. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Wednesday, October 18, 2023

Mon Ami


 (A lone voice whispers.)


In 82

With the Wolf Star of Sheba


By my side

Watching


I can remember 

Screaming to the star-filled heavens


Praise the Lord

My Love life is no longer aching 


But Fate

Cold and heartbreaking 

Awakened


And stepped in

In 88


Smiling in all her glory

Causing my new world

To start shaking 


Wearing her coat of

Multicoloured peacock feathers

Of decision making 


She broke my holy stone tablet

My life story


In two


With a snap

Of her weathered fingers


Sending me

To linger


In the Wetlands of Ash and Grey


A cold place

Where I now live


And call home 

Night and day


The last night 

I remember


Before you passed

Causing my Love T.K.O.


Like a song by Teddy Pendergrass


I saw you lying sleeping

In our new marital bed


Calling out my name


As darkness entered

Slowly creeping


I held your cold hands

Kissed your lukewarm lips


To quell the soft sounds

Of your soul breathing


Whilst weeping


Then a rare peacock feather 

Suddenly appeared 

Breaking that tranquil moment


As the skies watched

Now starless


Causing me

To quiver


In the stillness

Of that old hospice


Your eyes

Fluttered open

Held mine 


For a brief moment

And whispered


Remember me

Mon Ami 


Then our soul-connecting candle


Flickered and died

As you finally 


Closed your blue eyes

And as you leapt

free


To go to the Great In-Between


I cried


And now in 2023


All alone

Living like 

Robinson Crusoe


By the surging blue sea


I always wonder

Before I too

Go under


Do you remember me

Your only true 

Mon Ami


(C) 

Copyright John Duffy


(Mon ami - My friend.)

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Tuesday, October 17, 2023

Memories of Mary Jane


(A lone voice whispers.)


In the twilight hours

Just when the grey clouds


Break and the slow moon rises

Silently announcing it's getting too late


I still always wake to remember that auburn hair girl


I once used to date


Her bright green eyes  

And twinkling wide smile


All things  

Young boys dream of  


And for them

To go that extra mile


But like all things that came to pass


Our love withered the night her beloved Pa died


I tried to hold her hands  

To console her


Prayed God would wipe away all those wet tears she cried


But that new hole in her arm

Which soon swallowed up


All our hard worked for gold

Always left me feeling lonely and cold


It all ended that fateful night


On June the first  

When the rains fell


And life was a constant fight and everything seemed on top


Filled with thirst


With my wallet and her purse empty


She got that feeling 

To go a stealing


Only to get shot dead by the cops


I can still see her now even after all these sad passing years


Now I'm old and grey  

Sat in this nursing home


Feeling all alone and filled with so many dry tears


I guess those memories of my youth will still linger and will never stop


It's quite crazy now that I'm on morphine to ease the pain


Those images of her standing in the kitchen


With those beautiful green eyes and wide beaming smile


Cooking and singing 

Some Motown tune


While outside it rained


Still play around the cinemas

In my brain


As I even now 

At seventy-five  


Remember  

Echoes of my first and last love


My beloved wife and lifelong addiction  


Called Mary Jane


My love for you  

Wherever you are


Until we are once more  

Reunited


Will always remain


If you can hear this

Just know I still treasure those memories of us


The one's where you were free and truly alive


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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Freedom Road

 (A lone voice whispers.)


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Salute. 



As my cards turn

As this old world burns


I know not

Where I'll go


Down Freedom Road


As this lone white candle

Blows


Know not

Where


All those sweet things

We once shared


But 


I'm not afraid

Of the pain


Not afraid of 

Walking barefoot in its rain


Cos

I run to the Lord


Now my work

Is done


Run


To sit under 

The Eternal Sun


And wait to see

The Almighty

And the Holy Son


So as these cards turn 

As this old world burns


I know not

Where I'll go


Down Freedom Road


As this lone candle

Blows


Know not

Where


All those sweet things

We once shared


But 


I'm not afraid

Anymore


Of any pain


Not afraid 

To walk barefoot

In its rain


Cos

I run to the Lord


Now my work

Is done


Run

To sit under 

The Eternal Sun


And walk 

Its green meadows

 

While I wait to see

The Almighty

And the Holy Son


As this lone candle

Blows


While I still 

Run


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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Monday, October 16, 2023

Apathy or Glory


 

When the hidden Principalities 

Cast spells


To draw you into 

Their version of hell


When the hidden Principalities

Try to confuse and use you


As your names

Are discussed 

In their lands of Kus


Will you fall

Deflowered

Without a fuss


Or rise up

Empowered

From the dust


To never be devoured

Unlike all the world's many political cowards


But endeavour for peace and justice


Tranquillity and bliss


Freedom and the ability to address

Whatever you choose to profess


I can only pray you choose to rise


For the soul of the Ancestral Mother

Cries


Her world is on the brink

And all could end within a nuclear blink

On any given sunrise


So

Do you pray for hope

To find a way


Or will you


Warm and fed

Stay seated on the fence 


Until they come for you

To join their dark ranks

Of The Dead


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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Sunday, October 15, 2023

A message from the Omniverse

 


(A lone voice whispers)


As written in the Greatest Old Book in here


Only found by the select few but I Melak


Will share a few lines from memory just for you 


May the Great Light of Illumination shine and reach all


By reading this 

Who needs it


May it be summoned through these written words 


And reach deep into any weary heart 


To help them find the strength and tenacity to never quit


To lift them up to new self-fulfilling heights 


Away from the many charlatans


Deceivers and Gossips who may surround them


Day or Night 


Blind people with deep pockets filled with unwanted deposits


Who suddenly appear with a burst of thunder


Like a green-eyed Colossus 


To try to muddy the Lord's clear waters


But fear not

They will be cast asunder


For such is the power of the Lord


Be strong 

Not proud


Be kind 

Not mean 


Be the real you


A human being you would like to converse and share stories with



It's how you'll build that bridge you so need to find true happiness


Before all hope disappears


And the Dark Gatekeepers and Toll Bearers to depression


Appear


So now say after me

Oh Great Lord


Provide me and my family


With your Divine protection


And watch and guide our hopes and desires 


With holy direction


Be the gatekeeper to discourage 


Dismay and rejection

Without delay


And protect us from the enemy


Who comes calling 

From the Grey Field 

Of Low Density


Offering gifts

Of such devilish ecstasy


Amen

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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Saturday, October 14, 2023

If Covid Media was a Senryu


If Covid Media was a Senryu

(A lone voice whispers)



Citizens line up 

(5)


Like spellbound blind cash cows 

(7)


Follow our orders

(5)


A senryu must be exactly 3 lines.


Like a Haiku, a senryu must follow the 5-7-5 format:


The first line must have 5 syllables.


The second line must have 7 syllables.


The third line must have 5 syllables.



A senryu focuses on humans and usually contains irony.


It usually focuses on human nature.


It is not written about nature or the seasons.


A senryu does not have to rhyme.


Excess death figures recently released are truly tragic. 


The link to vaccines is undeniable. 


But how can medical practitioners, doctors, nurses, etc. 


Keep administering them with a clear conscious, despite the huge data relating to life-changing injuries, and sudden death. 


Answer. 


Radix malorum est cupiditas

The root of evil is greed



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Friday, October 13, 2023

Greed is the root of Evil

  




With vacant empty stares and desolate soul crushing goals


They who love to stand on podiums to talk and preach


Those who'd like to paint the globe in anxious red paint 


Creating drum beats of suspicion to all within their reach


And then instruct mandates

And instructions

That could make a sane man faint 


Pretending they aren't tainted 

Corrupt or even classed as crazy 


But in reality

The masses now wilfully mesmerised and gleefully enrolled


Are just restrained like prisoners in orange jumpsuits

By those they've put in control


Because of this and their devoted followers  


Who through social media 

Feel they can openly criticise 

Whilst on patrol

 

This continuous talk of death and fear 


The threat of shedding so many unfortunate tears


Makes them listen to those issuing instructions even more


But beyond the limitations of all that seemingly hypnotising 

Fear


There is still hope

 

Hope in the divine knowledge 

Of a new freedom


Once we go outside their strict walls and rigid ramblings


Breaking free from their cleverly crafted paradigms 

Linked to isolation and confinement 

War and subjugation 


Trying to mentally imprison all those poor souls listening 


As they read from their new 

Dead Sea Scrolls 


We can each still create a new kingdom of our own


By keeping our faith and looking between the lies


Whilst tearing up labels and testimonies from those corrupted dark trolls


Just following hidden instructions 

From the hidden ghouls 

Who are really in the know


Members of secret societies whose motto is simply  


Money and greed


What they do not know is 

"Radix Malorum Est Cupiditas" 


A Biblical quotation in Latin 
Which means "greed is the root of evil"
 


Will be the mantra of the Devils Men when they come


And all they'll hear when their time is called 


And to 9th Circle 

Be driven by the hell hounds 

As they are recalled


Where they'll suffer into eternally


When their pitiful souls 

Over hot coals are hauled


Keep the faith
Better days are coming your way

Your life has never been just another commodity 


That can be easily bought and sold


If you never agree 
to put it up for sale


Copyright John Duffy

Musings as I watch the world spin in free-fall.

Thursday, October 12, 2023

Whispers in the Night


There's a tale 

I have to tell


Now I'm dead

To her


And in

The City of Dis

Living in Hell


A love

Which once bloomed


Like a white rose

In every given room


Is now my grave

Inscribed with golden 

Letters 


Mortal Man


You are doomed

To lay restless

In your tomb



Love will no longer visit 

And you are now marked

To always

Miss it


So although

I'm alone


Now rotting in my 

Version of Hell


I'm glad

I got a chance to tell


How love once got me

Under its spell


Then smiled



As I fell through the 

Endless depths and old

Portals


Of its Dystopian Hell


With my soul 

Crying

As I entered


The New Genesis

Of being Immortal



(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Wednesday, October 11, 2023

Angel


 Candles lit

In brazier pit


Music playing 

As offerings 


Lay 

Burning


Guardians in

The Great In-Between


Guard us

And our kin

From all unseen


Yellow lights

Bound

Around our homes


To guard against ghouls

From loosened tombs


We pray

For astral protection 

In all our rooms


As 

Candles lit


In brazier pits

Burn


With

Music playing 


As 

Sandalwood

Offerings


Used for devotional  

Angelic magic


Lay 

Burning


We call to you

For protection


As the

Great Wheel

Keeps turning 


Amen


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


The Song of Argento


Press play before reading. 

Salute.



With your last breath

Of the midnight hour


Will you hear 

The musical call


From my Bacchic 

Celebration towers 


Will you join my 

Unashamed company 

Going past


To a new world

Of neverending pleasures

That will forever last


Where sensuous music 

With wild voices


Will put your soul 

At risk

With its seductive noises


Make your Fate 

Close its ivory gates

Forever


No longer to lament

But to courageously 


Welcome me

In


To pitch my tent


With my powers of enchantment and pleasure 

As my kin


That will seem 

Heaven sent


To those that

Seek love

And intimate sin


A contradiction 

Of above and below


For I know

When all lascivious

Tensions must go


So shed your hubris and pomposity


As you 

To me


Are led


The Golden Goddess of all

Exiles


To a place

Where purple butterflies

Die


So

With your last breath

In this midnight hour


Will you hear 

The musical call


From my Bacchic 

Celebration towers 


With this poetic 

First Kiss

 

And join my 

Unashamed company 


Going

To new worlds


Of neverending pleasures

That will forever last


Where sensuous music 

Sung with wild voices


Will put your soul 

At risk


With its seductive noises


And make your Fate 

Close its own


Ivory gates

Forever


No longer to lament

But courageously


Welcome me

In


To pitch my tent


With powers of enchantment and pleasures

That will seem 

Heaven sent


A contradiction 

Of above and below


For I know

Where all your lascivious

Tensions can go 


So shed your hubris and pomposity


As you 

To me

Are led


The Golden Goddess 

Of all Exiles


Living in the 

Great In-Between


A place

Where purple butterflies

Die


As tattooed souls

Wallow and cry


Come to me

Come to me


(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Memories