Whispers

 Mesmerised

As my generational powers

Show me you

In vivid lucid dreams

Not where

You've been

Or things you've seen

But you

Alas now absent

And as I lie down lonely

And broken

 

In here

Thinking of your absence

In The Great In-Between

No longer to lay 

Speak with 

Or hold thee

In my gifted dreams 

When I see thee

I know my candle still burns 

Somewhere

In you 

As it burns

Within me

As I move around 

For what powerful thing can ever be found 

To burn you alive

What thing

That has it's own sound and ministry

Than a deep dream

Of a spiritual bond 

Beyond 

Infinity

Or the shelf life of uranium-235

That thrives

As it slips into high gears

In The Great In-Between

And makes your soul

Vibrate in familiar frequencies

Ending in a heart-stopping crescendo

As your emotional tears

Enters

Hyperdrive

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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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 

Image used under fair usage policy. 

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. 

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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

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

Image shared under fair usage policy. 

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

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