Need some inspiration

 Do you ever feel used and abused

By ungrateful people 

With low-level views

Fools

Riding

On high horses

As you work yourself 

Slowly 

Into a hearse

Sometimes 

Things have to change

Or only your old work clothes

Will remain

And that favorite piece of jewelry 

Which you wore with such pride

And loved to be seen

So step back from the brink

Because once you're here

In The Great In-Between

There's no going back

No repeats

Just you feeling defeated 

In this low devilish heat

So live life

But

Love

Share

And care

And maybe 

Just maybe

Good luck and favor

Like a lifesaver

Will follow you

Everywhere you go

Like Christ

Our beloved

Redeemer and Savior

The ultimate 

Second shadow 

(C)

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John Duffy

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The Divorcee

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Salute 

Although you left me 

One night for another 

 

Leaving me forever to sit alone in the dark

Castaway to wander lonely streets

Always forsaken and painfully apart

Even though your golden wedding ring 

Still adorns my fourth finger

 

And tendrils of our beloved treasured memories 

Still linger

Despite through stealing the heart 

Of a younger stranger

 

 And you left me 

 Heartbroken 

 Feeling rejected 

 Like an adolescent teenager

Mea Culpa

It was all my fault

I just foolishly loved you 

Too much

(C)

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The Visitation

Like a heart's favorite childhood melody 

She appeared to me

Walking harmoniously

Like Lady Serenity 

Straight out of the ever-moving shadows of the fading lights

As blue clouds parted 

As if asked by Moses 

In dark skies 

Upon the stroke of midnight 

All she asks for 

She said

With her bright eyes glistening 

Like cherry diamonds  

Is loyalty

Faith and belief in something greater

Something good 

No man or beast 

Can ever deny as their time 

Flies by

If they could 

Her opulence and grace 

Lit up my face 

Like a New Year's Eve firework

When she appeared at my staying place

And if she's feeling kind 

And kisses you 

On your cheek 

Like she did mine

So gently

With a candy-sweet smile  

That glows with tints of sparkling eloquence and extreme obsession

That's so deliciously elegant 

You'll feel a subtle transference of magical energy 

A synergy of goodness and kindness 

Tied up in a purple bow 

That will follow you 

Like a lucky rainbow 

Everywhere 

You go

Have you too 

Seen this elemental testament  

To spiritual redevelopment 

Yet

For know this 

If you haven't 

Angels do appear 

Every day 

To the mournful guilty or truly innocent 

Of just those in need

To try to answer prayers 

Which are heaven sent 

For prayers 

Sent up to the clouds 

Like seeds

Must be opened and answered 

In time 

And never declined 

To try to stop the torture and torment 

In someone's poor mind

 

So this July 

Find some time 

And who knows 

The Angel who looks like Lady Serenity 

Could appear  

And give you a gift of her red rose

To carry forever 

No matter where your life 

Goes 

From here now

Even into the depths of eternity

To shine a bright light

To push back corruption's

Dark shadows

In these unruly days

Governed by The Archduchy

And secret societies spellbound by ungodly uncertainties

Working feverishly behind the scenes 

To bring down 

All countries

By placing an ominous crown

On a New World Order

King or Queen

(C)

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Goddess Sensualitas

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Goddess Sensualitas

(A lone voice whispers.)

Her name speaks of such sensuous devious mysteries 

Not just one Name

But a thousand 

Conjured and

Repeated 

Sometimes carelessly 

By so many 

Down throughout history

She is wet dangerous lips 

On dark nights 

Sharp black fingernails 

In fading Moonlight 

Light and dark energy 

Intermixed 

That never fails to revive

The heat 

Lonely hearts need 

To breathe to survive

The temptation in new and old bodies and souls

The right in the wrong 

That tempts you 

Foolishly into dancing along 

The sweet satisfying afterglow 

Of sated souls engaged in symbiotic flow

The supernatural aura that surrounds us

When we chase

Her sweet embrace

When we finally reach first base

And taste her

In a kiss 

On a sweet face

A heart and home 

without which

We would not exist

For 

She is the Great Mother 

The source code 

Between all fluctuating states

The Authority from so High Above

Which lust and love springs 

From a fourth-dimensional 

Intergalactic space 

And the alabaster sink 

To which all life returns 

When it's run 

And earned 

All it needs to learn

In this

The greatest of all mortal races

Ladies and gentleman 

I present Sensualitas

A divine gift of such 

Sensuality

I can only hope and pray

You enjoy 

While your lifes flame

Still burns

(C)

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Music by the so-talented David Brussard.

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Salute.

Memories

With abandonment

(5)

We love totally blinded

(7)

To live forever 

(5)

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Some relationships just mysteriously happen. 

But whatever the consequences, do you ever really forget them?

Salute.

A senryu must be exactly 3 lines.

Like a Haiku, a senryu must follow the 5-7-5 format:

The first line must have 5 syllables.

The second line must have 7 syllables.

The third line must have 5 syllables.

A senryu focuses on humans and usually contains irony.

It usually focuses on human nature.

It is not written about nature or the seasons.

A senryu does not have to rhyme.

My new sidekick

How I relax away from work and writing.

With my Serbian Dobermann. 

Bingoline Dax, but now known as Loki.

I asked and the universe answered. 

Such a lovely soul.

Salute.

The Fire Girl

(A warm voice whispers)

  

Salut Soldat (Hey soldier)

Jeremiah says it's soon your time and I should visit to prepare you to cross over

So here I am

Please forget the past for it will haunt you into all

Eternity 

In here

For when the grey smoke came

When you fell asleep while on sentry duty in Forty-Three 

With Billy Boy and Henry

While you all guarded that old hospital in war-torn France

For the Resistance and me

Drunk on moonshine while smoking 

I just held onto a soft hand as it suddenly appeared 

With a whisper saying

Sylvia

It's time to meet me

Your guardian 

Angel Jeremiah

As I started choking when all the German bombs started exploding

But don't forget me 

After all these years

For even though now my time is done

It's you

I still see

I miss you, so never feel guilty

And I'll always wait for you 

Standing here by this

Eternal Holy Sea

Sleep now 

My love

For I'll just return

Tomorrow morning at six am when it's time

So we can share a new dream of a beautiful place where we first met

A unique place where we'll  both hold hands like we once used to do in Calais

 

Before life killed me and we can once more walk on soft yellow beaches

As far as the Astral Eyes can see

(C)

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Diana's Advice

 

 My visitor

Someone called Diana has whispered this tale as I relax. 

Is she one of my visitors tonight? 

Tonight's channeling. 

Sometimes

You've just got to say goodbye to old ways and try to heal raw opened emotional sores

It may feel like you've been through the wars but everybody has their flaws

Some may choose to hide it so well 

And smile and put on a favorite well-loved mask

And some don't 

Some may say strange things in tempestuous moments of heat as they sharpen their claws

And some may say nothing at all but just think it

For people are just human after all

Misfits in the grandest of schemes 

Wandering around like lost little children 

After they have been given a life's spiritual work permit 

But you know 

I've already lived five times in 6 hundred years 

Lived

Loved and cried so many wet tears

Now I've returned for the seventh

And here's what I know

As I return from a short stint in heaven 

Life and all its emotional connections are simply explained in two lines of poetry 

Which is written in bold italics in God's eternal archives 

Want to know what it is

It's simply 

Do the best with your time before you die 

And you too might come back for another short while 

(C)

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A lonely ghost whispers

 

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Salute.

(A lone voice whispers )

Surrounded by these

lit white candles 

As I sit here 

In this great stillness 

Filled with such proud grace 

Allowing soft tears to glide like the Egyptian Nile

And

embracing the sentimental  comforting sanctification 

Of the salty water

Washing gently over my face 

I bind my mind to meeting you 

On that unforgettable afternoon 

Last June

You wore Gucci 

In black and gold and matching leather expensive bag 

The new moon whispered of such new beginnings 

But now 

When I see myself in this ethereal two-way smoke mirror 

I always see the tragic shadows of that old life and how it suddenly ended

Driving 

And smiling going home 

Then that deer jumped out 

As I stopped breathing and my heart surrendered

My Funeral 

The wake 

Then the silence 

As my name slowly receded from your worlds auditory radios 

We in here 

Listen to 

For our name being spoken 

To remind ourselves we are still remembered 

And I thank you for calling to me

For total silence means we are forgotten 

As so many sadly are 

When people get busy and all you are 

Is a familiar name at Christmas or on your birthday

So now I wish to stimulate that silence 

Reinvigorate it 

Into such a vibrational state

That our old devotion Loveliness and harmony 

Reaches you on Monday 

Our first anniversary

Allowing myself to find the space and grace 

To slow time down and reconnect 

While sending my manifestations out to take effect

I wish to spread our old love 

Like the beautiful scent

of Jo Malone's natural Bees

Coconut and Soy wax

Unto others 

Through this two-way scrying mirror 

To 

Those from my old life

Who still calls to me 

Sometimes 

In the great silence

On our interdimensional radio

In the hope that they too will feel our once-treasured love magic 

Before it all ended 

So tragic

And through them 

She knows I still miss her

So praising the four elementals 

Earth 

Air 

Fire and Water 

For their incantations to cross the Constellations 

And create Way Stations 

In the hearts of others 

Sealed with these soul-lifting revelations

I now blow out these twelve white candles 

Lit before me

Dry my eternal eyes

Stare out into the sacred space between us

Releasing the intentions of my now still grey heart into the wild 

Thinking of you 

A red rose in the concrete 

Who always appears before me 

In black and gold 

Standing before my mirror as a living child in exile 

Slowly 

Alone 

Growing old

And so with these magical words 

Goodbye for now

Ego semper amorem meum exspectes.

Ita fiat fiat 

(I'll always be waiting my love.

So mote it be)

(C)

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Whispers from.....

 I was born lonely

At sunrise

In 1995

On Summer Solstice

As country folk 

Watched the passing clouds

And surmised

My Ma

God bless her soul

Smiled as soon as I

Opened my baby-blue eyes

And always swore

Halley's Comet flew by

Then cried

Out aloud in joy

As nurses and poor doctors

Jumped 

As my heart monitor suddenly died

I lived loved and fought

But felt crucified inside 

When Deaths slow tide 

Took the only loyal person

By my side

My beloved mother

Tina MacBride

So loneliness crept back in

Its smile 

As wide as a country mile

She left me a note 

You know

Only two words

From my queen

Before they increased her morphine

Be Happy

Was all she left to be seen 

By me

We buried her on Wednesday at

2 pm and a train wreck  hit my car 

On Route 44

Before I could jump out the door

When I crossed over

I looked for her

High and low

Went to the shores of the Red Mist

The Bay of Grief but found no release

So now I sit alone

Like 

When I was born in 95

Treasure life

For when it's over 

It's over

And I still miss mine

I just wish I had more time.........

With my beloved mother 

Tina MacBride

(C)

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