And my Almighty

The LORD whispered

I have opened new worlds of words

For you 

A poetic ministry 

And the main word is

WRITE

To do your bit

In the upcoming fight

So write

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Channelling William

(A lone voice whispers.)

My Serafina

I still miss your sweet voice

Your delicate smile and your Chanel Number 5 perfume

Those symbols of you

Follow me

Like silvery orbs

Into every single room

The drums

In my mind 

Beat louder

Each time I remember your fireplace picture

But now

Nothing sates me

But faith in scripture

For 

Psalms 35 says

Contend, O LORD, with those who contend with me; fight against those who fight against me.

Take up shield and buckler; arise and come to my aid. 

Brandish spear and javelin against those who pursue me. 

Say to my soul, 

"I am your salvation."

So now I no longer fear

Demons linked to darkness or loneliness 

In here

Bereft of you

For I know

1 Corinthians 15: 42-45

Says

"So it will be with the resurrection of the dead.

The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable; 

It is sown in dishonour it is raised in glory; 

It is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; 

It is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body."

For together

We will be again

To feel the bounty and fruit of the endless harvest 

To sit with and feel the warmth 

Those 

We today

Still miss

In endless bliss

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Hope

 (A lone voice whispers.)

When sleep is all you mercifully seek

For your soul is sorrowful and weak

When Dreamland's mists start creeping in

Slowly

Like a thief 

In the HippoCampus Inn

I'll be waiting

In its centre

Waiting for you

To enter 

And to me

Your mighty defender

Your sovereign shield 

Surrender

For you and me

Need to speak

So you know

Wherever

You're feeling 

Sorrowful or

Weak

Seek Dreamland

So I can appear

With my enchanting marching band

Of inspiration 

In the mists

And you

To sing to sleep

By the soothing sounds

Of our violins

Before I return

To The HippoCampus Inn

My home

Just

Beneath your skin

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Wedding Vows of Lucian

(A lone voice whispers.)

Bind me not to only love

But to true divine friendship

Bind me not to only love

But to the warmth of our wet hungry lips

First thing in the morning

And last thing at midnight

Bind me not to your words to embrace

But to the sweet tranquil noise of two crashing hips

Bind me not to a life of emotional slavery

But to the core of your very soul

Bind me to place

To live 

Inside 

Forever

A place no one

Else

Will ever know

My words to you 

My love

Bind me instead to the bow of your immortal ship

For we can then

Sail together

Into the everlasting

Sunset

And make a home

In a serene place

When our time

Comes

Only those bound

In spiritual wedlock

Can ever go

To hold hands 

To walk 

Barefoot through the falling

Heavenly snow

So don't just bind

Me to a golden ring

Bind me to your

Everything

So standing

In a circle of true love

Our twin's souls

Can sing

And be unified

For we both

Were never locked together 

By the long reach

Of bondage 

Linked to mortal sin

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The Midnight Gardens of Magadorne

 

(A lone voice whispers.)

In The Midnight Garden

When the world sleeps

In Magadorne

I see you

Walking 

Dressed in expensive white lace

With such grace

Surrounded by celestial white butterflies

Serenaded by the sound 

Of a lone mesmerising horn

In an endless garden 

Of twinkling flowers

Reborn

As my soul pines

For the smell of your so-familiar perfume 

A glimpse of our wedding ring

Your hair

Across your beautiful face 

Willing you to look

My way

So I can taste your lips 

As I run my hard fingertips 

Across your soft hips

But you never look

Never see me 

As you and your heavenly entourage

Follow the twinkling flowers

Down to the river

Then to disappear 

Out of sight

This happens to me

Every night

In surreal dreams

When the world sleeps

As I find myself

Stranded

Like a new

Robinson Crusoe

In The Midnight Gardens

Of Magadorne

Where grief lives

In human form

And Mr. Desire

Stands and proudly blows

It's diamond-studded

Horn

To summon 

The celestial butterflies

So watching spirits

In the Ether

Beyond time and space

Can gather

With popcorn

To watch me

Walk my walk

My walk of painful

Memories

In their special inter-dimensional place 

Watching ghosts of the past

Pass by

With no expressions

Or emotional energy 

For they are the only fragments of my past

I treasure

A beloved memory of you 

I remember 

Whenever I wake

I had the pleasure 

To share 

Only but 

Yesterday

In The Midnight Gardens 

Of Magadorne

Where every night

You are reborn

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The Golden Thread

 For those enduring grief in these dark year's. 

Salute. 

Book overview

Looking at her head was like staring into a bright ray of glorious sunshine. 

A bright beam of summer with two starry eyes looking back. 

Eyes, which carried such beautiful ever changing pupils within. 

Pupils, which were constantly oscillating from one colour to the next, as she constantly held me firmly within her fixated eyes. 

She spoke. 

"I have a tale to tell you. We have heard you call in the dark of night to the City of God, and I have been sent to speak with you. 

Time is now at a standstill, it no longer ticks. 

We have the endless night. 

You must listen.

You may question when I nod, but not until then. 

Listen, but do not be afraid. 

The Divine One has sent me to deliver this message for you, his brethren and the world. 

We in the Celestial City have heard the cries of the many, the silent prayers of requests, the symphonies of lamentations, the songs of longing - 

Will we see them again vibrates throughout our alabaster corridors.

This is a tale that illuminates Hope in the Darkness of Grief.

 Lifts hearts in moments of Doubts and tells all the readers one thing, how they can defeat the Dark moments in life, when defeat seems inevitable. 

Love. 

Love in all its majesty is the one thing from where all goodness stems. 

Love is the King and Queen of life's emotions. 

The empire from which Kindness, Compassion, Empathy, Charity and Hope flourishes within. 

Love is the greatest gift we can ever bestow to anybody, any creature or any occasion, for it elevates the soul and energizes a weary heart. 

Are you ready for a journey into the unknown? 

Are you ready for the tale of the Golden Thread? 

A tale of such spiritual magnificence, it will forever change your life.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Poetry and Musings from The Great In-Between

Shouldn't poetry be so visceral, it strikes so deep and reaches the soul? 

A catalogue of supernatural monologues whispered in the darkness. 

Am I just a conduit from The Great In-Between?

As Goddess Aphrodite

With her dark sympathetic eyes watching and

Emitting a supernatural hypnotic aroma
Of almonds

In her fast-flowing white silk gown

Standing on the ominous
Invisible broken banks of שְׁאוֹל

Unspoken grounds of an
Unseen Sheol

She whispers......

Welcome to a collection of stimulating otherworldly prose

Summoned from the shimmering half places where no one really visits or goes in

The Great In-Between

Gathered in the Years of Everlasting Change to Modern Society

Known as the Covid Years starting in the year of our Lord

2020 to the 14th of April 2021

A gathering of light and dark delicious supernatural prose

To indulge an inquisitive mind on any lonely rainy day

Wherever they are as in this deceptively deep life

They still run

Read on
Knowing they who watch standing silently behind me

Just hiding in these flickering shadowy spaces are also within you in that very room

For you’ve unknowingly summoned them all by reading all these opening lines

Conjured from the many dark halls from the Dark Castle of Apollos Keep

We advance as one and it's so glad to finally meet you

Shall we begin with tales of light and dark emotional overtures

Linked to morality and sin and whatever else they've seen

Which echo from here to eternity within these alabaster grey walls

Now say after me
Immediately

So Mote It Be!

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The 4 am voice

In the lower levels of spiritual existence 

We once roamed

Alone and lonely

Forlornly

Looking for true love

And all it's mysterious emotional energy

Hidden away 

In our empty homes

And like a red rose 

Blooming in a garden of thorns

I found you

Like a rare diamond amongst the coal

Blowing your triumphant horn

We danced

Sang and laughed together

And our happiness seemed forever

But Fate

That unseen handler of so many

From The Great In-Between

Intervened

Then you were once more lost 

For the ever-expanding sea

From dark shores

Had reached us and you were beached

Somewhere 

Between

Where and there

Between us

But

Regret is a grey smoke 

I will never breathe

Pain 

A tablet of separation

I will never take

For our life

Together though short

Will vibrate

Throughout my eternity 

Forever

For memories make a person once broken 

Smile filled with happy thoughts

Though unspoken

For pain and regret are always blowing like hungry

Vampiric seeds in the loose winds

Hoping to take root and grow in the garden of sad hearts

Which invite them in

Sadness found in regret and pain 

Should be cleansed by remembering

All those happier times 

For that's how I remain

Profound

For even though now

My old love and me

Don't share the same

Common ground

Like

Rose DeWitt Bukater and Jack Dawson

We dance forever 

Together

 

In my deep dreams

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Kuntilanak

  

(A lone voice whispers)

She came like a beautiful house crow

In the middle of the night 

Under the full Moon

Dressed in white

Flying straightforward from somewhere 

So hidden 

And out of sight 

Smelling of the Plumeria flower

She looked me 

Straight 

Up and down 

With a frown 

Like a crying baby

Where she stood 

Then knocked me 

Suddenly

To the cold ground 

Mounted me like a young Hayley Turner 

Looking for a quick earner 

With a Ke-ke-ke sound

With a new learner 

And that my friend 

Is how I got bit 

Bit really darn hard 

By the true queen 

Of all humanities hidden yards 

The Kuntilanak

The crow queen who appeared one dark night 

Hidden out of sight

From The Great In-Between

And mounted me like Hayley Turner 

For a quick Looshe earner

When I was only seventeen 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

The Kuntilanak (Indonesian name), also called Pontianak (Malay name), or Yakshi in Hinduism/ Hindu mythology is a mythological creature in Indonesia, Malaysia and Singapore. 

Hayley Turner is the most successful professional female jockey in history.

Looshe

1. A New Age term applied to energy produced by human beings that other entities use to feed from. 

 It's  also used to refer to the energy that is produced by suffering, that entities feed from

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Vibrations in The Ether

 Hey

You

I still dream of

Talking

While walking

Admiring some view

Don't need money

Where I wanna take you

For love

Is free

When you're 

With me 

Just gets expensive

When others

Step in 

Mary Jo

How can I tell you 

I'ma sorry 

I hurt you

But love ain't easy

Never thought you'd 

Disappear but

Father Tia

Says

Give her a while

Bobby Mac

That girl needs some me moments

Then she'll be back

Laughing and smiling 

In no time 

But it's been ten hard years 

Jo

So I'ma leaving this note

Here on your bed

At your Aunt Jemima's 

If you come back

Ring me on

0453

223844

So we can carry on

Like before

Father Tia

Might be a man of the cloth

But Mary Jo

You have to know

I miss you so much

Never thought I'd fall so hard

But ten years

And I'm still whining and pining

Pick up that phone 

Our boy

Jack misses you

Xxx

(C)

Copyright John Duffy