. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Sunday, September 4, 2022

Virgil's Appendix Vergiliana




Conjuring words  

Baptised in an ocean of pain  

So I no longer need to flounder


(C)  

Copyright John Duffy


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Senryu


Like a tornado

Destroying my perfect life

I fell into love


(C)

Copyright John Duffy

If Hope could Speak



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When that heartbreak you feel  

Shows up in your face  

  

And whispers you should feel abandoned and disgraced


When your feelings have been torn in two


No matter what you do


To the point where you can't pretend


And you beg that pain would end


Look for me in any mirror  

Your eternal friend


Hope


The devourer of pain and holy terror


Your appointed guardian angel and light bearer


For I will carry you for a million years


Try to wipe away and stop any painful tears


Banish fear jealously and hate


As your life, I try to steer


For there is nothing that I wouldn't do


To bring happiness  

My gift


To be opened by you


For I so loved the world  

And so love you too


And will pick you up whenever you fall


Now smile  

  

Just whisper these lines and I'll appear to help you renew


As I carry your lifes banner  

For all to see


Omnia Vincit Amor

For love does conquer all



(C)  

Copyright John Duffy


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Friday, September 2, 2022

A Soldiers Love Letter

 

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(A lone voice sings. Can you hear them in your mind?)


Sometimes

In the middle of the night


I lie awake


Thinking of her


My beloved lover and me


As I drift into the grey clouds and wet mists of the Great In-Between


Is she lost in gentle dreams filled with love stories


Walking alone by the crashing Pacific blue sea  



Does she know


My love for her  

Travels like a best friend


By my side

Everywhere I go


A lone thought always lingers


Though


Whenever my heart says to ring her


  

Will she know how much she means to me


If I died  

And ended up in


Purgatory


So sometimes  

In the middle of the long night


I lie awake

Thinking of her


My lover and me


As I drift off into the Great In-Between  



Praying to meet her in gentle dreams


So we can walk arm in arm


By the crashing blue sea



So sometimes

In the middle of the night  



I lie awake

Thinking of her  



My beloved lover and me


As I drift into the grey clouds and wet mists of the Great In-Between  



Is she lost in gentle dreams filled with love stories



Walking alone by the crashing Pacific blue sea  

  



Does she know 

My love for her

Travels like a best friend  



By my side

Everywhere I go



A lone thought always lingers 

Though  



Whenever my heart says to ring her  



Will she know how much she means to me 



If I died

And ended up in 

Purgatory



So sometimes


In the middle of the long night  



I lie awake

Thinking of her  



My beloved lover and me



As I drift off into the Great In-Between  

  



Praying to meet her in a gentle dreams  



So we can walk arm in arm  

By the crashing blue sea  



(C)


Copyright John Duffy  





Wednesday, August 31, 2022

Have you been one of The Seduced

  

Title: 

Have you been one of The Seduced 


(A lone voice whispers)


Does the lonely soul with broken wings


Still cry as they wallow and grieve


Does the heartbroken walk 

Head down 

With an invisible frown


Looking at sharp pavements 

Littered in broken glass emotions 


When they are cursed 

To wear their hearts on their sleeves 


For when lust for a new love life has you in its tight 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 onto the thought that this new form of love will last forever


Whilst bound tightly together with pheromone emitting 

Soft aromas of immeasurable pleasure 


Which smells of shiny black leather


Will thoughts of eventually being one of those lonely souls that grieve  


When they eventually leave


Just be another conspiracy theory 

That you were played to get laid


That many will never believe?  


As you walk on lonely pavements like so many of those deceived


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


Tuesday, August 30, 2022

Are you an Imajician?

 



Have you visited the Wetlands of The Great Imajaca


To the Others called Imagination and got drenched


A wild and sometimes dangerous place


The Mundane plead to peruse and use but through social conditioning


The fear of standing out in the rain


Anxiety linked to feeling and experiencing newer visceral or sensational emotions


The Lands of The Great Imajaca may them to


It may as well lie at the bottom of the Mariana Trench


(C)  

Copyright John Duffy


It's quite a deep piece.


Many I know personally aspire to write, but are held back by what their peers may think.


The anxiety they feel linked to looking inside themselves through introspection.  



Using their imagination to create instead of posting already created memes, on social media.


Imajician is simply a play on magician.


In this case a conjurer of words.


An explorer into the wetlands of the human experience.


The dark and light.  

A place many writers, visit.


Salute.

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The Glastonbury Queen

  


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(A lone voice whispers)

I'll always remember Mary Jane

She had such energy that to this day 

Still remains


Let me begin by singing


--------


She shuns small talk outside quiet parks

For late-night smoking blunts 



Filled with confessions of the heart



She turns down old school reunions 

With the popular crowds



For she'd rather go on wild adventures 


And unknown road-trips



Without any compasses or even road maps



Just so you can get lost together 
Carrying old treasured backpacks




She shuns new pop music playing on loop


On the radio


But just loves good old folk music and rock and roll


For she's a wanderer 


Just born with a wandering soul


She just goes where her brazen heart


Whispers to her to go


And to all within her reach
When she's lucid and high 


Feeling the need


These lines she just loves to stand up and preach


Come unto me 
All within my reach


And I will whisper into your hypnotised eyes


To teach


All who gather unseen


All around you
Send love and light


To carry you through those long sleepless nights


Even though you may feel weary and down


The smiling days are soon to come


So gather up all your troubles and woes


Throw them into the winds of redemption

That quietly blows


Always carry your sun in your golden locket


And hold the moon prisoner in your coat pockets


Dance in spirit and never wave your white flag


But be free and majestic


Like the white stag
The true king of the forest


For you're a beautiful wild wanderer


Wherever you are


For we're just limitless passengers

Riding blindly to a finish line 


Within Father Times old car


Wanderers 
Just gathered together
Once more


No longer lost
But with people we adore

Just drifting


Forever
Underneath the endless white twinkling stars


Just together to reminisce 
About all the people 


We love and still miss


And places we've visited 


And wished we'd never said goodbye


So drink up tonight as the midnight sunsets


And let's make it a night
History will never forget

---------

Oh how I loved that woman 
Called Mary Jane


The only woman I've met


Who lived her life filled with no regrets


(C) 
Copyright John Duffy

Saturday, August 27, 2022

Were you on Google Plus?


 My blogs has just hit 18,000 views.

Hopefully, I get the above views before my light's recalled, when I was on Google Plus.

I took this screenshot before hitting 5+ million views.

The highlight been a moderator of 40+ 000 talented poets on a wonderful poetry community.

Should we try to share our light with others?

Have a wonderful day or night wherever you are.

Salute.




Friday, August 26, 2022

Daraya's story. Does True Love live on after Death?

  


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(A lone voice whispers)



Do you still miss me before we were destroyed and betrayed 





Would you tell anyone the truth 

Even if God forced you to confess under duress 





Although I know I've caused you so much distress





Does your inner circle still revolt like 

Mary Harris Jones





The grandmother of all agitators

Casting wild spells
When they hear my name





Whenever you visit friends who respond with wide alligator smiles

Before commenting on my tragic previous lifestyle





Like one of its many unwarranted  administrators





I may now dance amongst the silvery stars 

No longer a member of your life's smiling parade

 



No more to sing 
Smile or kiss





No more to hold hands with someone they really miss and watch the sunset

Lost in each others eyes in total bliss





But if only I could see you one last time

I would move heaven and earth like Che Guevara





For you are my candelabra in the darkness

My second heartbeat





Which always wakes me like my own version of Desiderata

At 4 am





In the middle of each lonely heartbroken night

In here


Amongst the ever-moving shadows of The Great In-Between


I miss you 
Alanna

I just hope and pray you're happy still living pill free 



In a new era





So just remember me
Your forever one and only
Daraya





The silent watcher who's now a citizen on the other side





Lost 
But happy tonight



Just listening to Prince Rogers Nelson perform a show and sing 





Sometimes it snows in April





In The Hotel California


As the Pharisee's Golden Bells 
Hidden all around us 
Rings


(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Tuesday, August 23, 2022

The Jilted Grooms Monologue


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(A lone voice whispers)


Is there nothing more wicked that you could do to me


In front of everyone to see


As I sit here after being alone in that beautiful vicar's annexe room


But all said done


I'm still crying out for you and for some much-needed hope and sympathy


All I ever wanted was some divine blessings


Love and understanding so you could change


And find peace for all those sad times you went missing after work


I know you heard me crying


When you saw me in church last week before the wedding


Praying and kneeling


Trying to burn away all those old feelings and temptations to confront you


Which are still so terrifying


I just wish you'd forgive me


For deep inside  

All this old pain is constantly swirling and rising


And it's why I'm no longer smiling


For life without you as my fabulous wife


Feels like I'm slowly dying and being cut open by emotions sharp knife


Raw sensations which just keep twisting


Growing and shouting to be heard in this eerie silence


I know there can be no more hiding


No refuge from the irrefutable truth why you left


No more buying expensive sparkling diamond rings to turn off my warning bells and sirens


No more red wine and opening shining elegant gifts


No matter how perfect the timing is


So I'll just keep trying to cope


Hoping in time I'll grow strong enough to keep fighting


Strong enough to find out who was waiting on the other side


Strong enough to stop drowning in tears


Strong enough to find hope and try to restart celebrating


And in time  

God willing


Find me that piece of treasure that will instantly light up my sad life like you once did


Like a bolt of bright lightning


But until then  

If you ever see me crying


Just know it's my price for trying to come into Gods house to exchange vows


Whilst carrying an invisible suitcase


Filled with stories of your cheating and lying


(C)  

Copyright John Duffy


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(Before you enquire: of course it's made up :nerd:)

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