The SpellBinder

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(A lone voice whispers)

To the new muses reading these lines.... 

Can you feel me 

Somewhere

In there 

For within your mind 

I now walk

Can you can hear my sweet voice 

Echoing everywhere 

As I now talk

Can you feel me

Slowly creeping

Through those cautious

Unexplored sleeping 

Corridors of your deep mind

As I pause 

Invisible 

By your side 

And shamelessly 

Whisper 

This spellbinding rhyme

For 

You are now mine

So says 

These seals of King Solomon

You may try to pass it 

Away as a sensuous 

Strange wet dream

A leftover from

A recent trip to The Great In-Between 

You may convince yourself 

It's only your fertile 

Imagination

But believe me

It's real 

Like all-night ravens

And you will see and 

Embrace it in 

Time

For

You are mine now

So says 

These magical sigils 

Of King Solomon

And from the 

Black Grimoires

Stolen like

A common market thief

From the Devil's Keep

I invocate this spell

To appear in your dreams

As you sleep

So now 

You'll dream of me 

Forever 

Until we meet

For I've cast your name 

Into my black cauldron 

To make my portion of Gestalten 

And there's no one else

To blame 

As time runs

So 

Don't question yourself 

When you 

Unconsciously 

Start counting down 

The dogeared days  

And seemingly endless nights

Tossing and turning

Restless and filled 

With angst 

In so many unnatural ways

For

You are now mine

So says 

This magical gift

I own

Like King Solomon 

So be it 

Now repeat it

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

The chant poem is about as old as poetry itself. 

In fact, it could be the first form poetry took.

Chant poems simply incorporate repetitive lines that form a sort of sensuous hypnotic rhythm

But be warned 

For there is a certain form of supernatural magic 

That manifests within their repetition

Let me know if you dream about me

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Song of The Broken

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(A lone voice sings)

 Sometimes

Life is so cruel 

And ain't no fun

And there is nothing more 

You could have done

But

If only 

I could have met you

When I was young

Carefree 

And always

On the run

You would be 

My only one

So I sing this song

In front of 

Everyone

When you wake 

Underneath

The midnight sun

Just know I care 

All said and done

And life's so cruel

Crushing love

Like a hit and run

Before anything 

Has begun

We could have had it all

We could have had it all

But

Sometimes

Life is so cruel 

Ain't no fun

And there is nothing more 

I could have done

If only 

I met you

While I was young

Carefree 

And always

On the run

You would now be 

My only one

And even now

As I look back 

On my life

In faded books

Underneath

This midnight sun

I know my end times

Has just begun

But Mon Cheri

Know this

After all these years

Together spiritually

You'll always still be 

My only one

It's just sometimes

True love 

Can be shot down

By Fates many 

Hidden guns

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

For the many unknown poets

 (A lone voice whispers)

If your brain hums and flutters

In tune 

With those rare vibrations 

Of that most extraordinary of all written things 

Called Poetry

Especially

In these days of soul-draining 

Social media 

And AI-driven 

Technology

You do realise

You've been given a spiritual passport 

To connect with

Visions

Emotional energy

And so many other frequencies

Only blessed people of any age 

Like thee

Can truly see

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Madame Poetry. The ghost who haunts me in the darkness.

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It’s 4 am and the Ghost who haunts me called, Madam Poetry, has been.

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(A lone female voice whispers)

You

Yes you

The one I shall conjure into life

As my ancient heart burns

Like a magnificent volcano

You need no man-made laws

 

Remits or long-standing 

eulogies that bleed

Like Lilith’s old red rivers

To truly embrace me

For

You are all like the darkness 

Its worldly settlement 

When you choose to hate

It's dark visceral vicious 

Sludge

But when you emit love 

You are like soft

Echoes of reborn

Angels 

Made of blessed

Anointed gold

But Who are you all 

Individually 

To view and 

Demonise 

When you choose to 

Ignore compassion and instead 

Judge

For 

Some human emotions flow towards 

My huge imperial castles

Hidden in these mists

Floating above your life cycles mud

Built by my

Old master craftsmen 

Out of solid silver 

Before the Great Flood 

In the middle of my

Spiritual Sun

But for those 

Who gravitate still

Towards Hate

Their emotions flow 

To One of my fallen angels 

Dark Wormwood Star castles 

As with our ethereal 

Pact 

Of free will 

Such as all abide by 

Who are

Born into life

The freedom to 

Choose which path

Their existence runs

But

Do I not discover in you

Something so darn exquisite 

Within your 

Ever-watchful luminous 

Translucent eyes

Lost musings of 

Hidden strands

Of something 

Implored 

That all cling to

Like an old addiction 

They call euphoria

A subtle hint of something 

Mischievous 

Or 

Insidiously so glorious

A divine echo of a tantalising

Coveted 

Heaven

Or a seductive shadowy 

Towpath 

To Baiels destructive Hell

But

Within all the flowering 

Cosmos 

You shall never stand alone

For my words will

Carry me to you in the four 

Winds

Through undisclosed caves and 

Magnificent green trees

Fast-flowing brooks and carried aloft and whispered in secret

Underground streams

Beyond 

Old Villages and newly built 

Metropolitan cities

And wherever you’ll be

To hold you tightly just 

Once again 

Where I’ll stand still 

Just invisible 

Spirituality drunk and forever drowning 

Entwining and 

Overflowing with sweet 

Divine sympathy

Is it but an ephemeral 

Omnipresent God's never-ending deep dream

To once again dutifully bathe

And welcome you eventually home with 

Wide open arms

For you to embrace me forever

 

Your blessed chosen celestial deity 

Who once gave you 

Through my first creations appearance

Adam and my beloved 

Eve

To always be open

To extending kindness 

Through 

One of my old gifts 

Simply called empathy as I silently pray

You never have to grieve

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

For The Woman in my Dreams

(A lone voice whispers)

We met so long ago

By the Hidden Creek 

Of the Lone Cherokee

Somewhere up

In the magical circle 

In wild black bear

High-tree country

In good old Tennessee 

Surviving with torn-out hearts

And broken in two dreams

We locked eyes 

From somewhere so deep

That Morpheus couldn't tempt us 

To go to sleep

Time flew by 

Happiness 

Came like a gift from 

On High

But now 

Deep down inside

We weep 

And silently

Cry

Broken just a little bit more

Tiredness 

Creeping up relentlessly 

Even More

By life and its wealth of sacred wars

And all the tragic things 

You can never really prepare for

But since we met so long ago

By the Creek of the Lone Cherokee

Lost 

Just looking for something irreplaceable

That's so incredible and sustainable 

In the outbacks of good old Tennessee 

Survivors

With torn-out hearts

And broken in two dreams

Gods must have heard our pleas

And pulled us 

Together

For we found something so 

Precious

Its reverence 

To this very day

In all known weathers

Drives and still 

Possesses us

For our love goes 

Beyond the physical world 

But lies instead

In the hotbed of the spiritual 

Where it will live forever 

In the hereafter

For there is nothing on Earth 

That can be compared 

To the sweet love 

Of a beautiful 

everlasting friend

Until the very end

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The Song of the Shadow Queen

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(A lone voice sings so low)

Tis but a beautiful dream 

To dream the 

Greatest 

Of all known 

Dreams

Tis but a dream 

To see or hear me

The sweetest voice 

In all the Matrix

Called

The Shadow Queen

Tis but a dream 

To hold my hand

Tis but a dream 

To dance entwined 

Listening

To my marching 

Whistling

New Orleans bands

Tis but a dream  

To dare to dream 

Alone at 

Midnight

When you pray 

And there seems

To be

No hope

Or light

Just call to me

Tonight

And I'll come knocking 

On your Astral Doors

In full flight 

At the edges 

Of all

Your mind knows

And like a veteran of so many foreign wars

I'll whisper in the 

Encroaching shadows

Have you been

Alone and lost

Fought a battle 

And paid the cost

Walked by people 

Who now says

That's just another 

Poor soul

Who's lost their way

On Loves 

Broken-down highways

So 

Let me in

To your soul's 

Inner circle

For this offer

Comes with no rehearsals

 

Just let me be

Your new

Saint called Augustine 

The bringer 

Of so many luscious 

Sins 

Just

Let me in 

From the cold 

Of The Great In-Between 

So all our unexplored fun

Can begin

So you can worship me 

On your knees

And call out to me

By my secret occult name

The Shadow Queen 

To sing 

With a loud piercing scream

Tis but a dream 

To dream the deep dream

Tis but a dream

To see her

The new Mary 

Called After Magdalene

Of 

The Great 

In-Between

Tis but a dream 

To hold her hand

Tis but 

The greatest of dreams

To 

Listen and follow 

Into the Green Hollow

Her marching 

Whistling

New Orleans bands

To a place

We can wait and pray

For tomorrow

Arm in Arm

Hand in hand

Baptised forever

To feel no sorrow

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The Words of the Boatman. Charon.

(A lone voice whispers)

At the very end

Can all that saves your soul

Be

A once in a lifetime taste

Of Mother Loves 

Sweet kiss

That even in death

You will always miss

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Are you living in your own version of Purgatory, on Earth?

Are you living in your own version of Purgatory, on Earth?

(A lone voice whispers)

What if you're living in your own version of Purgatory

On Earth

For eternal souls never like us 

Can never grow old

Just tasked with living and breathing

To be tempted by Demons and Angels

While searching for Love or Redemption

For we never grow old

Baptised to choosing between Good and Evil 

As we walk

Its well-trodden roads

As new introductions 

Are subtlety introduced 

As they unfold

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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An Angel Speaks

(A lone voice whispers)

Do you ever feel me 

As you anxiously sleep

Touching your mind 

To open a portal

To gently

Creep in

To cross The Great In-Between

As your soul quietly weeps

Sliding silently between warm arms

To wipe away 

All those wet tears 

You've once cried

Filled with harm

To soothe your spirit

From the outside 

And inside

But as soon as the cockerel starts to crow

Under the gaze of the early morning sun

I just fly or run 

To disappear into the Dreamy Ether

Of The Great Divide

To pray with your loved ones

And speak in tongues

To send you strength

Before you too hear the 

Golden Drum

And arrive 

To open arms

After you've hit your last 

Home run 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Do you believe?

 A lone voice whispers.

I once knelt at St Paul's and prayed so hard for true love

And  

When the sunshine finally came and lit you up

Like a shimmering lake of bright lights 

I knew deep down inside

I'd finally found some spiritual magic

To carry me through all my long

Upcoming nights 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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