. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Monday, September 11, 2023

The voice of SM.


(A lone voice whispers.)


 Call to me


Be it on high mountains

Or by faraway stars


In silent musical thoughts

While you savour a few bars


Spread out your altar cloth


Before

Minutes

And seconds


Of life


Demand 

To play


Light up 

Your peace ceremonial candle


And bind fear

Onto Urvi's glass mirror


So 

Beauty and

Temperance


Can conjure up new experiences 


For the adventurous 

To lead the way


And through

Red currents of benevolence


In September

I'll guide you


To your deliverance


So

Dance inside

Now


To four beats

On four


Pray to me

To open that tightly shut door


To a new form of self-reverence

So I can

Come


To embrace you


From the shores 

Of two Suns

And no guns


From here


Beyond the hills

Of The Great In-Between


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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Sunday, September 10, 2023

The Rite of The Sibyls

 Press play before reading. 

Salute. 


(A lone voice chants.)


Three candles lit

Burning in fire


Nature's flute

Singing in corner


Chanting for love

To adorn us


Nikaa Taa

Nikaa Taa


Oh 

Spirits

Hear us


Nikaa Taa

Nikaa Taa


Oh 

Spirits

Hear us


Send us signs

Send us signs


From the Great Smoke


Nikaa Taa

Nikaa Taa


Oh 

Spirits

Hear us


And when bell rings

Help us sing


Nikaa Taa

Nikaa Taa


Oh 

Spirits

Hear us


Your children

Who needs saving


Nikaa Taa

Nikaa Taa


Oh 

Spirits

Hear us


Oh 

Spirits

Hear us


Your children

Who needs saving


Nikaa Taa

Nikaa Taa


Send us 

A sign


For your children

Who needs saving


Nikaa Taa

Nikaa Taa


Oh 

Spirits

Hear us


Send us signs

Send us signs


From the Great Smoke


Nikaa Taa

Nikaa Taa


Oh 

Spirits

Hear us


Send us

Signs

From The Great Smoke


For your children

Who needs 

Saving


(C), 

Copyright John Duffy




Saturday, September 9, 2023

The Ember Fields


Every clock in here 

These old wooden ones


As they tick

They remind me of you


Every single second

Every single minute 


Carries luminescent memories 


Of all the wild but adorable things

We used to do


As they suddenly manifest


Like a magician's trick

Right out of the blue


And if my broken heart could beat


It would carry drum beats of revelations

So true


I would die once more

In palpable bliss


If I could write a parable

It would only be


I yearned once for a touch of your silky skin


And a taste of your red Guerlain lipstick


But got distracted

By the sweet voice


In the darkness

That strives


All good things to 

Underpin


Through sin


And now

In The Great In-Between 


My parable 


If deciphered by an illuminated one would read


If love is offered

Freely and

Willing 


Clasp it

Hold it and treasure it


And it's why now these sparkling twinkling lights


Reflections of you


Shine so bright in this ever-hot dust


From dawn to dusk


Showcasing your image

To the empty husks of the Ascended Ones


Night and day

That litter The Lord's Way

Come what may


So while the Baylore energies 


Magnify my thoughts into these words


Like a soft fingertip across your warm spine


I'll see you soon

Skyclad in blue


In your deepest of dreams


And wide-eyed

Mighty and free


We'll be reunited once more


But not like Orpheus and Eurydice


To be snatched away by a lack of trust


But forevermore


And that's why 

My love


I still see your reflection 

In these Embers Fields


In this everlasting dust


In every single second

And minute


As these tired wooden clocks tick


From dawn to dusk


To remind me I miss you

And that's why I'll never yield


For now, I know true love

And all emotions 

It reveals


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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Thursday, September 7, 2023

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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Tuesday, September 5, 2023

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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Sunday, September 3, 2023

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)

Copyright John Duffy


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Saturday, September 2, 2023

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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The Voice at 4 am