A lone voice whispers

I've seen

The newly indentured 

Stand

Crying 

Like forever

In this endless rain

When they realise their holy dreams have died

In pain

In reflective wet

Puddles

Seen hearts

Torn out of cold sides

And laid

By the wayside

As lost souls

Daily

Struggled

Seen Antediluvian Kings

Fall and kneel

Watched cities

Of the wailing

Plead to feel

All this I've seen

And so much more

But amongst these mists

A new seat

In one of our caves

Always awaits 

Its number for the

Newbie

On that door

Is always eight

Covered in a million names

It could carry your name

Like mine

Into oblivion

But if you still feel the compulsion

To do 

What's right 

To walk the good walk

Who knows

We 

The Mytakiia

Might never see you 

On any given night

To stand like 

Those lost

The wailing multitude 

We call the Profane

Crying 

Into 

This endless rain

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The Lifebuoy

Emotional poetry has always struck a chord. 

We all, unless we are really lucky, have endured heartbreak. 

I rather still love reading this old piece. 

A lone soul reminiscing while looking for a new love. 

After being abandoned. 

The metaphor of the circling sharks represents social media or someone's social circle. 

Predators seeking new thrills regardless of someone's attachment to another. 

How many relationships worldwide lie in ruin, due to a sudden behaviour change, relating to a new secret love interest? 

Poetry, music, film and theatre echo these themes, relentlessly. 

So here's just another heartbroken piece. 

Before you ask, it doesn't relate to me. 

I'm just another creative soul. 

Have a great weekend. 

Salute. 

Title: 

The Lifebuoy

Floating like a lonely lifebuoy

In a hurricane of raw emotional seas

That defied all known physics

In a secret version of The Pacific 

Known only to the Kataai

Where we were both drowning in

A New Stone Age 

Created by critics

Our version of the Mesolithic

With happiness and pain 

Written and carved across

Our souls

In shed blood and tears

Like unfathomable Egyptian hieroglyphics 

You floated my way

One day

And with soft lips

And tender eyes

Held me with

Tightened fingers

As my lifebuoy

Kept us 

Both afloat

You whispered

Secrets to me

To help me cope

As I to you 

Secrets

Mystery Schools

Would beg to hear

Stories

Hopes

Fears and dreams

We floated in that sea

In between worlds

For what seemed forever

You and me

Clasped so tightly

Together

In that crazy weather

But deep below

Great sharks

Were circling

Leviathan's of 

All that creeps

My lifebuoy held

Strong

Though

Chained 

To the bottom

Of that rough sea

Your grip firm

But then 

You slipped

A voice

Caught your eye

In the near distance

And in that instance

Wet with that sea

You just floated away 

From me

Watching with saddened eyes

As I slowly floated by

I remember

Looking at you

On the crest of that huge Nazare wave

That suddenly appeared

And screaming

Over that ocean

Of neverending undulating

Emotions

"Love given freely

When accepted in any known form

Should be cherished

No matter how long

Or wrong

No guilt attached

For in that moment

Always remember the magic of that song

Our song

That helped us float

Together

In that moment

Forever

A sonnet

We both once heard

No matter how tragic"

If I remember

In reply

You just smiled

Then disappeared 

Forever

When that old familiar fire

Of ours

In your eyes 

Died 

And I floated away

Alone

To never again 

Cry

Just another

Bobbing red and white

Lifebuoy

Looking for another

To meld with

To reach

Me 

In that secret version of The Pacific 

With memories of your soft

Fingertips and sweet smiles

That once held me

Glorious stories

And all those magical things

That once created a love song

That now still plays

So beautifully

Slowly

Like Beethoven's

Moonlight Sonata

As it heals

Somewhere

Deep

Within me

As I still float

Alone and lost at sea

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The September Voice

Buy a white silk ribbon

My love

Lay it on your new glass dresser

And light a candle near it and

Visualise all our cherished memories

Together

Within it

Tie it

Into a sacred bow

And then gently put it under

One of our favourite pillows

That way

We'll sleep together

Every night

Real close

Like we used to do

For our love is stronger than death

And lasts beyond the grave

And it's how I

Now a lone survivor 

Waiting in one of Gods

Repentance Caves

Continue

Continue in hope

With my beloved memories of you

Lighting my way 

Through this firefly-lit blackness

With all the crazy things

We once used to do

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 

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Oaths of Allegiance

 (A lone voice whispers)

Press play before reading.

Salute.

White candlesticks and incense

We burn 

In this
Divine silence 

Low tempo music
We play in this 

Our secret temples 

Praying to you
For sacred guidance 

Gifts of
Oaths of Allegiance 

We offer
In defiance 

Of this life's
Ever increasing violence 

Like trinkets of gold

On this

Our old
Alabaster altar stone 

Blessings of lost dreams
Shining with such gleam 

Oh, Christo
We call to you 

See us
From beyond the swirling grey smoke 

Speak to us 

Within the rise of morning sun 

And the fall of the midnight moon 

Whisper your insights into us

In morning or night 

As slow drum beats
Of seconds and minutes

Bow in defeat 

Breathe into us 

New hope 

For we are but life's many dancers 

Who calls for their Father
As children 

Praying and singing for glory

So that when you see or hear our stories 

Of the painful days 

You'll show us a new way 

So today 

We burn
Frankincense and myrrh 

Sage and sandalwood 

To be sent up
Like beacons of fidelity 

Into the fresh air 

Infused with prayers to renew 

To help us
Live again 

So Father
Look upon us with favour 

And
Savior 

Walk once more within our deep dreams 

From the hidden spaces in between

Oh, Great Father
We beseech thee 

Free us from the
Curse of Violence in Men 

With this prayer of praise

 
Amen 

(C)
Copyright John Duffy 

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The Call of The Saquestia

My life ended

At a quarter past three

When she came

My collector

Mary Lee

From Germany

The churchyard bells

Loudly rung

Old hymns and love songs 

Were beautifully sung

As I watched my wake

High on a hill 

Below

Sat under a grand old oak 

In the late November cold snow

I tried to say

It couldn't be true

Mused

I still lived

With so much more to give

But

My collector

Mary Lee

From Germany

Said

The Elementals

With fevered breath

Wait to savour your prose

So bid goodbye 

To all those you see

Or know

For as the sun still shines

You are now one of the dead

Marked by the Elder Futhark Rune

Uruz

By secretive rulers

Of you and me

So take my hand and

Wave goodbye to your old life's teachers

For The Saquestia

Awaits us

By the Golden Pole

That never rusts

Where the thoughts

Of the living 

Can never reach us

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Dreams of Deta Falcone

(A lone voice whispers.)

My old love 

You were like a rare silver daffodil 

Blooming so beautiful 

On the beaches of life

A husk filled with such unquenchable desire 

Lit by a strange hypnotic yellow fire

A world of visceral emotional words to be explored

If one gained access

To walk 

Upon those sacred shores

From wild 

Primitive passions 

To last throughout 

Four unforgettable nights

To acts of pure divinity

To ignite all those

Privileged to be 

Within sight

With ruby-red lips

To mystify and own

To dark eyes

To drown in

To atone

Hurricanes

Used to

Call your name 

As did

Salt circles

In darkness

By those 

With no name

But to me

You were just my

Deta

The complete queen

Who ran down my taxi

Meter

 

A princess born

On the streets 

But brave enough 

To follow 

Where her heartbeats

Took her

God

I miss you 

Your smile

Jokes

And that perfume you

Loved

That expensive rare one

That smelt like smoke

I had a visit

Late last night 

From someone 

I couldn't see 

He said

You and me 

Would walk on those shores

Once more

That hidden choirs would sing 

Crowds of angels 

Will gather

As golden bells

Ring

But here's the thing

It would take my death

To bring us together 

Again

In five days 

Two hours

And ten minutes

I should prepare

For Deta 

Awaits

To be seen

On those 

Yellow shores

Once again

Smiling

In silence

In

The Great In-Between

And who am I

To keep her

Waiting

(C)

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A voice in the dark whispers

Look up

Not down

And avoid been drawn

Into spiritual degradation 

Or dark temptations

Linked to flesh

By the Red Dragon 

But to blue clouds

Filled with sacred tetragons

With belief held

In-Depth

For the son of Cronus and Rhea

Brother of Zeus and Poseidon

Grows ever near

To welcome you

Into his waterless

Barren landscapes

Of no escape

Delighting in your unimaginable fear

So be

Precipitous

And look up 

To defeat the rolling 

Abyss

The dreaded merry-go-round ruled over by Hades 

Hidden 

Within

Its deep mists

Espouse goodness

While you still

Live

Like a sweet Valentine's Day kiss

And avoid

The Void 

Filled with those 

Who now pay a hefty

Price

But enter instead

When your bell is rung

Into new lands of

Paradise and fun 

With your selfless acts

Of kindness and self-sacrifice

For compassion and valour

Amongst others

Has always been the spiritual mechanical devices 

Linked to our entry tickets

If you're willing to pay the asking price

To avoid been marked by St. Peter 

As one of the wicked 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Eternal Lovers

There's a woman

I love

A gift from above

A mystery 

A rare conjunction of stars

Who sends me letters

Proclaiming

We are beings

Born in regal symmetry 

Souls

Blessed by God

But by the dark powers 

Of Duality

Apart 

In this lifetime

A hard choice made 

And taken

Before birth

Where we agreed

To feel the true

Power

Of a broken heart

Here on Planet Earth 

For we know 

When we die

We are transformed

Back into angelic beings

Beyond the norm

Who make hard 

Choices

Before 

We are reborn

As we 

Together

Climb up 

Gods ladders

To be finally

Recalled

It's why I call

To her 

In the silence of sleep

For I've been recalled

So do not weep

For we are eternal lovers

Not strangers

In bustling streets

If you're reading this

Mon Cher

I'll be waiting for a hug

Underneath the blue lamppost

Where our two

Dimensions

Meet

(C)

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The Rebel

Into the Third Ether

He came 

Fearlessly

Bestowed with

A majestic spiritual name

And so 

Into the First Ether

He now gloriously remains

After conquering

All his mortal pain

Linked to 

Non-conformity 

(C)

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Dreams of Idh-yaa

 

Part 2 of Channeling H.P. Lovecraft.

(A lone voice whispers)

 Her ruby eyes 

When she appeared knocking softly on my front door

Wore me out instantaneously with revolving shadows

Blooming with mystical colours of deep dreams

Echos of an unexplored multiverse 

A place where unfulfilled desires and cravings linked to lust

Could be so easily dissolved and resolved

They whispered of archaic realms

Revolving around humanity 

Like old satellites unseen 

Twinkling with sparkling obsidian dust infused with a fervent red shimmer 

Of something transmigrational

Something so mysterious and sensuous 

That when she suddenly willed it to appear 

You could sense it would be utterly insatiable 

Her smile carried a hidden memorandum and invitation 

That was inescapable 

For with one look 

You knew her courage was unshakable 

She appeared to me like a ghost in the night

Offered me a sharp drink 

To sink before our libidos began to fight

Her real name was truly a mystery to me 

As I wait impatiently by the fireplace 

At The Shadow and The Key 

For her return 

But when I pause and reflect 

Will I ever learn

And like so many before me 

Will I come to eventually understand

That she's just one of the many saboteurs 

Sent by the hidden Masters at Arms 

Like wild-eyed birds as this world turns 

Or am I just another blind fool 

Looking for love 

As the world stands at one minute to midnight

Before everything goes nuclear and everyone burns 

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