. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Sunday, October 22, 2023


 

A soft voice sings


 (A lone voice calling herself, Faith, sings.) 



Let me purify old memories 

To be purged


For I alone 

Own all sacred keys


To embrace all vulnerabilities 

So you can be reborn 

With new responsibilities 


A whole new identity to be earned

To set you free

So you can be


The best 

For all to see 


As your new life runs 

To go so far


No more prisoner to tears 

To treasure the deep divine 


No longer to worship sin

No longer to taste more tears


Just let me be there

When you want me 


To hear you call 

Before you fall


Love infused with honesty 

Merged with trust and loyalty


For all the watching world to see


For we are friends 

Till the very end


Whatever this sad world 

Dares to bring


Just let me in

To be the reason


As your heart prays for something


Whatever the year 

Or season


For I'm that one thing 

That has saved 

Endless queens or kings 


And countless broken 

And destitute


The many the rich 

Love to prosecute


Who I listen to 

Even more 


Wherever they sing


Will you let me 

Purify old memories 

That need to be purged


For I alone 

Own all sacred keys


Just pray 

To call for me 


For my name is Faith 

And I'll appear 

To follow 


To help you break 

Those chains 


To set your soul free


©

Copyright John Duffy

My Life's Nurse

 


(A lone voice whispers in the dark) 


Her gentle graceful touches are so beautiful and incredibly captivatingly 

Soothing  



They seem to play a delightful melody 

To vanquish all my mortal fears  



Like the rarest of heavenly sunsets 

That emerges with a twinkling smile 

In the midst of pink and red frontiers  



When time itself 

Appears to stop flexing and moving  



Swirling like a god-like deity 

In a newly lit sky  



She is the quintessence of glamour 

In a night-time high society ball  



Filled with dancing masked courting fireflies


Who watches her every fluid movement 

In jaw-dropping awe  



When they pause to rest on one of my beautifully 

Wallpapered walls  



A rare evening 

Serenading the gathering of a few enamoured spirits  



Where honoured souls 

Gather in their best dresses 

And bespoke suits to readily confess  



Her delicate hands 

Move like Mother Moon 

Gently over my trembling horizons  



Whispering my secret name 

And claiming me as her domain  



For we are now consummate lovers 

And no longer just worldly friends  



A bright new world is always breathed into light a

And lost in delicious touches 

In that spectacular twilight  



For under the gaze of my devotion  


I can only reflect her love in my hazel-coloured lens  



The darkness surrounding us 

Like an old friend


Sings a lasting symphony 

Of happiness and lingers in the celestial 

As angels watch and smile  



No man-made treaties 

Or paper laws 

Can separate us  



For now, our passions in the midnight sun  

Soon will wildly run  



We'll never lose this particular twilight 

And these baptised rays will never lose their red and pink hue  



For when we first met  



I'll always remember 

That I willingly sunk knee-deep 

Into your green and blue  



For in that magical transference of spiritual energy  



I knew in that metaphysical moment 

Why God had sent me and it's why now  


I'll always belong to just you.


(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Saturday, October 21, 2023

A lover's dream

 A voice whispers in the dark at 3 a.m.


I'll never kneel to pray no more because I won't idolise anyone this way, anymore.



I can't hold back my souvenirs of fears any longer.


Though my tears still stain this grey uniform I restfully wear, as I continuously look for a new sanctuary to rest.


So my soul can repair. 




I've got to take all those heartfelt condemnations with me.


For with you, I've smiled, shouted and screamed in joy to last for a thousand years.


Constantly pushed to live the illuminated man's, hidden underground dream.


But what I wouldn't do now, just to be with you.


I know I must neglect all those painful memories, and try to go on and find the resilience I need, to let you go free.


Just like a midnight lantern, filled with good wishes and introduced into a New Year's Eve's, transformational sky.


To fly so high.


To step away and shut that badly worn door, and let my existence go on like Adam, who once loved Lilith, prior to Eve.


Before they went outside the Greatest of All Gardens and all his first love for her, he silently always grieved.


Would we be better off if I had pulled all my barriers down, and let you in so totally, and in all my hidden tributaries, swim? 


Maybe, but I reckon we'll never know.


So I'll let go of my claim on you, but you may call down someday in the near future unknown.


In the falling rain or snow.


For this painful love, we once beautifully shared, will keep us safe throughout the blinding of the heart.


The silence in the mind


For this love we once experienced in the darkness beyond the light, will go through a new phase of rediscovering.


Rewriting our tragic love story like a modern-day, Fyodor Dostoevsky.


For humanity is sometimes incredibly, and intensely in love with all forms of suffering, and love in action is occasionally, a brutal and tragic commodity.


Whenever and forever described in relation to true love, as if in poetry or wishful dreams.


For love of any kind is never low key.........


(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Friday, October 20, 2023

The Lord Of Words Monologue



Let me entice your five senses and maybe your sixth.



Discover my soul through new worlds of words, and I'm yours evermore.



Never to be eclipsed.



Let me bind you to me forever, with my lashings of hypersexual dark energy.



As your restless soul salivates, whilst in submissive anticipation.



Weeps.



Let your virgin mind hear my imagined strong voice, as it, your inner mind listens to as it relates.



Captivated to be mine above life's many random noises.


As it to you seductively speaks whenever you feel weak.



Let me devour your ravenous eyes.


With chaotic unconditional, excitement and engagement.



As your higher self suddenly wakes, from its repetitious, mundane sleep.



Let me take you waist-deep.


 Into fast-flowing new apocalyptic wet, ominous waters.



Of unexplored feral territories.



And let my incredible fingertips trace pagan inseparable portraits, of intimate unions.



Of unforgettable characters and illustrious scenes.



Across your succulent exposed emotional minds, so very soft spine.



And we both watch as they cry out in a silent crescendo of joy.


At their new meetings of the dark thoughts of a once abandoned reunion. Like a young girl meeting a new boy.



Give me all those deep interwoven vestibules filled with such intense thoughts.



You restrain.



Perhaps imprisoned under forced authoritarian, locks and keys.



Forever hidden and confined.



For any of my written or spoken words, can bring such provocative mesmerising courage.



Just anticipating an independent, and liberated mind.



Willingly to forfeit everything they once knew, to be eventually renewed.



Let me show you how to use your imagination to explore unique verbs.



Linked to delicious new sentences, I pray you'll willingly embrace.



As they are worshipped and devoured, whenever they are encountered when new eyes they grace.



Let me help you blow down that sorrowful house of cards.



You may be once built and kept under strict lock and key.



That no one can see.



Let's hold hands in a glorious reunion, and let our sweet fingertips run truly wild.



Across your ripe undulating succulent emotions, as they are dominated through new experiences and mounted.


Leaving that old child behind.



Learn to love and embrace the understanding of exquisite knowledge.


Linked to learning all about all my new sentences and verbs.



For when you ask the unseen kingdom for something new, to be used as a means to counsel.



You must first kneel and embrace your new life of servitude to show your gratitude.



For worshipping my twenty-six letters that will bind you, forever in bondage isn't so simple? 



When you become just another willing servant of mine, who now knows how to express their emotions.



Will you use them to be gracious, or just to express the ones replenished by rage? 


What says you? 



Are you ready to start writing on your new page! 




Copyright John Duffy



Thursday, October 19, 2023

The Sonnet of the Lone Guardian Angel

 

(A lone voice whispers)


Some walk alone

seeking salvation


Others in groups seeking redemption


Through a silent breath, they all sing the same songs


A convergence of emotions to redo old wrongs


A joining of minds to continue the journeys


Emancipation has always been the lone cries


Voices echoing in the darkest of nights


We hear you and you are never alone


We see you

We are always by your side


This life has never been just a one-person ride


We are always with you in those lonely dark nights


An invisible hand to hold just hidden from sight


Keep your faith in yourself and whatever may be


The sun will shine 

Just you wait and see


I was bestowed at birth 

To only you


By your Almighty old friend


To help you in all that you contend


In all that you do


I am a secret friend who nobody sees


To inspire all that is deep awaiting release


I visit nightly when you are asleep


When the world is quiet and you no longer weep


I walk in your deep dreams and we link arms and converse


We speak in all languages where nothing is terse


So if you have a glorious dream


If you wake up and still feel emotions and empowerment from a person unseen


It's simply me

Your guardian angel in life's twisted labyrinthine


Copyright John Duffy


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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.)


Press play before reading. 

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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