Sunday Whispers

You do realize 

You picked this life 

Before you were born

All the people you've met

Loved 

Hated

Family

Friends

Lovers

Situations

Hardships

Encountered

In whatever nation

When you signed your soul's timeline

Up high

Somewhere

In the Deep Divine

It may be a strange thing 

Knowing this

But consoling

All the same 

In a bizarre way

Souls

Some say

Need to face 

Trials and tribulations 

To soar higher

To be refined

So maybe

What you're presently 

Going through

Is a journey of love or pain

You

Yes

You

Have planned

To go through 

Again

So view challenges 

In a new way

Don't be daunted 

Or scared

Face them with courage

And fortitude 

For to not do so

This time around

Would be rude

Or you could crumble

And turn to dust

Only to ask 

For the same experience 

Again 

With your soul

Entombed in a new husk

So trust your instincts

And I hope and pray

This got you thinking 

That all you're enduring 

You've asked for

Even me 

Via this poetic review

To remind you

Keep going

You still have

So much to do 

© 

John Duffy

Are you under Poetic Possession

Are you under Poetic Possession?

Title:

The Poets Spirit Guide

(A manuscript found reads...)

By

Eyes, Touch, Paper or Phone

Let my words 

Melt hearts of stone

Through

Wind, fire, wave and sea

I see you

Can you feel my

Breath 

Like green wet moss

Creeping cross

Your warm skin

To set you free

Yet

Read me 

More

To open your

Minds door

To let me in

Long Midsummers light

In Dark skies

Earth warm

By new shadows 

Borne

Shall I linger

With you

Until the morn

Heat rising

Like legions of well drilled soldiers

Called to fight

In Caesars 

Battle of Pharsalus

Solstice soon

Whispers of new beginnings 

With me and you

Standing away from the

Barbarous

Blending light and dark colours 

Where old feelings fall

Like Winters Snow Drops

To be swept away

Like Dandelions 

In midnight air

So like twin roses

Entwined as one 

Entwined in a brief time

Of bliss

Shall I can call

Back Magic 

So we can taste

And kiss

Poetry 

Under Shadows 

Starlight free

In Gods mist 

So when time passes by

Like Moonlight

Angels

I'll answer your cry

To appear

At your side

So by 

Sacred Mothers Oath

Let all eyes

Touched or approached

By these pagan words on 

Paper 

Screen or

Phone

Let these words 

Melt hearts of stone

In 

Wind, Fire, Wave or Sea

For I see you

Need to be set free

So can you feel my

Breath yet

Creeping across

Like green moss

On warm wet skin

For by reading this

You've let me in

By wilful intent

To begin a new rebirth 

So mote it

Be

So mote it

Be

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Midellio Whispers

I still miss your bright white smile

Like beams of luminous glorious lights

Shooting from the deep depths

Of a faraway Heaven

Your warmth and guile

My manifestation of love

Given birth of creation 

Once 

By the Mighty Creator

Here on Earth

A glowing beacon to push back 

The hordes called Legion

Prowling like hyenas

In this darkness

Their arena

For you were

And always will be 

My daily taste of gladness

A philosopher who too 

Has tasted and seen 

The bottle of Wild Beast Wine 

Of Wild and Free

Madness

So I now call from this wild wood

This wild place where loveless things 

Stalk alone in uneven lines

Like a lone feral wolf pines

Throughout this paranormal neighbourhood 

For with you died

My spark of life

My ecstatic joyful Sun

My bringer of serenity and jest

So here in my cobwebbed-filled hut

As other prison cells 

In Desolation Row

Ring out

Like thunder

In a rising crescendo 

Of shrieks of pain and anguish

As we all 

Self-punish

Remember me before the last harvest

Light a candle 

In your mind's eyes

See our love

Beneath that undulating ocean of pain

Crashing like endless tides 

Maybe 

Again and again

So that I may still live

If only for a moment

For what I wouldn't give

Now

To breathe once more

To open and walkthrough

That old marital front door

If only for one hour

But as these loud voices  

Surrounding me get louder

And grow in power

As prison cups

Relentlessly bang

Like dark country drums

With sounds 

Like exploding gunpowder

As I look out for you

From my window

In my cave

Here in my own watchtower

For 

My thousand-named queen

My rare

 Middlemist Red flower

The broken piece of your soul waits

To be reunited 

To bring peace

When your presence 

In The Great In-Between

Opens his cell doors

So he can 

Scream no more

But walk home

Into the bright lights

With the only love 

He adores

Both striding 

Powerfully 

Hand in hand

To enter into

Evermore 

To be refined like silver

Escaping 

The Last Great River

Of the Reaping

And Rapture

Of the Prince 

Who is to come

To build Desolation Row

For all he captures

Remember me

Mon Ami

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Elham Speaks

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Hey you

My curious reading friend

One of the bright lights 

Not tempted or dimmed by consumerism

Big Tec and all it dumbs down 

As it slowly infects

Thanks for visiting me at Halloween

In 2023 again 

Did you know all Time is just like a slow-moving river

And you're all walking unconsciously upstream 

Through its wet ever-flowing waters 

Of glistening gold and silver

As it flows from the Great Lights

Many hidden fissures 

Walking upstream towards your own inevitable end

Wandering alongside all those you respect 

Adore or even hate

But if you're lucky

Like I think and know you are

You'll be forever surrounded by incredible extraordinary people 

Who'll all try to support and help you

Find the profound strength to empower and fire up your dreams 

Like a Drag car engine

And not fall 

As you try to walk upstream

Those from the Lands of the Living and those from in here  

Your ancestors like your much-loved forefathers or beloved mothers

Uncle's or Aunties

Sisters or brothers

All watching from just behind this Blue Portal

Here in the Great In-Between 

Who wants you to succeed in this

The oldest of great games

Playing your role in the grandest of Schemes

This is my new message that I send all the way from Jagaroo's Cove

Just for those like you

Who may need it

So they can live by a new code 

As they walk through those cold waters 

Which will for Eternity

Flow

I can only pray it helps you cope 

More than you'll ever comprehend 

It's simple really

If you're lonely

Neglected or feel rejected

Reach out to someone

Anyone

Or just talk it through 

In the light 

Never in the dark

For you're never alone before you ascend 

And someone will create a bridge 

To a new form of happiness

Through an act of inconceivable magic 

Some know as kindness

Some as The Laws of Attraction

But action in whatever name 

To help dispel those dark clouds brought about by one of life's eternal elementals

Mr Tragic

Tasked to collect walkers early for his master

The Grim Reaper

Just be courageous to talk as you walk

Until the next time 

Your forever friend

From within the long Shadows

Standing getting wet 

In the gold and silver river that never bends

Elham 

The Lost Angel 

Praying your soul is soon purified and cleansed

Through a small act of magic 

Whenever needed 

As you walk upstream 

To see the soul-lifting sights at the End

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 

The Ministry of Ezra

Press play before reading. Salute

(A lone voice whispers)

   

This is to you 

My life's only pleasure

Now my life's sunsets are spent and sunk forever 

For at the end of all my once long rigorous days

I now stand lost and lonely 

In these dark woods

Of Reflection

Like a young Puck

In a tragic Midsummer's daydream that's all mine

One where my heart would beat on perpetual fire if it could

One with my ears filled with whispering spellbinding words

That no longer take me higher

With introspection

And when the ever-watchful Moon retires

I always watch from here

Behind this silver shimmering barrier 

Of The Great In-Between 

And think as the new Sun of the Living 

Rises

Are we all simply silent prayers blowing

Like soft tender snowflakes

In an endless night

Each carrying quiet songs filled with woe

Love and all human emotions that make us glow 

Skywards

Just to be lost in whirlwinds of Heavens glittering golden dust

Symphonies of hearts ablaze

And screaming for someone to just love and trust

And even though now my time living has expired

I still feel rapturous but always blue

As my now silent heart tries to sing love songs

For just you

I know as long as I still exist in here

As tall as the high nights and as long as the wide days 

I hope my God-given prayers

Will be answered with my souls cries to be rescued

For when the final sunset has gone and died

And this dark night 

I wander in

Stalks all the lands

Even your lands

When the low Angelic Drums 

Announcing The Book of Revelations 

Rumble

And the old black and white pianos start to scream and sing

Declaring openly the arrival of Seven Angels foretold

When the eerie white noise 

Between the Living and the Dead is no longer cold

And falls like a crimson stage curtain 

Once again 

I pray I'm certain 

Hopefully 

I’ll stand like a Tolkien King 

Proudly on the Tired Bridge of Broken Dreams 

With you as my newly returned queen

Living in a new scene

Beyond the barriers of The Great In-Between

Where my broken heart no longer cries out 

As we watch the Purging on Judgement Day

Of all the Immoral Fools

Tainted and marked with the many forms of its seductive disease 

Standing strong and happy like Megara and Hercules 

Until then

My love

I'll wait patiently for you

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Do you do this with your memories?

 Do old memories (5)

Materialize quickly (7)

At random moments (5)

And from their sounds and visual delights

Aren't we just hoarders of all we feel

To carry like thieves

Into 

The longest of dark nights 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Halloween Dark Poetry

 (A soft seductive voice, whispers.)

In this

The darkest hour

In the Great Pit

Where I wield 

Total power

Sitting beside

IT

Read this 

In this moment

Silently and patiently

For your soul

To be deliriously deflowered

On Halloween 

Meum

Imperium me

Ita fiat illud

Be (L)

By me

The Un-Hallowed Queen

Of all sinful slaves

Just lurking

Tonight

Like a funnel-web spider

Waiting to bite

From the Great In-Between

When The Black Gates open

On Halloween 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Translation since I know you read the open invitation: 

Own me

Control me

So mote it

Be

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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

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