. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Wednesday, August 23, 2023

Amelie


(A lone voice whispers.)


Time has defeated me

My Amelie


For Death has cheated me


The love you once gave me

To sip 

Weekly 


As expensive tea

Now no longer completes me


For everywhere I go 

I see purple graffiti

For my eyes only 


Written with sharp strokes of Swahili


Njoo kwangu

Njoo kwangu


They read

Serenely


Njoo kwangu

Njoo kwangu


It may seem too late

But maybe we'll be given

An act two


So my spirit guides 

Can thank you


For a man 

Who has walked


The sorrowful path of Matthew 

Looking for a pedestal


With a living statue

To worship 


I once found you

In a place 


I dream I could go

Back to


But

Time has defeated me

My Amelie


For Death has cheated me


The love you once gave me to sip 

Weekly 


As expensive tea

Now no longer completes me


For everywhere I go 

I see purple graffiti


For my eyes only 

Written with sharp strokes of Swahili


Njoo kwangu

Njoo kwangu


They read

Serenely


Njoo kwangu

Njoo kwangu


Come to me

Come to me


Njoo kwangu

Come to me


But we both know

We'll have to wait


Until you've passed over too


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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Tuesday, August 22, 2023

Mirroring from the Abyss


 

In the darkness of sleep, an angel called Poetry appeared.

She whispered tales of how many would visit and pass on stories as I slept.

She whispered I was simply a conduit from the Abyss and with a parting soft kiss, 

she disappeared and then the voices appeared.

The following are all those whispers in the middle of the night, within a year or so, 

of those strange ethereal dreams.

Where strange unknown visitors suddenly appeared within my lucid deep streams.

Do long deceased ghosts recite poetry in the spaces in-between?

And so it begins with voices in the dark.

As I sit lonely in my darkened room with my black Remington typewriter for company,

 in my mind’s eye a stage has appeared. 

All black save for a type of spotlight in the middle.

A figure has appeared and stepped in to view.

Rugged, bearded and wearing a white shirt and a dark Mac with piercing blue eyes, 

he speaks.

My name is William, John.

Will you recite our stories to the world oh narrator from the lands of the living?

Who am I to say no, 
I whisper and so it begins.

William speaks, will you listen?

If you were worth nothing or rich beyond compare

I would still stand beside you and just try to love you

If you were scared frightened or just weighed down with life and all its baggage

I would gladly rush in to carry your burdens

If you were mad or just simply sad

I would quickly reach out with empathy overflowing with an electrifying passion to just embrace you 

in a hug of complete compassion

If you needed some love and light in the middle of a lifetime

I would just simply appear through inspired lines and prose to hold you tightly

Simply to remind you

All your feelings of guilt or pain are also mine

If you needed anything profound beyond my care or abilities

I would just try to simply love you

For ours is but a silent union dear reader

Free from physical excesses but entwined and spinning endlessly

Lost in the spiritual cosmos beyond time and space

Serenading our opened the third eye

As we ride over landscapes of blue and green

Visiting newer realms unseen as two

Shall we begin?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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Introspection

 


From an old book called Introspection I published on Amazon. 

It's rather strange reading old words. 

I'm a complicated soul for sure 🔥
Salute. 

Link below. 

Book overview
Escapism – For the readers.

Within this deep clearing, a sanctuary surrounded by the long trees of Time's perpetual symphonies, we meet.

Within this clearing, sheltered from Storms:

inside this sacred sanctuary, within this journey.

A place beyond the Silence of Humanities long reach,

a secret place where the bright blue Sky holds back the shadows of conflict and pains of Yesteryear.

A place beyond duty, consequence, or fear.

Instead, immersed for a brief interlude, 

a silent time where we simply enjoy each other’s thoughts, 

before once again pulling up our long cloaks of separation,

once again venturing forth into the cauldron of life’s ever spinning tapestries.

Would you still follow me if I lit a red candle

In this final odyssey

Would you follow me willingly into the swirling dark

In this brief history of time

Would you grasp my coattails as we trespassed tentatively through all of life's scary parks

As we swim against all the fast-flowing tides

Will you tango and tiptoe past the Tall Man and all his worldly Minions

As we circumnavigate the globe

The new world grid and claimed it as our Dominion

For although we are but lost souls going eventually to She'ol

Would you still just blindly follow me past the awakening powers of a modern god

As we walk unashamed together behind the many new pale white horses

To be wantonly unleashed within the unfathomable darkness as we surely conquer this life and all its dark forces

Forever tasked with painting new erotic masterpieces with apocalyptic energy like Vincent Van Gogh

And then every night

Hidden behind the many enemies money can ever make

Before we dream

Shall we plead to angels and owners of the book of secrets

To take us beyond the Black Darkness

We always see when our astral eyes open as our mortal eyes close

To use their invisible hands to tear away the dark rim before our ever-watchful twin pyres

To show us what truly lies beyond these

Books of Lies

Everyone sometimes reads from

For us to venture into newer undiscovered lands

To a brave new world

To see the bright lights of two crimson suns and the quartet of multicoloured rainbows illuminating a purple-hued sky

A place where no one no longer dies

A paradise of ever-swirling winds of a whispered profound new Eden

Perpetually emanating from a deep divine so high up Above

A sanctuary lost forever within the forgiving green reeds of a new millennium

A place to be reunited with dear old family or friends who never made it to the end where nobody no longer cries

To sit beside the Holy River to write poetry and sing and to joyously watch through a silver scrying mirror

As the real world slowly disappears

To walk through luscious green grass to the Eternal City

To hear the greatest stories never told to human ears

To finally embrace a new realm free from all fears or pity

This we will beseech the Silent Dark before once again we are lost in each other

for a few hours

As we joyously board Morpheus's dark Ark of broken old dreams

Before stepping silently into newly conjured world unseen

Smiling like twin heroes with a thousand faces

Amid old rainbows of hidden dangers

Where we shall hear blessings from the

Red Priestess

To deliver us into a new realm just hidden in-between

Whispered in echoes in the deepest ravines

Of the hollow earth

May the Powers of Apollo

The God of Music

Arts Knowledge Healing Prophecy and Poetry

Mesmerise and provide catharsis

For you, as this life, you silently follow

May the Goddess Athena fill you with reason wisdom intelligence skill and peace

Wherever you wander upon life's many emotional beaches

May the upcoming Full Buck Moon infused with blessings sent from the Mistress of Helios

Empower you to conquer all challenges

With self-love and strength

A new power to proclaim boldly in the darkest of all nights

I can do this right

May the powers of your Ancestral Kin

Those familiar voices which still sometimes visit to whisper invocations of hope to still guide you as it resonates deep within

So you can reach new plateaus

For happiness to truly begin

By all the

Power of the Purple Flame from The Unseen

Just behind the veil

To all the watchful Elementals

Deities and Old Gods

By the healing powers of Above and Below

May this ancient blessing empower you wherever you go

And to never be to a hostage

So be it

Can you hear that low whisper from the other side as you walk through my mind

Can you feel me

For within your mind I too now walk

Can you hear my soft voice as through these mesmerising words I too now talk

For you are now mine

It was always written in the old books of life in the beginning of time

When God built the Cosmos

Can you feel me creeping through those cautious corridors of your mind as I pause and shamelessly whisper this inter-dimensional rhyme

You may pass this away as a sensuous strange dream

You may convince yourself it's only your fertile imagination

But believe me, it's real and you will see and embrace it in the passing of time

For you are now mine so say it quietly

From the

Black Grimoires stolen like a common thief from the Devil's Keep

A dark masquerade filled with fallen angels

I invocate this spell to force you to love me as you nightly sleep

So dream of me when you rest and prepare for me when we eventually meet

I've now cast your name into the Sphinx's mixing bowl and there's no one to blame

Don't question when your unconsciousness starts counting down the dogeared days and slow nights

Tossing and turning just restless and filled with so much unknown burning anxiety and angst

For you are now mine

Since by reading this

You have just sipped some of my

Holy communion wine

So mote it be

Copyright John Duffy


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Sunday, August 20, 2023

Blessing from the Red Priestess.




A song I heard from within a deep dream.

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May the Powers of Apollo.

The God of Music

Arts 

Knowledge 

Healing 

Prophecy and poetry


Mesmerise and

Provide catharsis for you 

As this life you follow.


May the Goddess Athena


Fill you with reason wisdom intelligence skill, and peace


Wherever you wander

Upon life's many emotional beaches


May the upcoming

Full Buck Moon 


Infused with

Blessings sent from the

Mistress of Helios.


Empower you

To conquer all challenges

With self-love and inner strength


Proclaiming majestically 

I can do this


May the powers of your ancestral Kin


Those familiar voices which still visit to always 


Whisper advice 

Which resonates

Within


Guide you to new plateaus

So true happiness

Can begin


By all the Powers

Of the Purple Flame.


From The Unseen

Behind The Great In-Between 


To The Elementals

Deities and Old Gods


By the healing powers of

Above and Below


May this ancient blessing

Empower you


Wherever you go

So be it



Copyright John Duffy


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The Riders of the Grey Smoke


 

In a dark dream

Lost in the Midnight Garden


I looked for you

Within its semi-darkness


I walked through the softly blowing winds 

Of The Lands of the Ether and Blue


And called out loudly to you 

Praying you'd answer 


To help me get through


But in that dark dream

Lost in the Midnight Garden


It stayed so silent

That only the swirling grey smoke whispered

In a gentle voice


Go back, traveller

For there is no rescue


For no familiar voices

You know 

Are here to answer


Only us

The Riders of the Grey Smoke


Known as Asphodel Meadows

Necromancers


Who gives you this choice


Or you could stay 

And be transmuted into this grey smoke like us



To serve a new queen 

To eternally rejoice


What says you 

The walker 


From beyond


The Lands 

Of The Ether and Blue


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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Ode to Gloria

 (A lone voice whispers.)


Even though we sadly parted

Like the Red Sea


Chased by lies of the medical establishment


Incarnations of Pharaoh's guards 

Dressed in white disguise 


But

In this half silence 


Filled with sacred tears

And broken-hearted

With my sweet memories


Apart now forever

In this growing cold


Where memory ghosts 

Roam


As one gets old


I can still see all of you

Looking so beautiful


By that fast-flowing river


In Sacramento 

Walking in peace and serenity


Like the night itself


Effortless

Seductive and so graceful


Even Mother Moon

Seemed to shine even brighter and smile


But all the while

The Dark 


Half hidden out of sight


Cancer

Created by chancers


Worked in secret 

Day and night


To take away 

Bit by bit

By metastasis


My only hope of eternal bliss


And that's why now

All I can do


Is treasure that last memory of you


Walking in daylight 

By that river


In Sacramento


At that site


For it brings me

Salvation and a form of peace


For even though

You're now deceased


My eternal love

For you 

Will never cease


(C)

Copyright John Duffy  


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Maseen. The Shadow from Beyond The Veil.


(A lone voice whispers.)
 

Hey


You do know there is still hope in your world


Consolation in understanding 

That regardless of how you're feeling 


No matter the

Consequences 

Or misunderstandings


The Eye of Heaven

Will still rise again 

Tomorrow


Offering a rebirth

From sorrow


A new chance of freedom 

To explore its open roads


To offer a sweet form of liberation


For at some point

We all need salvation


To embrace its divine melodies and sensations

And to burn bridges to our past


For your inner Continents of Contentment 

Count on it


Or pain could last


Peel back those layers of self-doubts


Explore 


Take hold of your life and share your love

With your heart open wide 


If all else fails

Here's a free gift

 

From I 


To help you be born 

Again



Maseen

The Shadow from Beyond

The Veil


Light a white candle in silence

Feel the energy of the flame

And repeat three times


Oh Lord

Hear my prayer


For I am worthy


Show me guidance

Give me forgiveness

 

For I am worthy


Offer me a drink of strength from your cup


When things turn blue


For it's why I always return to you


For I am worthy


Amen


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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Whispers in the Low Hours. Jonas.

 (A lone voice whispers.)


I still remember you


Those hypnotic blue eyes

That all-consuming white smile


For those imprinted memories

Pound


Like King Kong's heartbeat

In the morning sunrise


Colonizing like Palos Verdes Blue Butterflies


Memories of us 

Walking hand in hand


Laughing and joking 

Down Mayors Street


Enjoying life

Visiting friends and new places 


In the Summer's heat


Making plans

To be complete


In the snow season


But life has a cruel way

Of taking things away 


Without no apparent reason 


So now

Remembering you

Is all I can do


We married

In June


On the twenty-first 


Underneath

The Cherry Moon


The priest loved it


But Angels must have been playing pontoon

With my life's cards

For I died 


So soon

So now

Remembering you


Is all I can do


When

Looking at that

Pale Red Veil


Our own monolith


Shimmering like molten volcanic molten lava


On Towers Way

In the distance


Where the living live

Through its portal


While we watch

But can never touch


Because our new laws


Written in blood at the bottom of Towers Way 

Ban interference


So we the Shadow Walkers

Memory stalkers

Wait


For its all, we can do


As we gather in huge paranormal circles 


Praying for Peter

With these words


To baptise and let us in


በረከት ይብዛላችሁ።

ወደ ቤታችን እንሂድ.


bereketi yibizalachihu.

wede bētachini inihīdi


በእነዚያ በተቀደሱ በሮች

be’inezīya betek’edesu berochi


(Blessings be upon you. 

Let us go home.

Through those sacred gates)


When he deems us 

Washed and free 


From the clutches of so tempting sin


So now

Remembering you


Is all I can do


For those hypnotic blue eyes

That all-consuming white smile


Those imprinted memories

Pound


Like King Kong's heartbeat

Forever


As I wait to go through those silvery gates


And dream one day



We'll walk hand in hand

Knee-deep into the holy river


In Heaven

Together 


And then just disappear 

To live in the New Jerusalem

   

(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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Friday, August 18, 2023

Santi Sacorium


Darkness comes like a favourite friend 


In this

The longest of nights


In time

Creeping in like Mesopotamia 


Depriving me of sleep

Underneath its meager skies


As weather chimes

Overcast


Sing and whistle

In rhyme 


O Lord,

Hear my cry


On your

Most High


Open up my soul contract

And declare by your decree


My freedom


Freedom to find my Lucinda

The girl who once gave me her number 


Only to lose me

By the strike of your thunder


Hear me

O Mighty Lord


Cut the cord 

Cut the cord


So I can leave this place 

Of smoke and ash


So I can just run..... 

To find her


But in whispers 

I see viewers


Viewers like you

So here's to you


Vos.


Viri et feminae habent splendorem verborum et cogitationum striatorum.


Oro apud te ut maneas.


IN MEMORIAM.


Vos.


Habent splendorem verborum et cogitationum striata.


Tu solus.


laudare possum.


Vos.


Scrutatores Involucri Creatoris 

tempus abusores impellit.


Liberi ac numquam emit.


(English translation.)

You. 


The men and women that have brilliance of words and fluted thoughts. 


I pray with you to stay. 

In Memories. 


You. 


That have brilliance of words and fluted thoughts. 


Only you. 

I can praise. 


You. 


The searchers

Creator's

Time abusers. 


Be free and never 

Bought. 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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Thursday, August 17, 2023

The Maelstrom


 (A lone voice whispers.)


In the deepest of silence

I walk into my own created Maelstrom


As memories of you

Return 


With a slight shiver 

Down my spine


The air fills with that

So familiar pulsating scent


I feel your presence 

And visually embrace 


All those lingering thoughts and images 


Of everywhere

We once went


When I look in the mirror

I see dark eyes looking back

Which carries your sweet smile


One heaven sent 


But when those loving sensations fade


And life winds

Once more blows

My way


Just know


My crow-haired twin

In my Eternal White Room


I carry you 

Deep inside

Wherever I go


For your husky voice

Always 


Rides and rules

My internal highways 


Like a reborn Gail 

In a New Sin City


A place I call

Forgiveness


When Doubt calls

And I feel guilty


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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