Good night

 Like a visceral ball of fire

I write

To live forever 

Before I expire

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Madam Poetry. The Owner of Many.

(A lone voice whispers.)

I've seduced so many

From all races

All sex's

Oh 

So many countless old and new faces

With such enticing words

So rhythmically and seductively compelling

Like a form of silent yelling

A self-inductive current for their soul

That can be either destructive or constructive

But be careful if you summon me

To visit

Or I could hypnotise you to crave more

To open that hidden Red Door 

To your innermost 

Curiosity or desires

 

Fires

Of the Unknown 

Which lies in The Nexus

The very centre

Of all those hidden compartmentalized emotions

You own

To create such a magnificent 

Self-Pleasure City

One that Freud would rejoice in

With the Pleasure and Principle as President

To help you win

Or overcome sin

When one needs primary gratification

A release of all happy or old painful sensations

Containing nations of

Thirst

Anger

hunger

Or sex

Which lay in your souls innermost 

Vortex

A city free of any ethics committees

But where

Salacity

Will be 

The only form of 

Pity

Where 

I'll hold you like a wilting red rose

Caress your spirit 

When needed

In any love letters

You'll write

For they all matter

Call to you 

At any given hour

As my new slave

Subservient to my visceral powers 

And lead you

Into my pagan-lettered 

Cave of Expressions

I also use as my penitentiary 

Until I drink and eat all your innocence

Within a butterfly's heartbeat

Where

Afterwards 

I'll curse you to bare your soul

Daily

As an indentured conscript

To create newly dipped scripts

In your hearts well

Like so many others 

Of my indoctrinated addicts

Who from morning 

To midnight

Yell

Silently

While composing

Or confessing

Possessed

Under my spell

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The Mage

(A lone voice whispers.)

Close your eyes

To everything else

Read this in total silence

In semi-darkness

Can you hear my sultry tempting voice 

As the only noise

Read these magical words

Below

You have no option now

There's no going back

Yumbarto

Kilgarruti

Yumbarto

Kilgarruti

So its dulcet tones can

Run their sinewy hypnotic octaves 

Down your now shivering spine

In waves

Yumbarto

Kilgarruti

Yumbarto

Kilgarruti

Are those goose pimples

On your now-on-edge skin

Appearing

As your soul

Opens its front doors and gleefully 

Beckons me 

In to party

With these final words

Yumbarto

Kilgarruti

Take me

(C)

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A Dark Voice Whispers

  

Hear me

For I'm 

The Oracle in the Temple of Temptation

In the darkness  

The multitude  

They cry

Those tormented but loved ferociously by my brother Sin

Who I bless to always  

Win

The Fallen  

Who kneel  

Rich and powerful but

Starved of love

Those who do not pray for mercy in the darkness

From high above

What they do not know

What I try to cloud their judgement to deny

That there is still hope  

For my enemy did not die

But the fools  

Who I claim now as mine

The members of secret societies

Corrupt and greedy

Don't believe he lived  

Beyond the bet of a dime 

So I can maybe take my chance

And lead them to my desert of desolation

With a soft kiss and a trusting hand

That tempts them to take it

To begin our eternal dance

For my name is on another level

If you're into rhyming

You might already know my name

It's simply an inversion of a place

The Enlightened  

Know as heaven

The King who loves to embezzle

Who the righteous know as their adversary

My name is known worldwide

Glad to meet you  

My name is your friendly rebel

The.......

Copyright John Duffy

A piece inspired by all the corruption, flooding the worldview at this junction in time.

There's always hope though, you just have to look between the cracks in the Shadows. Salute. 

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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)

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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)

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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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