The Sailors Monologue

 (A lone voice whispers)

Take this
As a now bearable parting gift 

From someone who will always love you 

The most 

As we bid our last painful goodbyes 

After renouncing
All known ties 

And departing 
Like two lonely unloved ghosts 

Into life's
Slow moving mists 

For
It's been a wonderful dream 

But the dark god
Deimos 

From The Great In-Between
Now let in 

By emerald eyes
Hidden or seen 

To slow shadow walk
Towards us 

As we drift 

Has gloriously
Destroyed us 

Smiling
Wearing 

A white Captain Bligh
shirt and 

Old nineties
Faded
Levi's blue jeans 

Grinning like a mad fool
In our slipstream 

At the joy and wonder

Of all our frail emotional screams 

Which creep in

In extreme
Sinful ways 

As we fall apart
At the seams 

In the fading lights
Each midnight 

Or in so many dark secretive corners 

Everyday 

For our deep love

Like an abandoned
Nightingale 

Has upped suddenly
And flown
Away 

Once
In a vision
Or a divine play 

I saw you 
Lovingly 

Looking my way
On Malibu Street 

But now
Feeling cold and
Numb 

Eating crumbs of
Defeat 

Like an outcast
A leper 

A reborn
Fletcher Christian 

Sailing away
On a new mission 

I beg you

Please look away 

For even though 

I'm broken in two 

Constantly 

Thinking of you 

My sad heart
Will once more soar 

Like Martial Eagle
In full flight 

When true love
Eventually returns 

And she knocks
Hard 

On my tired hearts
Beating
Door 

Pleading to be let in
But until then 

Gossips  
Racketeers
Gaslighters 

And every incarnation of the known Devil 

Hear my rebellious lions roar 

As my soul

Stands so ready and majestically
Tall 

Holding a golden sharp diamond-encrusted sword called Hope 

Clutching a solid silver shield

With 

Veniet Amor Cum Paratus Sum (L)

Inscribed on the front in gold 

Love will come when I'm ready 

To banish despair
Forevermore 

For this pain and old memories are no longer civil 

So here I stand
In pure spirit 

On
Freedoms 
Sandy
Yellow shores 

As my higher self 

Prepares
To go to war 

To earn some more
Golden and red medals 

For my old true love
Has walked right out of my life 

And joy doesn't live here
Anymore 

(C)
Copyright John Duffy 

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Deimos /ˈdaɪmɒs is the personal god of dread and terror in Greek mythology

The Voice of Farouk

(A dark voice whispers)

We the dead 

Envy you 

The living

You know 

Crying 

Watching 

Everywhere you go

From our new bedrooms 

In quiet tombs 

Underground 

Worldwide

In this endless winters snow

Saying  

Look at all those crazy fools 

Suddenly dying 

They'll all  

Be coming here 

Soon

To gather in our 

Dark Black Watchers 

Fields 

With us 

The new night breed

Turning slowly to 

Pitiful dust 

Filled with dry tears 

And crying eyes

Endlessly 

Whispering too

Why did we listen to paid-for lies 

For when that bastard Covid Man 

Comes a calling 

With his shiny black medication bag

Filled with backhanded bribes 

All living things 

Filled with rarer than gold 

Pure loosh and fear 

Start 

A falling 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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My last urge to write poetry .

Blowing like a wind

Illuminating the soul 

Cherish poetry 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

It's been fun.

Look after yourself.

Salute.

Goodbye.

Happy New Year

 

We've lost a few
Gained a few

Still loved a few
Living

If we're lucky

But happy New Year
To just You

© John Duffy 😍😎🙏🥃

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The Occult Goddess

 

 (A lone voice whispers)

Every night 

When she chooses to suddenly appear

To the chosen few

Stories abound in darkened rooms and secret circles

That all her restless slaves 

Try to raise their weary heads 

From their feathered pews

Enchanted 

Beyond all belief 

Pleading telepathically to climax 

And find some sort of mental release

As she stands over their ramshackled lonely beds

Deceptively 

Beautiful as every single spoken 

Or written human rhyme  

Some say

Uttered down through the Ages 

Through 

Time

By Poets

Mystics and so many Mages 

Some speak of long leather-clad legs 

All men cry to touch and beg and pray inwardly 

 

To caress

Ravish me red lips

Women say they forever daydream 

To just taste 

Emerald eyes they all speak of

Orbs to invade and conquer your soul

Until the very end

Whenever it's time 

For your human life 

To be laid to waste

Has she entered your room and watched you sleep 

As your soul wandered its many inner spaces 

And unspoken keeps

Her name

You may ask

Well, her name is simply Want

For we all deep down 

Crave something

Be it flesh

Power 

Friendship or even Love

Amongst many others

Only our occult Mother 

Called Want 

Can guide us 

To provide

Regardless of the price 

It will cost us 

In the long run 

As we struggle to survive 

While 

she still lives and thrives 

Feeding off our inner suffering 

As we sustain and strengthen her 

With our foolish wants and self-defeating lies 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Esmeralda

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I hope she still waits 

Somewhere 

Within that old farmers' gate 

That wild rebellious 

Country woman 

Of such irreducible taste 

Whose bright eyes still shine 

With the illustrious glow 

Of that illuminated flame

Once stolen in haste 

By brave Prometheus 

From heavens dark skies 

With no shame 

Starting an eternal war between two heavenly states 

A divine glow that now

Enhances her beautiful face

And sometimes 

As I pass by that way 

Incredibly 

Late at night

I can always hear her 

Whispering my name

For she stands 

So inflamed

Dressed in black leather 

And green 

Looking like Morgana the Cunning Sorceress 

In all Arthurian legends

One of the most beautiful women 

I've ever seen

And she holds me now 

Like a pawn 

Enthralled in a grip of steel 

Who no longer feels 

As I try 

With all my might 

To break down 

Her carefully constructed walls

Where she stands 

Always so tall 

Especially 

In these dark woods 

At the stroke of midnight

Where we still meet 

As I stroll through those gates

No longer in control

Guided by her candlelights 

To watch her 

Standing 

Filled with such magical purpose

Singing so eloquently 

In her candlelit circle 

Up to the moon 

And the watching skies 

As white clouds roll by 

With no rehearsals

Uttering strange ancient spells 

Unknown to most 

Only those in the know

As she conquers and subdues

All who dare 

Come hither into view 

Before they can yell

 

It's why I still visit 

Along with so many others

For we're all just hypnotized fools 

Enchanted 

By the delicious sounds 

Of Esmeralda 

And her golden ringing 

Summoning bells

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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The Swimmer

 I'm not yours 

Like it used to be

Now I'm just lost 

Swimming 

In rough seas 

Clutching onto your memories 

Like a broken tree 

To keep me afloat 

In this now 

Gentle breeze

But I know 

When I really look 

At that tree

My old love 

Loved to be quiet 

Loved to be loud

 

Loved to be kind 

But 

Sometimes 

in the twilight 

Lost and floating at sea

I also know 

Her old

Love still blows my mind 

Wherever it takes me 

Wherever I go

Even though

It's like a tree 

Covered with a philosopher's

soul disease 

As I look for शम्भल 

Also known as

Śambhala 

In the lost lands of 

Tagzig Olmo Lung Ring

A mythical place 

I now float to 

Where the brokenhearted 

Gather in huge burning 

Paranormal circles 

To sing 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Christmas Prayer

 

There's an incredible woman I once knew 

Who suddenly appeared
One Sunday afternoon 

Right out of its
Ether and Blue 

We lived and walked on kind or mean streets 

Made of fire and ice
In all known weathers 

It was like rare miracle
A true unique paradise 

Before our happiness
Paid the fatal price 

For like all good things 

We came under attack
And The Principalities 

Destroyed it with their dark knife 

Worried
Vexed
Harassed
Irritated
Confused

And frustrated 

We fell like lightning from our heaven 

Never again
To be together 

But then a low whisper Came to me

Skipping and dancing
Like Heidi 

Throughout all the inner corridors 

Of my mind 

In a dream
With no name 

It whispered

Say these words 

When day breaks or when the night falls 

To cleanse your soul of anything dark 

That calls 

Lord God, my Protector and
Savior 

I pray for Your protection and salvation 

As my days and nights left
In numbers 

Fall 

For you are my shield
My place 

My refuge and under Your wings 

I pray for peace against all those things 

The Principalities use 

So I can look past that darkness 

And remember the love
I still have for my muse 

And then it faded
Like a setting sun 

I wrote down that prayer
For it lingered so 

Begging to be captured
In case others needed to hear 

Or know it's rapture 

Its powerful song
To help right old wrongs 

For I see her now
Standing so strong 

In visions 

Like Deborah in The Old Testament

Heaven sent 

As I thank the Lord
Day and night in prayer 

For the strength

In making his Presence
Felt 

To then revisit memories
That never left 

Those beautiful ones
I still treasure 

The ones we
Created and
Forever meant 

(C)
Copyright John Duffy 

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Do we get visited by those we still love?

(A lone voice whispers)

I always used to wonder

Where do  

Robins go to sleep

Then one dark night 

Within a deep all-consuming  

Lucid dream

At approximately one o'clock

A beautiful deity  

Appeared out of the mists

Wearing a blue and white coat

Holding a Lily  

And a shining lantern

Across its shoulder

A golden trumpet and a branch from Paradise

On its golden belt  

Hung a scepter and a silver scroll

As it strolled towards me

Within my illustrious sleeping streams

A strange palace of absolute darkness

Where no birds  

Flew or squawked

It's mysterious ever watchful  

Eyes

Held me firmly transfixed

Like  

An ethereal heavenly hawk

Its bright white orbs  

Swallowed me whole

As it whispered  

Words

I'll remember  

Until I'm old

Within the light of day  

We appear

Your beloved and even I

To watch over  

And visit you

To see and follow  

All that you do

When we  

The blessed few

Waiting in the new 

Spectacular 

Bright white lights

In the glorious cathedrals of Atmos 

Shadowy arch

Cross over  

When allowed a brief time

Before we are eventually  

Reunited in a new form

To rejoice in hymn

Within your All Highs  

Divine Church

Depending upon  

The faith of your choice

To visit those we still  

Love

To leave a sign or sing  

A sonnet

Happily with echoes of our new voice as we too mourn  

  

Then in here  

At darkness

In  

The Great In-Between  

A place you all visit  

Whenever you fall asleep

In deep dreams  

We always appear

For real spiritual shapeshifters

Like us

Never really sleep

We just transform into Robins

Through a supernatural technique

For sometimes they are merely vessels

We use

Just one of our everlasting souls keeps

So if you see one  

And it sings

Looking straight at you

Remember this

It's a just a beloved love one

Maybe even me  

Archangel Gabriel

Channeling  

Through

And with that beautiful closing  

Line

It disappeared quietly

Back into the receding winds that whined

Of the Hidden Divine

And when I awoke at eight

I'm sure it met me

Sat on my garden's old wooden gate

My beautiful friend

Who loves to sit on the washing line

Whispering and singing

Hello

Sending shivers and  

Tingling

Shooting

As I remember that dream

All the way

Up and down  

My sinuous  

spine  

(C)  

Copyright John Duffy

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Want to know a dark secret?

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(A lone voice sings)

Hosanna 

Hosanna

 There's a dark hole 

In the middle of my soul 

And my beloved mother 

Still lives in there 

And I carry her 

Around 

Everywhere 

I go 

Hosanna 

Hosanna 

She climbs out at midnight 

When sleep 

I can no longer 

Fight  

Hosanna 

Hosanna

And sits on my chest 

Dressed in her Sunday best

Always

Hidden right out of sight 

Hosanna 

Hosanna 

Whispering 

Strange spells 

That bind me 

In total bondage 

To an old age 

When she once lived 

Hosanna 

Hosanna

And we were so happy 

Together 

Especially at Christmas 

When life 

Still 

Had so much to give 

Hosanna 

Hosanna

But now she's died 

And instead of saying 

Goodbye 

And sending her crying  

To The Dark Lands 

Of No Sound 

Where I'll forever 

Miss her 

Hosanna 

Hosanna 

Lost in a fissure 

In time 

Where the Black Nightingales 

Fly 

I just carry her 

Around 

Now

In a dark hole 

In the middle of my soul 

A beautiful place 

 

Painted

With memories 

And home 

To a stunning spirit

I've always known 

Hosanna 

Hosanna

My mother 

Who I'll carry around 

Until the end of my time

And when I'm called 

To The Dark Lands 

Of No Sound 

She can climb out 

My soul 

Hosanna 

Hosanna 

So we can run around 

Hand in hand

Singing songs of happiness 

Filled with 

Hosanna 

Hosanna 

To break the silence 

To echo into eternity 

All over  

Those sacred grounds

As we wait for 

Strength 

Reassurance 

And his holy spiritual 

Guidance

Singing 

Forever 

Forever 

Forever 

Hosanna 

Hosanna 

Hosanna

© 

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