. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Sunday, January 15, 2023

Have you heard them call?

(A lone voice whispers)



In my dying fire 

At any given midnight


Or in their faint amber embers 


In any particular silvery 

Light of day


Right before the Blackbirds 

Or Crows 


Come out to play


They 

The Night Rulers 


Of such lucid empires 

So dim but always so well lit 


Those who stand patiently waiting 

On my many unseen bayways


In strange mystical 

Lands of such Contradiction 


Dressed 

For adventure or

Flight


Always 

Smiling with 

Shiny eyes 


Looking my way


Dressed in black and white 


To lure strangers 

Like me  


To their incredible bright places 


To swim 

Talk or slow walk 


Carefree 


Within dreams 

Red Rivers


Hidden in the Great Fissure 

Out of sight 


Where the invited  

Can then kneel and pray 

  

When they're summoned 

With these softly spoken lines 


In Latin 


Esto sicut servus

Donum in somniorum


et estote parati ad nos


Maiores et manes


Exspecto et

Stans


Ad flavum & rubeum litora


Magni Inter (L)



Come be like a slave 

In our gift of dreams


And be ready for us 


Ancestors and ghosts 


Waiting and

Standing 


On the yellow and red shores 

Of The Great In-Between



(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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Theme:

I have recurring dreams quite often with strangers, I've never met. 

And always wonder in quiet moments, when I'm awake ;

Are they standing waiting for me to dream?



Friday, January 13, 2023

Questions for 2023

 

(A lone voice whispers)



Deep state influencers 

Pushing the narrative 

Condemning so many 


Is sudden death 

The new normal 


And are some of these 

Charlatans and thieves

 


Humanities true 

Enemies?


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


A piece related to the high rise in sudden deaths, worldwide, and the part influencers played in convincing people to receive one.

Did someone convince you?


Thursday, January 12, 2023

Resserection. Is reincarnation real?

 


 My early morning post is of course about life, as they all are.   

When sending pieces out into the ether of the Internet, a quiet thought lingers. 

Do people enjoy my thoughts?

I hope so.
Salute.



Resurrection.

Did you know

You are part of a carefully
designed operation of epic
proportions

A subtle design filled and
masquerading

Embedded within
deep spiritual emotions

A mythical vacuum

In the shape of sometimes
inconceivable keys home

A real reason to beseech
kindness and love
 
To atone

Whatever the seasons

We are all sinners
At some level

All said and done

But it's an eternal battle

For we are limitless
And constantly reborn
So it's one

That can be won

We don't have to be saints

Mimic faithfully
Religious figures
Or their sons

We don't have to live life in the shadows
as non-engaging devout monks

Or grace the world's many dance floors

Like quite powerless black-robed nuns

We just have to embrace all things
people or situations

That wilfully comes

Filled
With magnanimity

Sympathy and
Empathy

Beyond ambitious devious trinity's

It's how we'll live forever
In realms of self-imposed liberties

Rising like the Sun
In the perpetual East

Blowing like the early morning breeze
filled within an everlasting ease

Engaging and delectable
like a limitless
conversational piece

We can all sometimes forget this life
Is but one of many

On a short-term lease

We may get caught up in the moment
And forget to look around and reflect

That the Tall Man will eventually arrive in his long black mac

To collect

So it's better to do your best
Then live forever in eternity

Swirling and swimming in silvery pools
Filled and undulating in waves of regrets

Rise in the morning with good thoughts within your heart

It's how you'll escape the pain in
tomorrows unknown futures

Of your soul falling apart

As you awaken behind a newborn
bright blue eyes

Powered by a strange beating new heart

(C)
Copyright John Duffy 

The foundation of this piece is based on this question:

Is reincarnation real?

Salute.

Wednesday, January 11, 2023

Are you a Meraki?

 


(A lone voice whispers)


As a talented Meraki

Born with an incredible gift


Are you 


But a mysterious seducer


Who tries to lift 


The inquisitive minds of 

Others


As you create emotional 

Teasing bridges or 

Captivating red doors


That need to be crossed


Or opened with your 

Secretive sensitive keys


For the silently hidden 

Readers 


To follow 

Willingly


Into your divine sacred 

Hollow


Guided by your glowing 

Weaving trails 


Of enticing delicious vivid 

Verbs


Into a familiar darkness


They sometimes need to 

Visit


Even if they get lost


Before they lose their

Nerve


Or even swallowed

Whatever the cost


For even though

Some may call you


A charlatan


A new reborn King

Or Queen


Of somewhere 


Totally

Cosmopolitan


A devious seducer of 

Fragile minds


Who hold you upright in 

CSF Fluid


Perhaps as sinners 


Bringers

Even singers


Of so many lucid 


Tragedies

Or sovereignties


That binds them 

Within their

Seams


But are all your great 

Epiphanies or epistles


From The Great In-Between 


If they're translated 

At their irreducible

Core


Can they be 

Simply this


Live for any form of 

Happiness


That you can ever find


And a loving muse

Who brings you such incredible 


Bliss


As you try to guide them to 

Paint touching emotional Pictures 


Through creating

Lasting stories and 

Legacies 


Filled with sweet kisses

Music

Laughter or poetry


As your eternal fountain 

And lyre


And to encourage them

To put them to good use


To never lament old age


As it tries to abuse their 

Eternally youthful 

Spiritual body


Once so beautiful 

But still full of relentless 

Fire


For their hearts may 

Seem so heavy

And tired


In some sad moments 


And they lose 

All sight of the power

Of hope 


To cope


Feeling raw emotions


Linked to grief

Love or serenity 


Which suddenly appears like an Iceberg


Or gentle snowflake 


As their peace burns 

As it goes up 


Each morning

As they wake


In swirling grey smoke 

Like a sorrowful melody 


But look me in these deep

Poetic eyes 


And be lifted up in 

Dawn’s rose-flushed arms


To truly live


To find the courage 


To look into life’s deep ever Changing mirrors


And always remember


You have so much more 

Mysteries


To still give




(C)

Copyright John Duffy


Meraki


A Greek word meaning to do something with soul, creativity, or love; to put something of yourself in your work.



Epistle


A poem or other literary work in the form of a letter or series of letters.


Monday, January 9, 2023

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 


Image courtesy of Pinterest. 

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

Thursday, January 5, 2023

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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Shared under fair usage policy. 

Monday, January 2, 2023

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.




Saturday, December 31, 2022

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 😍😎🙏🥃

Image courtesy of Pinterest.

Friday, December 30, 2022

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


Image courtesy of Pinterest.


Thursday, December 29, 2022

Esmeralda


 Press play before reading. Salute.




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 


Image courtesy of Pinterest. 

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