. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Tuesday, October 3, 2023

Are you awake yet? The Lockdown Years.


The last few years were so interesting.

Mandates after mandates.

Restrictions and dancing medical staff.

Companies providing poor corrupt services at a great cost.


Title:

Are you awake yet? The Lockdown Years. 


(A lone voice whispers)



Is it nearly past the first week of October in 2023


And have all those invisible tears

 Linked to emotional streams


Started falling again

Overwhelming you

 

Are you relieved from leaving 

All those sad covid days 

Gone past 


That seemed to forever 

Linger and last 


Like an unwanted preacher

Who's a religious outcast 


Is it mysteriously silent 

Before the Wild Hunt begins 


And do the freeways 

Beneath your shadowy bedroom window sills 


Chime with the sounds 

Of the hounds of the Baskervilles

Roaming the metaphorical Berkshire foothills


Crying aloud 


Sending out echoes 

Of a sense of impending doom 

Subjugating that very small bedroom 


Does the scent of a new escape 

From that old oblivion of 2022


Haunt and follow you

Like a ghoul 

Covered in pagan impressions


Magical Symbols of The Great Work 


Only known about through 

Absolution and confession 


Old feelings of Hell 

Been dissolved by all your five senses 

In each second 


As they fight for their own liberating rights 

Of succession 


Rounding up calls for a new rebirth 


Invoked in prayers 

Sent up to Heaven 


Do you still dream of enjoying your old freedoms

Which are now deemed by those sitting up high in society 


As forbidden


A sacred place 

Where those wild untameable horses 


Of your innermost obsessions and yearnings 

Can be openly ridden


Into a new ever-expanding kingdom 

As you pray for divine salvation 


And a new altar to build upon


What says you



Will you sit back and blindly 

Capitulate


Or open your eyes


To see corruption and lies

To march 

Fight back against oppression and dictatorship


And retaliate


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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Monday, October 2, 2023

The letter left behind


 The letter left behind


The scene. 


A badly damaged house. 

The front door. 

Wide open. 

Broken. 

Furniture in disarray. 


A dark stain on the door threshold and a letter. 


Wrapped in a red bow on a side table. 


The investigating detective picks it up and reads. 


-------


Well it's been

A few years


And

The Great Dragon is at the door


Banging hard

Like only Count Dracul could


So before 

He breaks it down


And I welcome

Him in


To pay 

For my sins


Touch 

Wood


Here are 

My last words


Before

I'm turned


Life is hard

Then we all die


So


If someone once 

Shared their light


Don't hate them

And cry


You may never know

What they were going 

Through


So in those special moments

Of reflection 


Put your judgment aside

And embrace those memories


When they first came 

Your way 


Even though 

Your not friends

Today


Because one day 

One day


They'll disappear 

Somewhere


Unknown

Where the Starlings don't 

Play


And you'll never

Get to say


What you really

Want to say



(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

The Lonely Poet

An old Google Plus post. 

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The Lonely Poet

If you saw me standing lonely in fields of gold

Would you still embrace me forever and stay with me to grow old

If you saw me in a diamond-filled pool

Would you ignore them all but embrace this lonely old fool

If you saw me sitting on a cash-filled settee

Would you just rush to pick up the money or just sit next to me

I am just testing the waters

My grandma
Old June always said
I aught too

I'm just a simple guy
I only have one or two lines

Do you want to wander down to the lush green meadows

And under that broken old oak tree

Read and compose some of life's greatest intimate moments
And make our own divine poetry

Would you then notice me

Copyright John Duffy 2018




An old piece from Google Plus. 

Unfortunately, I never downloaded my account. 

Just a few remain via email notifications.  

They still fill me with curiosity when reading. 

Mysteries from the past that will always last. 
Salute. 

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In the maelstrom of life
There's always an end

So don't just wander lost
Loveless and forgotten by God

That self-indulgent cognitive deep-seated emotion

Has never been a prerequisite 

Bestowed from strange unvisited realms 

From above

You just need to embrace all of your carefully camouflaged deep

Compartmentalised scars

To try to find your own Philosopher's Stone

Where it's just brimming with hope

Within your own hidden spiritual development

And maybe forgotten divine love

For it will help and support you 
Whenever you are stuck

Wallowing knee-deep 
In your life's own 

Ever-growing mud


Copyright John Duffy 2018

Dreams of Lucile

 












(A lone voice whispers.)


Her winking palpebral notions

Caught my wandering eyes


As I dreamt of her seemingly

Unreachable depths 


And would I

One day dive in deep


And revel

Within all she is


From her bottomless hidden keel


Throughout all her years chased by Darkness


To finally embrace her

Lights


Willfully


Facing all storms

And

Basking in the sunshine


To finally unmasking

And helping to breach


Her own

Dystopian Seals


It's why I just love

My exquisite pain


My Unrequited Love

Called Lucile


For she's always been 

My one and only weakness



My lifes poor

Achilles heal


(C)

Copyright John Duffy



Sunday, October 1, 2023

Would you join this Prepper Fraternity in 2023?

 Press play and let the music wash over you as read.


 

The group stayed safe in its small enclave

Hidden away from the watching world

 


Fighting progress
With their burning fires whilst watching the grey smoke

Of old computers

 


Rise like a signal to travelling pilgrims

 


To show them the way
In the bluest of skies 

With a welcoming wave 

 



From daylight to midnight
They ate together

Drank 


Slept played and sang music

 

Consumed old
Manuscripts and tattered old books

 


In wild conversations
Stories and poetry of the soul
In huge reading circles

As they embraced the cold wind

 

And fresh air
With blessings


 

 As they chanted thoughts of gratitude in unison
Without the need for more rehearsals

 


Such was this life-changing funfair

 

 
The smells of antiquity
Incense and scented vanilla candles
Filled the firefly-lit air

 


Their eyes glistened with abhorrence
As they looked out to all the new cities

Which rose so high up
Upon all the horizons

 

Like so many new Sodom and Gomorrah's

Palaces of old depravities
A cruel world beckoning 
In the Age of the New Babylonian 


Where technocrats now abide
And hell on earth rises

With the chants for
New vaccines

 

Tales of bio-engineered viruses and
Ungodly indulgence's

 

       Symbols and symptoms 
        Of humanities greed
      Which would attract the dark forces 
      Of Divine Reckoning 

 

Above each caravan

Hung golden exquisite plaques
Firmly fixed with their sacred motto

To be absorbed by many
Visiting wide eyes

We are the new Luddites
Of the Written Word
The last of the few

Reading real books
Creating evocative poetry
Learning new things
And bound to no king or country

Living a true life
Together as friends
Sharing thoughts as a community

Come join us

 

Be a member of one of life's
Sincere 21st century
Fraternities

Don't be lost alone
Wandering throughout life
Filled with so many uncertainties

But be one of us
And try to find a means
To wash away all your impurities

To be a real human

 

Not their version of their new transhumanist man 


Copyright John Duffy

Cimetière du Père-Lachaise


 (A lone voice whispers.)


I sometimes

Still 
Dream about you


Right out of the pale blue


Waking with a rare smile after watching what

They all usually develop into
 

All those intriguing memories


Of us 
So unprepared


Inter-dimensional moments
We shared

When we felt safe 
And not scared


Always
Flow like a molten spiritual review


They soothe my soul
Like midnight prayers

Silently spoken
In the cold but soft air 


At Christmas


That familiar feeling of walking
Carefree
Hand in hand


Down Clearwater's
Yellow sands


On those seemingly long summer nights


When the world seemed calm and not corrupted by this new song

Been played all around us


In this new storm


So that's why I always return
Here

To the
Cimetière du Père-Lachaise


To rewalk those forgotten ways 
By your grave



While the sun's rays
Still, stay 


As my tears play 

Je ne peux vivre sans t’aimer

(I Can’t Live Without Loving You)

 
In my eyes


Remembering when you were once mine

Until
Like all good things

We ran out of time 


(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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Thursday, September 28, 2023

The Sword of Spirit

 



(A lone voice whispers.)


Do you need some soul medicine to heal


Do you need something immortal


Like an untouched 

Sword of Spirit


To open up 


A pathway 

To a new portal 


To reach the very Nexus 

Of you


To an infectious unseen world

Of unforgettable words

And verbs


A high precipice to skydive from

If you can hold

Your nerve


Into the Great Beyond


A world of transitions

Incarcerations


Bonds of

Hope


Lost hope


Broken hearts

Needing to cope


Pain and reconciliation 


But above all


Above all things

At the very core


Art

Art to do more


Art to really delve deep

Into where your dart

Lands


On your dartboard

Of hidden lands


So if your heart needs healing


A meanings to cope with

Maybe

Unreciprocated feelings


As your heart beats 

Heavier and heavier


Looking for release

From its heavy work


To climax

And explode

As old emotions


Are uncovered 

And explored


Just look to the pen

Or keyboard


And the Almighty

Your version 

Of the Lord


Will anoint you

With these words


To be restored 


Benedict tibi puer meus


(Bless you, my child.)


To help heal the scars

From wounds


Other eyes

Can never understand

Or perceive


For it's why you were

Given words


To weave stories

That must be conceived


To cleave 


Any invisible

Pain


That must be relieved 

Maybe in poetry


For 

Sometimes


Rhythm and rhymes 

Makes it easy to take up our Swords of Spirit 


And fight against our mortal and immortal enemies


But even though sometimes our strength is not enough


To last into the night


When facing ordeals


We can find comfort 

In knowing God is by our side


Helping to steer

Our wheels


 For 

Romans 8:31 says


 “What, then, shall we say in response to these things? 


If God is for us, who can be against us?”


I encourage you to take up the sword of the spirit in your daily life.


Remember that God’s Word is the ultimate truth and that we can stand on His promises.


With God on our side, we are unstoppable."


(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Tuesday, September 26, 2023

Peter


 (A lone voice whispers.)


I could be the last thing 

You'll ever see


If you're worthy of bathing 

In the Holy Sea 


When the great cleansing fire

In here

Comes 


For there can be no true soulful redemption

Without suffering some form of pain


For that first spark of sorrow

No matter how big or small


Can help shape all your tomorrow's


And unspoken questions

Such as


Will you rise or fall

Kneel broken or stand tall


For all the cycles you ride

Within this simulated labyrinth


Where

You might hide

Defines all you are


Like festivals of the spiritual seasons


Appearing

Suddenly


Near or far

Without rhyme or reason


What says you


Do you want to see me into eternity

Waiting to unlock these gates


Or will you do good

Endure the soul's purge


And do something worthy

To be let in


For your place

Beyond the clouds


For The Almighty's Will

To be done


As you join the lines 

Of our brave Angelic soldiers


To combat sin


For in these dark times

In Twenty

Twenty-three


The darkness is growing in tempo 

Everywhere

You go


But with faith

In something greater


Light will prevail

And Darkness

Servants will be derailed 


From prayers

By Angelic soldiers


Chanting 

By drums


Beyond The Veil


Corpus et anima

sanguis Christi


Lucem nostram mittimus

Vincere

tenebris nocte


Passio Christi

Empower

Animas


Facere quid est

ius


haec nostra

domini


rogamus

Hac nocte


Gloria

Gloria

alleluja


Gloria

Gloria

alleluja



(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 

Translation


Body and soul

Blood of Christ


We send our light

To defeat 

Darkness tonight


Passion of Christ 

Empower

Souls


To do what's 

Right


This our 

Lord


We beseech 

Tonight


Glory

Glory

Hallelujah


Glory

Glory

Hallelujah

Are You Experiencing The Dark Night of The Soul?

 


 

 

 


by Gregg Prescott
June 15, 2013
from in5d Website

Spanish version

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At some point in your life, you will experience the 'Dark Night of the Soul' where it seems that everything that can possibly go wrong, will go wrong.

 

What many people fail to realize is that this is a true blessing.

The 'Dark Night of the Soul' occurs when your life appears to hit rock bottom. You may experience a plethora of 'bad breaks' in your personal life, financially, mentally and/or physically.

What typically happens during the 'Dark Night of the Soul' is that we get so pounded by all of these experiences that we end up reflecting on "Why did this happen to me?"

 

 

 


When The Cleansing Begins

At first, you may feel hatred towards those who contributed to your 'Dark Night of the Soul'.

 

You might question the Creator and feel as though your spirit guides and guardian angels have failed you. This couldn't be further from the truth. Eventually, you realize that you needed to experience everything that you went through in order to grow spiritually.

In time, you will end up surrendering yourself and your ego to whatever the Universe has in store for you as if it is all now in the "Creator's hands".

 

This is where the cleansing begins.

There is no coming to consciousness without pain. People will do anything, no matter how absurd, to avoid facing their own soul. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.
Carl Gustav Jung

 

 

 

Your Soul Contract, Guides and Guardian Angels

Before you incarnated here, you made a soul contract that involved everyone who led you to your 'Dark Night of the Soul'.

 

When you were on the other side of the veil, you specifically chose these people to help you grow spiritually. Some of these people may have also had previous karmic relationships with you in which you both needed to try to resolve in this incarnation.

Your spirit guides and guardian angels are with you every second of your life. When you feel pain and sorrow, they do too.

 

As much as they want to see you happy, they also realize that you need to experience certain life situations in order to grow spiritually. Every day, you are being guided in the right direction towards fulfilling your life's purpose and that guidance includes experiencing the 'Dark Night of the Soul'.

Letting go of our images of God can be terrifying.

 

It is often the result of an experience of suffering in our lives, when our previous understanding is no longer adequate to give meaning to what has happened to us.

 

When my mother died suddenly in my early thirties, I was thrust into the desert. All of my certainties about God and life were stripped away and I was left raw and frightened.

 

Many people offered trite words and shallow comfort in my grief, they were not willing to sit with me in the darkness, but only hoped to rush me through to a place of light.

This is the mystical experience of the "dark night of the soul," when old convictions and conformities dissolve into nothingness and we are called to stand naked to the terror of the unknown.

 

We must let the process move through us - one which is much greater than we can comprehend. We can never force our way back to the light. It is only in this place of absolute surrender that the new possibility can emerge.

 

We don’t just have one dark night in our lives, but again and again, as we are called to continue releasing the images we cling to so tightly.
Christine Valters Paintner

 

 

 

A Blessing In Disguise

The true blessing of the 'Dark Night of the Soul' is the spiritual cleansing that you receive.

 

When you have reached 'The Dark Night of The Soul,' you have reached your lowest point in this incarnation.

 

To that I say, "Congratulations!" From this day forward, your life will take on a new meaning as you begin to understand why everything HAD to happen the way it did.

 

Once you come out on the other side of the 'Dark Night of the Soul' you will gain a new perspective and appreciation of what you had to go through and these experiences will exponentially magnify your spiritual progression.

Typically, many people will experience the loss of ego for the first time in their life during the 'Dark Night of the Soul'. This can be a very humbling experience.

 

We typically associate a title or our accomplishments with who we are but fail to see that ultimately, we are spiritual beings having a human experience. When we lose our ego, we can finally connect to our spiritual essence because we are no longer associating ourselves with society's preconception (or our own preconception) of who we are.

The 'Dark Night of the Soul' gives us a new sense of appreciation for all that is good in life and shows us how little we truly need to be happy.

But the most important aspect gained through the 'Dark Night of the Soul' is the connectedness we receive through our transformation of consciousness. It's as if you are given a new lease on life.

 

You stop blaming other people and begin to look within for answers. You learn forgiveness and gratitude.

 

You realize that you needed to have these experiences in order to get you pointed in a new direction that will facilitate your spiritual growth and life purpose.

"It is precisely because we resist the darkness in ourselves that we miss the depths of the loveliness, beauty, brilliance, creativity, and joy that lie at our core."
Thomas Moore

Dark Nights of the Soul


 

 

If You Are Currently Experiencing The Dark Night Of The Soul

If you are currently experiencing the 'Dark Night of the Soul,' I can assure you that there are much happier and fulfilling days ahead of you.

 

At some point, you should put your faith in the Creator's hands and know that you are always being divinely guided toward your life purpose. Look at where your life has taken you and what direction you are being shown to go.

 

Try to forgive those who have led you to The Dark Night of The Soul as well as forgiving yourself.

Don't try to force any immediate changes because they will come to you when you are ready. Sometimes during the dark night of the soul, the best thing to do is nothing and just live in the "now".

While it may not seem like it right now, the people who led you to this point are most likely part of your soul group...

 

On the other side of the veil, they loved you so much that they volunteered to lead you into the 'Dark Night of the Soul' if you ever got to the point of where you were veering from your life's purpose... even if it meant that they would no longer be part of your life during this incarnation.

The best way to look at the dark night of the soul is to compare it to a butterfly.

 

Before your dark night, you were a slow-moving caterpillar who was limited to a small area because of your lack of mobility. You didn't realize how much more you were capable of doing until you spun your cocoon. Once you emerged from your cocoon, you transformed yourself into a beautiful butterfly whose boundaries were limitless!

 

In this analogy, the cocoon is where you do "nothing" except going within.

 

You are on the verge of a spiritual transformation, so let go of your ego, surrender to the Universe and soon you'll be spreading your wings in flight!
 

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