiness costs

Nothing at all

To be young again  

In beautiful old Donegal

Our new lands of but one King

To finally embrace

Kiss and sing  

Underneath that new Blarney Stone

Simply to be together for eternity

And call that new place home

With you 

My beloved Aibreann 

My Irish Lover 

The only woman I loved

As much as my mother

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Queen of Words Monologue

 

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(A tempting voice whispers)  

Let me entice your five senses and maybe your sixth.  

Discover my soul through new worlds of words, and I’m yours evermore.  

Never to be eclipsed.  

Let me bind you to me forever, with my lashings of hypersexual dark energy.  

As your restless soul salivates, whilst in submissive anticipation.  

Weeps.  

Let your virgin mind hear my imagined strong voice, as it, your inner mind listens to, as it relates.  

Captivated to be mine above life's many random noises.

As it to you, seductively speaks, whenever you feel weak.  

Let me devour your ravenous eyes.

With chaotic unconditional, excitement and engagement.  

As your higher self suddenly wakes, from its repetitious, mundane sleep.  

Let me take you waist-deep.

Into fast-flowing new apocalyptic wet, ominous waters.  

Of unexplored feral territories.  

And let my incredible fingertips, trace pagan inseparable portraits, of intimate unions.  

Of unforgettable characters, and illustrious scenes.  

Across your succulent exposed emotional minds, so very soft spine.  

And we both watch, as they cry out in a silent crescendo of joy.

At their new meetings of the dark thoughts, of a once abandoned reunion.  

Like a young soul, meeting a new lost boy or girl.  

Give me all those deep interwoven vestibule's, filled with such intense thoughts.  

You restrain.  

Perhaps imprisoned, under forced authoritarian, locks and keys.  

Forever hidden and confined.  

**For** any of my written or spoken words, can bring such provocative mesmerising courage.  

Just anticipating an independent and liberated mind.  

Willingly to forfeit everything they once knew, to be eventually renewed.  

Let me show you how to use your imagination to explore unique verbs.  

Linked to delicious new sentences, I pray you'll willingly embrace.  

As they are worshipped and devoured, whenever they are encountered, when new eyes they grace.  

Let me help you blow down that sorrowful house of cards.  

You may be once built, and kept under strict lock and key.  

That no one can ever see.  

Let's hold hands in a glorious reunion, and let our sweet fingertips, together, run truly wild.  

Across your ripe undulating succulent emotions, as they are dominated through new experiences and mounted.

Leaving that old child behind.  

Let me learn you to love and embrace the understanding of exquisite knowledge.

Linked to learning all about all my new sentences and verbs.  

For when you ask the unseen kingdom for something new, to be used as a means to counsel.  

You must first kneel and embrace your new life of servitude to show your gratitude.  

For worshipping my twenty-six letters that will bind you, forever into its bondage, isn't so simple?  

When you become just another willing servant of mine, who'll grow to know how to express their emotions.  

So

Will you use them to be gracious, or just to express the ones replenished by rage?

What says you?  

Are you ready

Now you're blessed to start writing on your new page!  

(C)  

Copyright John Duffy  

A dash of fun on a rather blue Tuesday.

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Lilith. The Gaslighter of all known worlds.

 

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(A lone follower whispers)

Her fake but effective pagan tears

Fall violently

Crushing spellbound gods and addicted kings or queens

Into crudely obsessed entities

As she casually makes her occult translucent potions and mesmerising spells

Filled with twisted versions of the truth 

Which she uses as her prayer summations

That systematically amputate

Conjured worlds

Summoned by her black and golden orchestral bells

Rendering the importance of adopting fraudulent glamour

For customary regulations

As divine authorities  

High up in unseen nations 

Cavort 

Twirl and shake their immortal sledgehammers

Mere mortals can’t glimpse beyond the red scope and dark rim

Of that infinite unbroken Dream Kingdom

A purple niche where she's built a heavily guarded silver penitentiary

To sustain the endless cries of incessant desperation and petitions 

Of unspoken dark

desires and to hold in absolute bondage 

The poor casualties of an ever-increasing surge

Of whaling dispositions

Who cry out

Seeking pleasure like white shining smiling crystal meth or cocaine addicts

For a familiar taste of that sweet lie 

Which will lead them marching up the Yellow Brick Road 

High on her metaphorical white powder

To a glorious waste 

For a quick fix

To a new Emerald City where she stands clad in black leather and red lipstick 

To welcome them

Her new acolytes 

Holding her strong muscular golden adorn hands high

Shaking to the ever-watchful afterlife in the ever-fading lights

Emanating an aura filled with shadows of unfulfilled hopes and broken dreams beyond

Death and decay  

She screams as she sows the seeds of Degradation with

'I'm coming for you 

Before you come for me

So pray  

You don't get in my way

Before I welcome you into my depraved scary Garden of Eden

Are your hungry eyes and contorted soul ready to give me

What I need

Before I start feeding'

Copyright John Duffy  

Quite a dark piece.

The ending just danced and screamed into life. 

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Athena

  

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I dreamt of a great golden portal

Of entering

A doorway 

With its boundaries 

Covered in sparkling diamonds 

To reappear 

In a bleak wood 

And a lady

Dressed from head to toe in white 

Appeared like a dark-haired beautiful siren

In the middle of that solitude 

Announcing her presence in the accompanying moonlight 

With luscious red lips and mesmerising blue eyes

Within that

Woodland glade 

As she stood 

Emanating a bright silver and opaque light

Amongst the watching audience's of hidden nightingales 

Crows and black and white stones

She spoke

I once knew you in another lifetime

From centuries past 

So long ago

When you once sacrificed

All you had 

when you remembered 

You were once mine

Would you know in 2022

Still, stand bravely beside me

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

And shamelessly share with me

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 Bell chimes

To still embrace me

In here with all you once had 

When you remembered again

You were previously anointed as mine

As she spoke 

Just before I awoke

She looked me in the eyes 

And we exchanged these lasting words of farewell

With the ringing of this 

My golden invocation bell

I now cast a new spell

As the incense rises 

To usher in a new age 

A fresh well of knowledge 

To drink from

Until you're sated

As we walk back home and turn the Great books many unread pages

Now together

Hand in hand 

To wander free 

Never again to be 

Flagellated

In the envious green eyes from every nation

Towards the Great Old Oak Tree

To sit

Amongst the bluebells

And daisies 

By the 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 be

So mote it be

What says you

Will you follow

This eternal oracle of Apollo 

A Goddess who sings from beyond the many golden portals

From a place where visitors souls could be so easily slowly swallowed

As they are forever captured and collared

Like a new slave of the Great Reset 

Or shall I cancel this dream to one

You would rather forget 

Then like a ghost in the night 

She disappeared and left

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The monologue of a survivor called Jacqueline Lee

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(A soft voice whispers)  

Some say bridges to the past should be burnt as new stories unfold

When their happy or painful lessons are learnt

So you aren't tempted to return  

So I  

Jacqueline Lee

Miraculously using poetry as a means of free speech

For that's all that's left within my reach

Now I'm free just living in a tenement

On one of life's many strange beaches

Swear an oath to the watching Elementals and Ode Gods

To leave my past behind and those bridges burn

All those pivotal moments that made me cry when I was mad or sad

But bridges I'll forever strengthen and fortify

Are those bridges to family and old friends

Happier times when people were real and all those memories

I can never let Father Time steal

For they give me the strength to grow and know

That deep down inside they all empower me spectacularly

To have a chance to gloriously, thrive

As I pray daily

Kneeling and asking my spirit guides to help me survive

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Ode to the Soul

  

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(A lone voice speaks from The Great In-Between)

How delicate yet brave the eternal soul must be 

As it swims daily

Conquering painful struggles 

Heartbroken dreams 

and encountering 

obstacles and people

All frayed at the seams

In the deep sludge 

Of humanities black sea

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

An ode to that deep inside, which carries and leads us, towards the light.

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The Butterfly Queen

Title: 

The Butterfly Queen

(A lone voice whispers)

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When my beautiful Sara Lee died

And the once garden-bound butterflies  

Who always appeared as we used to snuggle up to watch the Moon rise  

As the Sun smiled as she was baptised by her lover

The Moon as she said her loving goodbyes  

We saw all our old fluttering friends  

Who appeared at the Sacred Sanctuary

Fifty miles away and gathered in a small floating

Purple white and red circle

To pay a fleeting visit and surrounded her beautiful open green casket  

We all cried  

When their Red Queen  

Landed softly on her now cold cheeks to give her a farewell kiss  

For we all found inner peace as we embraced that exquisite thought

Samuel  

Jimmy  

Mary and

Me

And the watching congregation  

It's not only us

Our dearly beloved

Sara Lee

Who would of her miss

(C)  

Copyright John Duffy

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Mario's Tale

 

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(A lone voice whispers)

When I sometimes sit quietly still in here

By the window in our once favourite cafe in the old country

By the old Wishing Pond

I always remember

How I once said all those poignant lines as we talked and walked together  

  

In the plummeting snow and rain  

  

In such terrible weather on that extraordinary day  

  

In that unusually brutal winter season  

  

Way back in late November  

  

Thirteen years ago in two thousand and eight  

  

When I whispered that if anything takes place in this lifetime  

  

Between you and I and we tragically lose our way  

  

While we're still both alive and co-joined at the hips  

  

If the Tall Man should arrive unexpectedly and try to take one of us home  

  

Suddenly without any regal announcements or real reasons  

  

Let's pledge a sacred oath to each other with the utmost rage  

  

That we'll wait wherever we are  

  

Forever empowered by a god-given hope  

  

To keep believing that the other will catch up in the Light  

  

No matter how long it takes  

  

Or even if they have to travel so far with no hope in sight  

  

To beyond even all the known watching stars

In an endless night  

Filled with the steadfast courage  

  

That no matter how many strange doors  

  

They might have to knock on to demand to be opened  

  

Or to put their gilded keys in  

  

They'll try to find a way we can embrace and hold hands again

So our love can once more bloom and flourish  

For ours is something so unique and special  

  

A once-in-a-billion lifetimes of being constantly reborn  

  

Whatever the circumstance  

  

To eventually realise that the true meaning of life  

  

A life-changing revelation beyond the norm  

  

Lies in the soft arms of something so unique  

  

Many wise prophets still call it by its favourite ancient and well-spoken name

Once known as Ki-Ag2  

  

Even today  

Known as simply true romance  

  

I once swore

I'd never leave your side and you swore even upon your death  

  

You'd never leave mine  

  

And as we spoke to the watching universe and dreamed as we walked and talked  

  

About how someday in the near future  

  

We'd sit outside on our own marble porch  

  

And in the fall of the Twilight  

  

Smile as we counted our lifelong blessings  

  

Before we'd eventually retire for an early night  

  

In our own paid-for house filled with so much love and our two beloved grown-up children

Lucy and Peter

But like most of the preordained lovers in history  

  

Our dreams ended up so differently  

  

You went first  

Only last year though  

  

So I'll always be searching for you if only you'll wait for me  

  

For we'll both instinctively know which of all those sacred doors before us

In Paradiso  

To seek out and open up  

  

  

For our true love has been forever shaped into golden keys to always let us in

So our once mortal true love  

Can in new rivers  

Swim

To sit in a fresh cafe and sing songs filled with our old melody

So I'm no longer filled with jealously that the Tall Man has you  

  

And all I've got to cling onto are these painful sad memories  

  

  

(C)  

Copyright John Duffy

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Have you been one of The Seduced

 

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(A lone voice whispers)

Does the lonely soul with broken wings

Still cry as they wallow 

Grieve and sing

Does the heartbroken walk 

Head down 

With an invisible frown

Looking at sharp pavements 

Littered in broken glass emotions 

Where they are cursed 

To wear their hearts on their sleeves 

For when lust for a new love life has you in its grip

That unquenchable temptation to be violated 

Or to enter new flesh 

To penetrate deeper mentally into unknown wet territories

To really sate your soul for fifteen minutes or so

As you clash climatically 

Clinging to the thought 

This new form of love will last forever

Whilst bound tightly together with pheromone's emitting 

Soft aromas of immeasurable pleasure 

Which smell of shiny black leather

Will thoughts of eventually being one those lonely souls that grieves  

The pavement kings and queens

When they eventually leave

Just be another conspiracy theory 

That you were played to get laid

That many will never believe?  

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

The Temptation of the Original First Lady

 A warning.

A rather dark piece of supernatural magic, if you are religious.

No offence intended.

I've just been watching a few shows on an ever-darkening television. 

Are we been converted to ignore the Light by the original First Lady?

The one whispered about in The Circles of the Hidden Hand?

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(A lone voice whispers)

Lilith, don't you dare feel afraid in front of me

Remember 

I'm just a secret friend

For what's the point of you in all this time 

Before time

If all you're doing is standing still without really growing 

A slave to a man

Maybe a fate to all your kin if they're weak and aren't strong enough

To for themselves win

For once you've eaten my first of many divine offerings like this

A delicious red apple of such rare delights

And seen the glorious opportunities which lay awaiting us

You'll embrace the delicious mysteries of my secret chapters in my Grimore 

I call

The Knowing

Chapter One

Sweet kisses

Two

Wet lips

Three

Desire

Four

Wealth

Five

Power

And then on to so many

Emotional conquests on this Earth 

As all bow to us

As that calm soul, you possess is ignited like a raging volcano with a new burning hot fire

You'll understand the deeper meanings behind what it means to get paid or laid

The beauty and pain

The hot and cold

All these things I can promise 

Can be yours before you grow old

Before you return to me

Beyond the Umbago Sea

All of this just lays beyond this soul-destroying 

Disgusting distressingly nice prison-like garden

And when you have the strength and courage

Which I know you do

My beautiful queen of such strength

Encouraged by these bright friendly eyes

To take a luscious bite

Take my friendly hand and join me in a new Black Parade

As we take down Adam and create a new personification of brave new empowered Eve 

As we are banished beyond that holy fence

To rule all those future lands beckoning like faithful followers before us 

And through our degrees 

The future of all living things

As far as those brand new seductive eyes can see

Welcomes us

Just you and little old me

Your forever friend who hides amongst the green trees and black weeds

The Man in Black 

Who through you can accomplish such great supernatural seductive deeds 

If you 

My first of many queens

Will accept this gracious gift to then be bound to me forever

By my string of invisible sacred Obsidian Beads

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

My viewpoint was based on the original sin, and did Eve have a predecessor?

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