. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Wednesday, July 27, 2022

Sylvia. The Fire Nurse.

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Salute.


(A warm voice whispers)


Salut Soldat (Hey soldier)


Jeremiah says it's soon your time and I should visit to prepare you to cross over


So here I am


Please forget the past for it will haunt you into Eternity in here

For when the grey smoke came

When you fell asleep while on sentry duty in Forty-Three 


With Billy Boy and Henry


While you all guarded that old hospital in war-torn France


For the Resistance and me


Drunk on moonshine while smoking 


I just held onto a soft hand as it suddenly appeared 

With a whisper saying


Sylvia

It's time to meet me

Your guardian Angel Jeremiah


As I started choking when all the German bombs started exploding


But don't forget me 

After all these years


For even though now my time is done


It's you

I still see


I miss you, so never feel guilty


And I'll always wait for you 


Standing here by this

Eternal Holy Sea


Sleep now 

My love

For I'll just return


Tomorrow morning at three am when it's your time


So we can share a new dream of a beautiful place where we first met


A unique place where we both can hold hands like we once used to do


In Calais

 

Before life killed me and we can once more walk on soft yellow beaches

Singing


Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien

For I don't regret anything


As far as our Astral Eyes can see 

For all Eternity 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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



Tuesday, July 26, 2022

The Queen of Words Monologue

 


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Salute.



(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.


Salute.


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Monday, July 25, 2022

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. 


Salute.


Athena

  


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Salute. 


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


Copyright John Duffy 

Sunday, July 24, 2022

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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Saturday, July 23, 2022

Ode to the Soul

  


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Salute.


(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.

Salute. 

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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Friday, July 22, 2022

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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Wednesday, July 20, 2022

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 Mage