Have faith. Love will come when she's ready!

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Narrated by the so-talented Clinton. R.

Johnson

An Angel Speaks

  A lone voice whispers

We the invisible Angels

Gods Nurses

Always smile down at you

Like a kind nurse does

To rows of sorrowful patients

Which sometimes lay before us

Especially like here

On Ward Twenty-One of Saint Peters's hospital 

In New Brunswick

New Jersey 

Particularly the sorry souls 

The broken or bent

For it's why we are summoned 

By heartfelt prayers 

Invisible guests trying to answer

Requests

Whispered to be heard 

For them to be dutifully resolved as they are sensed 

When sent

The smile I always carry 

Isn't a smile of ill judgement 

Or dismay 

But of immense hope 

For me to find a way 

To help change the tragic vibrations at play

For I know the recently diagnosed patient 

For that's what we call you

Will find the tenacity and strength to eventually cope

Whatever the outcome 

For they all do 

It's a silent degree

A potent line spoken by your sympathetic Almighty 

Which you will at some point

 Too feel

For all things 

Follow something angelic 

All you have to do 

Is call for us 

By prayer

To summon us 

Angels from just somewhere

For we are really everywhere 

Not just in the secret halls 

Of The Great In-Between

We

The bringers of such priceless gilded envelopes of Hope 

To help soothe the soul

We 

The invisible folk

Who follow you like we're your own betrothed guardian philanthropists

Just huddled together

Here

Never sleeping 

But waiting in the shade of the Great In-Between 

By

The Eternal Water Oaks

Waiting for psychic calls to spring into action

For it's why we exist

To help bring your Spiritus

Some form of self-satisfaction 

To offer respite 

Despite the seemingly soft kiss of depression

On dark lonely nights

Call to us

Whenever you need us

Send us your heavy words

Into the swirling grey mists

Which move and flow all around you

With an phenomenal supernatural intelligence 

For it's a bridge to us

The Un-Sleepers

Hiding in the Grey Smoke 

Just waiting 

By The Great Grey Oaks 

For a lone voice

Maybe like yours

Who needs our help 

To sometimes cope

 (C)

Copyright John Duffy

Channelling King Arthur

  

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(A regal voice whispers)  

Oh Here  

She Comes

Oh Here  

She Comes

Oh Blessed Be  

Oh Blessed be

Tonight the Goddess of Fertility and Motherhood

Appears on her white charger

To enchant and tempt all

Who wish to follow her

To her Faeryland

Ashera

The Goddess

At this dire hour

Comes forth

And rides in front  

For all the anointed

To see Her

Gowned from head to toe

In a golden and green  

Priceless steel armour

A true beauty of so  

much Love and Light

With such beautiful brown opal eyes

Which glow

Like hidden fires

Once lit  

In secret woodland groves

Who no one  

Only the good

Dare to follow

For they know  

Instinctively

The secret way

To the  

Magical Doorway

In the Sacred Oak

So if you see or feel a gust of musty wind

Or smell a divine scent

That all your five senses are invoked

And conquered with such an exotic abundance

Of wild divine energy

For that's her biomarker

When she chooses to appear to the young

The old and elderly

Who may be in jeopardy

For she's Heaven sent

And hear the sound of her approaching steed's

Golden bells  

That ring

Which hang on the necks on their black leather harnesses

So they can joyously  

In unison

Rhythmically sing

It might be best to lay in the wide shades

Of your woodland hides

If you're tainted with sin

Way  

Way

In the deep green green grass

And you she will pass

Or you could follow  

Like a true believer of Apollo

As she rides

While above you

Skies above your New Age

Gradually gets darker

With the cries for war  

Created worldwide famine

And soon-to-be global financial horror and ruin

Back to her Blessed Hollow

Beyond the Magical Doorway

To the Hidden Realm

Where I too reside

In Sweet Lands  

Of The Great Sacred Oak

For her and her many  

Fairy Folk

Tonight  

They raid

For here will soon come  

The Wild Riders

From across The Shee

Smiling gleefully  

Totally unafraid

So tonight  

This incantation

Whisper by I

Once known as  

King Arthur

The First Knight

Of the Secret Guild

Of The Half-Light

Commands you all  

To light

All the yellow hay-like beacons

Within your inquisitive minds

To create your own versions

Of my once treasured  

Bridles Way

In England

To guide the Named Few

Maybe even you

To cross the Fairy folk's Fells

So in this year  

Reeking of fear

The wildfires of Fertility and Motherhood

Can continue to burn within you

Without shedding a tear

So the seductive Myloto Dance

Can once more truly  

Come alive

So many can dance  

Play  

Lay

Pray or sing

With the new freedom, they've never felt before

The Dawn cockerel screams

To break her hypnotic enchanting spell

As the rising morning  

Sun

Once more  

Announces

It's  

Closing that magical paranormal portal

Back to her Sacred Hollow

For the brave few  

That queued in procession

The whole night through

When they found the courage and followed

So her golden precious bells

To them

Could sing  

Forever

A proclamation to defeat all known deep depressions

For they like me  

And many others

Will soon be annotated

To be reborn  

Immortal

To live in happiness

With our beloved  Ashera

A beautiful goddess of Heaven

Just not known to many

Still living mortals

Still living mortals

Who'll never find the way 

Or the Keys of Courage

To crossover 

By using her secret magical 

 

Paranormal  

Portal

(C)  

Copyright John Duffy

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Falling in Love

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Falling in love

A journey of

Delirium and Desolation

Started usually with

Ecstasy and Extreme Happiness

Tied and held tightly together 

Forever

With a devilish purple bow

Of humanities addiction 

To physiological madness

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Foundation of the piece.

The two D's represents heartbreak, divorce, grief.

Been cheated on. And so much more.

The two E's represents the emotional peaks. 

The incredible highs. The feelings of being wanted.

Like holding hands in the rain and smiling.And so much more.

If you know, you know.

And the Purple Bow represents how you can't have one or two, without the others.

Just in different forms.

Like sisters and brothers.

You may have never experienced the two D's, lived a perfect life with the two E's.

But the D's can suddenly appear when you least expect it. (Grief)

For Death is like a lover too. 

For he's courted and coveted you all your life, just waiting for a chance to dance,

The Last Dance.

For he's just in love, too. 

The D's and E's.

An all-consuming addiction

For those interested

Entwined like green ivy

 Around Huzuni

A grey metaphorical tree 

Those in Swahili 

Call Sadness.

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The Ayahuasca Warrior

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Into the Mythical UnderMouth

Known as The Dark Abyss

I went

Swirling like a lost Autumn leaf

In strange winds  

Heaven sent

Merging like a well-drilled soldier

Into the fine lines  

Of the Universe's timeless dust

I travelled up high

Into the higher kingdoms of The Astral Realms

To mysterious crossroads of The Undreamt

Then to unvisited corners never seen before by others

Into another dimension of Time and Space

Colliding into other faceless atoms

Of golden rusty dust

Where one whispered

She would be my mother  

In another life

She would nurture and get me ready for my future wife

Then that special atom flowed on

Farther still I travelled

Crashing still into other atoms as they too

Came along

Some confessed they would be my father

Sisters and brothers

But what pinned me and held me transfixed the most

Was that golden moment

Lost among that purple and hue

When a shimmering colourful cloud whispered

Before it too passed by

Like an unearthly ghost

I will be sent forward

Just for you

Forever to be your only true lover

My name is irrelevant for we will be reunited

Over the aeons

Again and again

For we are translucent beings of immortality

And in that moment of magical clarity

I knew I had found all the answers

To all my questions as she too drifted by

Flickering like a wind-blown flame

Towards a glowing light, I could not name

We are but pawns in the Greatest of all Games

But given a supreme supporting cast

Which acts as our deposit or bond

To help love and guide us  

Whilst alive

And running around in its many diverse classes

For as long as the Greatest of all Games  

Lasts

And then into  

The Great Beyond

(C)  

Copyright John Duffy

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Dolores Speaks

 (A lone voice whispers)

 

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I always wondered

In those quiet moments spent on my own

When I was young

 

Alone in Limerick

 

How it would all

Eventually end

 

For all great things are so temporal

 

And my beloved family and

Friends

 

 Are so badly missed

Now

I’m reborn as something else

 

Just one of the many

Dearly departed

 

Like Julius Caesar and Cleopatra

 

We all once lovingly sang together in unison

In our own divine

Red Church

 

In the Spire of St. Mary's Cathedral

 

A place I retreated to

Filled with lingering hopes and deep dreams

When everything just hurt

 

But in the end

 

Like ridiculous childish thoughts

Golden red rose promises and

All great things

 

They now

Lay in memory-filled ruins

In here

The Great In-Between

 

Where the grey zombies

Sometimes surround and analyze me

In these dark corners

 

As they once again

Live amongst us 

 

The heartbroken mourners

 

Now just like in

The Quiet Man

 

Those broken old promises and thoughts

Are slowly been blown away

Softly

 

But I still stand strong like

A reborn Maureen O'Hara

 

Entangled forever

Emotionally

 

Within this southern

Wind-blown dirt

 

You were so beautiful

My old love

But now you dance

Alone

 

In that

Ralph Lauren

White polo tee-shirt

 

I once bought

 

I was your

Raven-haired queen

And you my king

 

But now

I'm just another lost soul

Filled with wild animal instincts

 

Stuck in a black cloudless

Prison

 

A kangaroo court

Which finally tore us

Apart

 

No matter

What I hear

Or feel in here

 

Wherever I fall short

 

No matter how hard those memories

Of my old life

 Hurts

 

No matter how they all  cut so deep

Like a butchers sharp

Devoted knife

 

I will always rise

 

Because I know

I was born under the protection of

The Lady of the Seven Dolours

 

To always survive even in this

The afterlife

 

I know I can’t be with you all

And it's not my imagination

 

Or anything else that calls

Or even me

 

Playing new games

 

In here

From the Great In-Between

Where I now live on

Unseen

 

But just a kind soul

Who tried to be a friend

 

To many strangers

 

I hope you all have a wonderful life and shine so bright

With as many names

As you all own

 

As my time before you

Quickly ticks out

 

But I promise 

I'll take all those stage full of playful memories

We once shared

And keep them safely tucked away

 

Now I’m on my last journey

Home

 

You were once all

My sparkling treasures in the dirt

And the darkness

 

When old childhood memories returned and

Everything

Just hurt

 

I'll see you all so soon

Because I’ll always wait by the

Holy River

 

Of which everyone speaks

 

Where I know the Lord

 

Will bless

Anoint and forgive us

 

For all those moments we sinned

Whenever we were weak

 

My song may have ended

But I can on;y pray my memories still linger on

 

I was on born on the sixth

Of September 1971 

In Ballybricken

 

County Limerick in Ireland

 

It’s where I’ll return

If I can

 

Home to The Emerald Isle

Where I was once laid to rest

 

I still love you all

And it’s because of that love

 

I return

For I still feel so blessed

 

To have this final chance to say

Goodbye

 

Even though

Deep down inside

My poor soul still cries

 

(C)

Copyright  JOHN DUFFY

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An old monologue for a theatre/film project which Covid stopped.

Logline:

What would the dearly departed say, if they got one last chance?

Dolores Mary Eileen O'Riordan was an Irish musician, singer and songwriter.

She was best known as the lead vocalist and lyricist for the alternative rock band Cranberries.

She, unfortunately, passed over in January 2018.

Would you watch a supernatural film with poetry as its dialogue?

Gabriel's Song

(A lone voice sings)

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My love

My Marie 

Hear my tired voice 

Wherever you are

In Tennessee 

For this is the only love song 

I'll ever sing for you

All the way from Mexico 

Sent via email 

For I miss you so

Like the Cordonazo winds

That blows

Oh my true love

Don't lie to me

And give me no choice

But to let the fake ones 

Rejoice

When you eventually 

Come in

Crying fake tears

Which I know may

Sparkle and shine

Filled with sin

For all to see

I even lit a white candle 

Kneeled and prayed 

At a quarter past three

Way past midnight

Late last night

Praying you'd come back to me

Prayed you'd tell me 

Where you went 

Late last night

Prayed you'd tell me the truth

When you get here

Before I hear it on the grapevine

The Grapevine 

Our red community line

For I just need you 

To come back

To talk it through

Lay out new plans 

And see Hope 

Come walking into view

That's why I lit a white candle 

And prayed 

So the Ode Gods could intervene 

With their powers

From The Great In-Between

And allow us

To be how it used to be

Will you leave 

Tennessee

Come back to Mexico

To take my hand again

For all to see

So this is my only love song

Sung just for you

As I fall to my knees

Pleading to The Olde Gods

In The Great In-Between

For I miss you so

Just come back to me

Or have you met someone else

And has your love for me froze

Leaving me 

Sat out in the cold

As this wild 

Cordonazo wind

Blows 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Have you got a true Friend to say this to?

(A lone voice whispers)

Some people come into our lives

By His profound wish  

Like a flickering candle

Some people flicker briefly into our existence

Then extinguish

But you're one in a million

A friendship  

No power can diminish

So drink in these words

That will always be distinguished

For our friendship is like being open

To whatever this life brings

The pain  

Suffering  

The smiles and happiness

Standing beside those whose kindness and compassion

With courage  

Helps our soul as it sings

Beyond the voices of misery

Grief or sadness

(C)  

John Duffy

Memories

 

(A lone voice whispers)

On sensual virginal seas  

At eighteen

We first met

As we locked eyes  

Across a crowded bar

In downtown  

At the Mid Crown

Oh  

How the Greek Love Gods must have wept

In joyous song

As our auras and frequency matched

Sending two identical holy luminous beacons

Bursting from our metaphysical lighthouses

Straight up  

Vertically

Into a mysterious dark midnight sky

But now at eighty-five

After so much time has passed by

Only distant memories remain

But they call out to me

Like Odysseus sirens

With profound care  

To always remind me

So vividly and viscerally of my wild uncouth youth

When I was somewhere extraordinarily magical

With my beloved Rosalie

A true red rose  

Who still to this day

Continues to bloom in every perceptual way

Especially  

Before I visit the god of sleep

Morpheus

In this very lonely nursing room  

  

For a long time ago

With the rise of the white Valentine's moon

At eighteen

She kissed my soft lips

And her sweet-tasting red lipstick possessed a part of my soul

That compels me in moments of solitude

Like this

To think of my first love  

And to never forget

The only woman

Who once swallowed my soul whole

And got my spirit so wet

I can still see the faint outlines

Of her so beautiful enchanting

Spellbinding silhouette

(C)  

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Winter Blues

 

Although I

For my old Love

Still quietly greave

My precious memories of her

Will never leave

For even as these brown winter leaves 

Fall

Even though she's seemed to have disappeared forever

To where I know not of

Or even fear

I know deep down inside

We'll once more stand tall

Together in all seasons and weathers

For as Virgil once wrote

I feel like Gallus telling Lycoris

Omnia Vincit Amor 

For Only True Love can conquer all

(C)

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