. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Thursday, October 26, 2023

Have you tried the occult drug called Phantasia?

 


(A lone voice whispers)


Memories of past light and even dark worlds


Linked to love and transgressions of the soul


To prophecies of illusions and future ghosts 


From soon-to-be-explored realms 


Of once forbidden 

Hidden inner emotional planets


Unexplored to most


And to Phantasia


Where all your desires can run wild 


Like a feral young child 

In a new big playground


Where standing still 

Is a curse

A blasphemy


As the Past 

Future and 

Piped Dreams 


From The Great In-Between 


Merge

Living free past all barriers 

Restrictions 

Laws and permits


A simple second at a time


For to know this is a discovered blessing

The consecrated can self-baptize in


And to put it 

To work 

In a creation linked to


Music

Films

Books

Art

Or divine Poetry


Is a spiritual blessing


Even

Watching souls

Like you 


Consume

From all-time frequencies

With lustful eyes


For it's a secret libation

Called 


Particles of

Ultra-Violet illumination 


Not earned by the Mundane 

Who still wears


The heavy silvery chains 

Of consumption and materialism


Linked to living on

The human plane

Of Existence


So to them


That potion is

Out of their range

And spiritual domain


For they emit such frequencies of resistance 


But to you

The writers and poets


Revel in the secret rites

Of Phantasia


A potion to consume

To express

The real you


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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What is the origin of the word Phantasia?

Greek φαντασία (phantasía, 'imagination') in its basic meaning is connected with φαίνεσθαι (phaínesthai, 'to come to light, to appear. 


Libation. 

An act or instance of drinking often ceremoniously


Mundane. 

Lacking interest or excitement; dull.

"his mundane, humdrum existence"

The Love Boat

 


Love once came too late 

Sailing in 


Merrily

On a cherry red Schooner


With standard bearers

Of bright blue and gold


To warm up

My weary heart


Which had grown

Cold


But as the years 

Passed


It sailed back 

Into The Dark Lands of

The Untold


With my old lover

My Captain


Steering the wheel


On how I miss

Her warm touch and feel


Now just mere memories


I return too

To steal


Oh 

How I wish

She'd turned that emotional wheel

And returned to me


But that cherry red Schooner 

Soon sailed

Away 


Without even a wave


So on these sombre shores

Of Disenchantment


I sometimes look

Back


In silent detachment 

At what could have been


If I had stood

Beside her 


At that wheel


But my old love sailed

Away


Merrily

In a cherry red Schooner


With standard bearers

Of bright blue and gold


Bringing cold

To my tired heart


Which had grown

Weary and old


So as these sad years 

Pass


If I'm asked 


Have you known love


I just reply 


Once 

So long ago


But now it's sailed back


Into The Dark Lands 

Of The Untold



(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Tuesday, October 24, 2023

The Dream Queen


Remember me
In the low hours

When you are weak 
And have lowered
Your powerful barriers

Remember me
As that tsunami of furious fire

That once reenergized you
In those dark years

When you were alone 
And tired

Remember me
By looking at my picture

The one I sent you
As my holy scripture

Remember me when you are old 

Standing brightly as the early morning sun 

Even though your memories are getting cold

And fading away
As the hours and seconds
Run

Remember me
So I may stay

To give you comfort

Until you too are recalled
To float away
Someday

Remember me
My love 

So I can come to you

To swim
Reunited
In the Holy Sea

Remember me
As your true spiritual devotion

Who you never met in physical flesh

But one
Who wrote down 
In his pre-life road map

With his spirit guide

In another
Far away nation

I want to meet someone so extraordinary 

Someone worldwide

Who will show me such poetic wonders 

Before I once more walk 
In the heavenly tides

Of the Holy Sea

And then I met you
Mesmerised 

By all
I could see

So that's why I pray
Each and every night

So you'll remember me
As I wait here

Walking barefoot and alone
In the swirling tides

Of The Holy Sea

(C)
Copyright John Duffy


 

Monday, October 23, 2023

The Angel of Fatima

 (A lone voice whispers.)


Sometimes

In sight of such mindless violence


In this deep silence


I kneel to pray

In these grey shadows


That peace will

Prevail 


One day

In your world


That mountain tops 

Worldwide


Will joyously sing with unconstrained laughter

And in defiance


As we 

The Watchers

Angels


From the Great Hereafter 

Smile


As our Silver Towers 

In Heaven


Hum with a sweet medley 

Of 


Praise Be

Praise Be


For

Sinners below

Will be baptised


In a new sea of Galilee

By a reborn John the Baptist


To be winners


To find true love 

Walking freely

 

Now 

In opened forests


Pleading to be plundered


Daydreaming souls

Will no longer need to wander


In frantic visions

Alone


Since purification, not self scarification


Will lead them to divine wonders 


To block their pyramids of pain

With 

Hope's capstone


Will you 

Call to me


When the moon's

High


Past the trees

Hiding the skies


When the Eclipse 

Comes


For I can see and sense you 

Need that feeling


A loud drumbeat of need

That screams

Pleading


So

Will you open those tired arms


And let me in


So I may with sunlit kisses


Swim in all your inner vestibules


Sanctify all you know


As we dance as one

To a new song


Announced by life-changing fast-moving octaves


As a glorious world 

Is built upon the many graves of


The secret slaves

Of an old empire 


Of such depravity and corruptible sin


With their rich leaders 

Just the seen knaves


Controlled by hidden hands

Of those


Our prayers

Can never save


©

Copyright John Duffy

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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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